deranged | taegguk

13| psychos attract psychos

Jeongguk was mad.

He'd seen Taehyung kissing a man in the cafe by his house.

He was out to buy them grocery after the older had told him he was heading to meet up with one of his clients from work.

Apparently not.

He followed the boy after they parted ways, only after texting Taehyung that he was out to meet up with sone friends from college.

The other boy, who believed was called Hoseok was skipping, too happy to predict what the next few hours of his life or maybe, the last few hours of his life were going to be like.

Jeongguk was mad that he wasn't enough, memories of people around his telling him things he didn't wish to here again repeating like a broken audio tape in his head.

The boy entered a rather rich area of the city, the houses started looking rather posh compared to the boy's boisterous and not so sophisticated attitude.

"Excuse me?", he knew the boy was soon going to enter a house or a brighter and busy street. I h he wanted to do anything it had to be now.

The other turned around, a smile decorating his features and for a minute, Jeongguk felt bad, but the next minute he was glad he was doing this, because the other boy was pretty and he couldn't afford losing Taehyung, his Taehyung.

"Can you please lend me your phone and tell me which way Min Yoongi lives?", he knew his best friend's boyfriend lived in this area and was famous enough for everybody to know of him. The boy smiled and nodded, handing his phone , unlocked to Jeongguk and he could see that his homescreen was Taehyung.

He made  a call to Yoongi, asking him to keep refreshments ready.

By the time Hoseok and he reached the house, they had been talking about how he knew Yoongi and about Hoseok's boyfriend and how he was coming back from a date. Jeongguk could feel his blood lust growing, his veins burning with the need to vent his anger out before he did something to himself.

"You must come in, I must thank you for showing me way here!", he said as he lead the other into the house.

Hoseok, he realized , was too naive and dumb to realize that if Jeongguk called Yoongi, he could also ask the man for accurate address, but it only helped his plan and relieved him because he knew Taehyung was into smarter and faster people, he hoped.

"Yoongi hyung, I'm here with a guest.", the older emerged from one of the room, smiling at him.

"Why don't you go take a seat in the living room, Hobi, ", he sent the duo off into the room.

By the time he came back from the kitchen, having gathered his favourite knife from Yoongi's collection with a tray with juice, he saw Yoongi all over Hoseok, just as he had expected. He really didn't understand why Jimin was with somebody with such serious commitment issues.

"Hobi, I thought you were dating Taehyung, huh?", the asked with a quiet voice.

The older boy froze, "how do you know my boyfriend's name?" , Hoseok hadn't mentioned the name of his boyfriend.

"I am surprised you're bright enough to realize that Hoseokie. But oh well, I wish Taehyung had told you not to trust random strangers.", he chuckled darkly.

"W-what do you mean?", he could see the fear in the other's eyes, a satisfaction of control drenching his body at the way Hoseok shivered.

"It's your choice since you co operated well, Hobi, do you want a fast death or should I torture you?"

Hoseok pushed away Yoongi before trying to make his way out of the house before Jimin stopped him there. "You don't get to touch my boyfriend and get away without being killed", and Hoseok  was pushed towards him.

"Too bad you had to be a bad boy, you do know Taehyung hates disobedient sluts right? Plus too bad you had to like him, only I get to be his", he held Hoseok's hand out, dragging the sharp edged knife along the smooth surface, drawing out blood.

"How dare you distract my Taehyungie from me?", he violently pressed the knife into the junction of his prey's neck, guttural screams and sobs erupting from the elder.

"Taehyung doesn't-", but before Hoseok could finish his sentence, Jeongguk pushed the knife though his chest, anger rising at how Hoseok could so carelessly speak the name of his lover.

Blood poured out of his chest, a chest rising, a few sputters of blood gargling out of his mouth before he slumped on the coffee table behind him, dirtying the persian carpets below.

"Oops Yoongi hyung. I'll pay you for new carpets", he pouted, his demeanor doing a complete flip as Yoongi shook his head. " You don't really have to, I don't care to be honest, but you're dating Taehyung?", the older asked with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He curled the knife inside Hoseok's chest before taking a hold of his head and almost slashing his head off, the sound of his spine almost breaking and tissues ripping giving him a final rest at his blood lust and adrenaline surge.

"How do you know him?", he asked, sitting down besides Hoseok's body, the knife still in his hand as he twisted it around while trying to avoid the blood puddling besides him so as to not get his jeans dirty.

"I guess psychos attract psychos, eh? You both seem like a match made in heaven with how you don't mind sitting next to an almost headless body  .", Yoongi laughed, placing his head on Jimin's shoulder, who was now on his lap.

"I work for him ", he continued.

"What?", he asked, puzzled because from what he knew, Taehyung was a CEO.

"That's exactly what I feel, you must be the boy he keeps talking about all the time. He really loves you", Yoongi replied casually.

"Oh I hope so, orelse I gotta go around killing the other lover, ugh. But what do you mean you work for him? You doing white collar jobs now?", he inquired, his mind still on the fact that Taehyung could have more lovers.

"Heck no. Taehyung  is nowhere close to being involved with legal stuff anyways, what makes you think so?", why did he not know of this?

"Wait, you both don't talk about his job? Even if you're living with him and constantly with him since almost 2 months?", that's when he realized, he and Taehyung really didn't talk at all almost.

Talking , was let's say, a difficult task. 

"Um, I need to go, but hyung, don't tell him about us being anywhere aware of each others existence!", and the boy was gone before Yoongi could say anything further.

Yoongi just hopes he finds the same persian rug, because this one was darned costly and matched his living room too well.

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i am in no way implying that having mental issues is bad or shameful or that people dont deserve love, we are all worthy it and  might not be very happy with the title of this chapter but we will have to do with it for now ig and now that our one and only genius has pointed out an issue that i bet ya all noticed too, i promise they are going to talk lol

my laptop keyboard is trash because it just wont type "i" without making it a "P" or "O" and thats fuckin irritating.

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