Psychopath ✓

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The youngest was met a sharp slash to the face, his skin ripping deeply into his cheek, sending painful pangs of agony in Taehyung's body, but he managed to pound his fist repeatedly into Jongin's face, slamming his head directly into the wall, watching him collapse.
"So- Some partner you have."

"You used to be mine, until you betrayed me." Hajun enunciates, his dark eyes following Taehyung's every limp.

The tallest held his stomach for a moment, glancing back at Jimin that exited the bathroom. Hajun immediately attempted to tackle the shortest, causing Taehyung to grab the eldest by his face subconsciously, pushing him away.
"Your definition of betrayal is fucking bullshit." Tae murmurs.

Hajun watched as the tallest picked up his blade from the floor, and swung his gun across Taehyung's head. The headache hurt so much, he now knew how it felt like to have a blade split through his skin, and his skull damaged. He regret his past immediately, but he knew doing that wouldn't change anything.

Jimin swatted the empty gun out of Hajun's hand, grabbing him by his hair, tossing him to Taehyung. Hajun quickly got up, but he was met with a brutal pain in the back of his head, a lamp smashed over Jun's head.
The shortest froze as a sharp and stingy pain entered his leg, digging into his skin. He screamed out as he kicked Jongin away,
"How dare you?!"

Taehyung pushes Jimin to the bathroom, shutting the door, his eyes darting (with his constricted pupils) at Hajun and Jongin that eyed him like a prey. He rose his blade and snatched Hajun by his hair, slamming his head against his nightstand. He flinched as Jongin rose the kitchen knife in his hand,

A loud scream of agony bursted through the room, the noise widening Jimin's eyes. He hurried to wrap a gauze around his leg, scurrying into the bedroom.

Hajun was dead against the floor, Jongin's kitchen knife was but impaled into Taehyung's chest. The shortest tried to scream Tae's name, but he couldn't, he could only shake in complete distress and fury as he ran to Jongin and pulled the knife out of Taehyung, slashing it at his old best friend.
"Fuck you!! Fuck you and your back-stabbing clown, and your two-faced self, you damn punk!" Jimin spat out whatever came to mind.

Jongin fell onto the ground, holding his body that displayed open slashes that stung and itched beneath his ripped shirt.
Jimin collapses to the ground, grabbing Taehyung that still breathed. Although, his breath was staggered, he struggled to receive air.

"Baby, I'm right he-here, you have to hold on." The shortest says sternly, no emotion in his voice as he pulled out his phone.

Taehyung hummed, trying to speak, but only Jimin's name rolled off his tongue. His hand gripped onto Jimin's as he blinked up at the ceiling.
"I love you, okay?? I love you so much, and you're not allowed to die, you're staying with me..." The eldest suddenly sobs out.

Taehyung's ears rung terribly as sirens were heard, his heartbeat thundered up in his chest, and his fingertips were cold. The bright lights blinded him, Jimin's sweet light voice and his cries faded away once his eyes shut.

The last thing he thought?
Would he ever see Jimin again?
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well this was a horrible story, and a horrible ending. i don't like how bad this turned out, i had it planned well in my mind, but it just flopped.
hopefully you maybe enjoyed this, i certainly am struggling with the way i write, actually.

the thing i loved about this story was that the character's personalities were great, especially tae (3.0) and the story of his life sorta...
yeah, this was a flop.

thanks for reading, and i will see u again <333