𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 🐾

~ beauty in pain

Not proof read

READ:Please be aware that this ones not for the faint of heart! It's extremely gruesome and yeah I mean idk I just based this off killing stalking

TOP: KOOK

Summary: basically killing stalking

Tw: abuse but like extreme? I'm not trying to romanticise abuse but rather show the psychological impacts of both of their mental illness colliding if that makes sense? Basically no unless it's consensual (bdsm which is not abuse) ABUSE IS NOT HOT OR PRETTY AND SHOULDN'T BE FETISHISED

Tw/cw: mention of sewer slide thoughts, and mental illness in general: abuse: graphic descriptions of death/wounds

Waking from his unconscious self, Taehyung whined at the excruciating pain in both his ankles. His body was bruised to the point of bleeding and wrists chained to the cold brick wall

"Killing me softly with his song~" a beautifully soft yet terrorising voice echoed from somewhere above the wood blocks. Starting to remember fragments of the situation that took place before he passed out Taehyung sensed danger coming close

"Awe is little bird bruised?" A head popped in from above the stairs that led upwards into the room where Taehyung was dragged by his hair

Remembering his back hitting the hard floor, Taehyung flinched from the sudden rush of pain

"Don't be scared, you know what pain feels like don't you? Well then you should know that it's only temporary" there he was. The boy Taehyung admired for many many years. Anyone would be jumping from joy and to be honest Taehyung was happy. If his bones weren't broken he would probably be at this boys feet, worshipping him like he was his entire religion. Perhaps he was but he ain't ready to admit it just yet

"What's up with the silent treatment? Say something?" Oh that wicked smile, glaring eyes and the perfectly shaped curled. The mere glance of him shivered his timbers (I'm sorry a soamckflwmall)

"Did I cut your eardrums off by accident? Say something!" kicking his ankle, the boy crouched in front of Taehyung, resting his hands on the baseball bat he had placed across his nape

"Jungkook? Don't hurt me" grinning like he had just killed another, Jungkook laughed throwing his head back as he threw his baseball bat to the side which made a loud crashing sound as it collided with the wooden blanks in the corner of the basement

"You know my name? A little stalker aren't you? Now tell me... why should I not hurt you?" Running his fingers across the cut cheek of the boy who was now under him Jungkook smiled as he lowered his head to taehyungs neck as he smelt the wavering scent of lynx deodorant

"Wouldn't you like to experience something beyond most human activities? This for example?" Manipulating the submissive man underneath him into being his lab rat, Jungkook cuts a pretty deep cut under taehyungs chin making the other jolt in pain

Tears rolling down Taehyung cried out for the younger one on top to stop; going to the extent of scratching him.. which obviously didn't end well

"I'm afraid you're not playing by the rules of the game love.. cheaters get beaten" anticipating a painful swing to the head Taehyung closed his eyes and begged for what's it worth

"I'm just kidding. Hop on up?" Laughing with an extended hand Jungkook looked at Taehyung with the same sadistic glance as before except this time it was weirdly comforting? Shaking my taking his hand Taehyung was pulled into the youngest arms as he caressed his lower back

Now Taehyung was by no means a mentally healthy person [a/n: same] however he was scared out of his mind.. as any of us would be

As someone who has been diagnosed with bpd also known as borderline personality disorder, Taehyung has struggled with suicidal thoughts and manic depression on many occasions but right now he was feeling euphoric. His mind was overtaken by the single thought of Jungkook holding him, RUBBING HIS BACK! The feeling of his warms hand circulating around the soft spot, comforting him in ways no one else could. You should reevaluate your close circle if a seri killer is more comforting than your own family