𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

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"Don't move," Taehyung whispered in his ear, his lips pressed against his earlobe.

The man obeyed, his body stiff. Taehyung turned him around, moving the blade to his neck as he slammed his body against the shower wall. He had a wicked grin on his face, but it quickly faded away as he looked into the man's eyes. No panicking. No fear. Taehyung pushed the blade a little deeper into his neck, hoping for a reaction. His jaw stiffened and he instinctively raised his head upwards, but nothing else. Nothing appeared. The same broken gaze looked back at him. Anger built up inside of him. He was supposed to be scared. That's how it always was. Why wasn't he begging for his life? Why wasn't he panicking?

"Why aren't you scared?" Taehyung shouted.

"I told you. I want to die," Jungkook answered, happy that this torture of a life was about to end.

"Why?" Taehyung said between his teeth.

"I'm broken," he responded, as if it was obvious.

Broken. A word too familiar to Taehyung. That's what he had heard his whole life. He was a broken child. Weird. Crazy. Broken. Just another word to describe him. He dropped the knife, the sound of its fall echoing through the bathroom. Bad memories flooded his mind, his body felt numb. Taehyung pressed his back against the wall facing the man and stared at him, breathing heavily. Steam had built up in the room, making it incredibly hot and hard to breathe in. Both men stared at each other, a dead look in their eyes.

"Why do you kill?" his victim asked after what seemed like a couple of minutes.

"I'm broken," he said softly, lost in his own thoughts.

He looked at his knife, the tiny bit of blood on the blade dissipating through the pouring water. When he thought of this plan, it seemed completely reckless, but doable. This scenario was one he had wanted to do for a while now, and he thought this man would be perfect for it. But no... He could not kill him... Once again. What was the good in killing someone who wanted to die?

He looked up to the man, who was breathing heavily and staring back at him, observing him. Both were silent. Jungkook made the first move.

He jumped on the man, grabbing his face between his hands. It took only but a second before his lips reached his, hungry for his taste. Those same lips had haunted him ever since the first night he saw them. The first couple of seconds they seemed reluctant, uncertain, but they softened quickly, kissing him back. The man touched Jungkook's body, gliding his fingers over every stiff muscle they could find. His hands traveled across his skin, excited at the thought of discovering what they had craved for so long. Their kiss grew more passionate, more rough the longer they held each other. The man pushed him back and grabbed his throat, a grunt escaping his lips. Jungkook grabbed his wrist and tried to move his arm but the man's grip tightened, clawing at his skin. Had he changed his mind?

Jungkook pushed him back on the wall by his face, his index and middle finger inside the man's mouth. He bit down on Jungkook's fingers hard and he groaned in response. As blood dripped, the man licked it off, satisfied. The man quickly moved his other hand to Jungkook's half-hard shaft, grabbing at it. Jungkook winced at the rough touch, but something inside him stirred and turned his pain into pleasure. The man locked his gaze, a devilish grin across his face, into Jungkook's eyes and moved his hand up and down, his erection growing bigger by the second. Jungkook's hand grew soft and his bruised fingers exited the man's mouth, falling to his side. The man let go of Jungkook's neck and fell to his knees, still looking into his eyes. His tongue trailed painfully slowly from the bottom of his shaft to the tip.

"Fuck," Jungkook whispered under his breath.

The man's hand creeped up Jungkook's thigh, playing with the stitches on his cut. Jungkook winced in response, but did not stop him. There was something so erotic in the pain the man gave him. If he were to die like this, he would be happy.

After having teased him sufficiently with his tongue, the man's hand reached to his knife and he brought it back to Jungkook's neck, right along his jaw.

"This again?" Jungkook asked, breathless.

"Your room," the man ordered.

Jungkook guided him to his room, not too fast as the blade threatening his skin. The man had his arm around his neck and followed him closely behind him, gnawing at the skin on his shoulder. As they entered the room, the man turned him around and pushed him onto the bed. Jungkook rested on his elbows, panting, observing the man in front of him. The moon's light shone on him, creating shadows where his muscles protruded. But the most enticing of all was the look on his face. The man looked at Jungkook like a predator did his prey; a look Jungkook never thought could make him feel so aroused.

"Are you ready, Jungkook?" the man said in a low voice, the edges of his mouth twitching.

"How do you─" Jungkook started, but then interrupted himself as this man had followed him around, found his apartment and the way to get in. Obviously he knew his name.

The man advanced slowly towards him, placing himself between Jungkook's legs. He slid the knife's blade delicately on the inside of Jungkook's thighs, making him shiver in response. He licked his lips as the knife continued upwards, leaving a slight cut at his hips. He bent down and licked the blood off as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Jungkook observed, his mind turning numb. Why was this so fucking arousing to him? This was a whole other level of weird. The unknown had always excited Jungkook, but he never thought he would be screwing a guy who probably dreamed of cutting him up and killing him. He never thought the edge of a blade against his skin would make his hair rise, would send a shiver of excitement up his spine. There was a thrill to it. A twist to sex he had never explored.