𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓣⓗⓘⓡⓣⓔⓔⓝ

Taehyung looked at his watch and exited the car, leaving Jungkook to his anxious self. He could not contain his anxiety, nor his excitement. It was a nice mix of both jitters and thrill. His brain kept telling him to run away and never look back, but the darkness in his heart made him stay right where he was. He watched as Taehyung took his tools out and unlocked the door, shutting himself inside silently. Minutes passed, but it felt like hours to Jungkook.

His chest tightened as he saw the man pull up in his driveway. His heart pounded inside his head, his legs felt numb. He inhaled as the man unlocked his door and opened it, his hand on the handle when the door shut behind him. He got out of the car. Silence. Walked quickly up to the door. Silence. His hand reached to the doorknob, fingers hesitant.

He opened the door and closed it behind him, his eyes looking down on Taehyung tie wrapping the man's wrists, knees and ankles twice. He then put duct tape all around his shoulders, and a last piece tight on his mouth. He got up and lifted the man's shoulders, looking up to Jungkook who was standing still.

"Would you mind giving me a hand?" he asked, cocky.

Jungkook snapped out of it and opened the door behind him, grabbing the man's legs. As they were out, Taehyung grabbed him by the collar and used his momentarily free hand to close the door behind them. They moved silently through the dark night, bringing the man's body to the trunk of the car.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung tied the man in a standing position in the middle of his bathroom. It was a spacious bathroom, there was enough space for many things to take part in here. Including murder. Taehyung had conveniently placed rings on the ceiling and the floor. He made sure the chains around his victim's wrists and feet were tight enough for him not to be able to move.

Taehyung turned to Jungkook, his face serious.

"I'm about to start. You can still leave," he said, his voice low.

Jungkook shook his head and placed himself in the corner of the bathroom, leaning against the wall. His heart was in his throat, he felt like he would pass out any second now. Maybe this would have been easier if he were drunk or very high. He never would have thought he would be assisting a murder, completely sober. Especially watching the one he thought as his lover committing it.

"This is fucking crazy," Jungkook whispered to himself.

Taehyung did not notice, completely entranced in his task. He moved to the door, locking it, and shut the light out. He switched another light on, a red light, and his face suddenly changed. It was a mixture of thrill, madness... Jungkook's chest tightened.

"He should wake up any minute now," Taehyung said, a smile on his face.

Taehyung slid his hoodie off of him, revealing a tight black t-shirt underneath. The wide neck distracted Jungkook, as his collarbones were exposed. Taehyung took his gloves off, throwing them on the floor. He cracked his knuckles before kneeling down to a case on the floor. He opened it, revealing a collection of knives. He slid his fingers on the blades, closing his eyes, biting his lip. Jungkook crossed his arms and took a deep breath.

The man fidgeted, slowly started to wake up. His eyes opened, sleepy, then widened when he noticed his surroundings. He moved around, his screams muffled. Taehyung got up, hands empty, and smiled at his victim.

"Remember me?" Taehyung said, softly.

The man frowned and moved more, trying to wriggle out of his impossible trap, challenging Taehyung with his eyes.

"You know what I remember?" he said teasingly. "I remember fucking your girlfriend."

The man yelled at him silently and wriggled around even more.

"I remember the way she called my name, the way she moaned when I fucked her, how she told me she had never been fucked like that before─"

Jungkook swallowed.

"I also remember going to the hospital today. Finding her bruised and broken, weeping, sobbing, begging me with her eyes... to kill you. She did not say it, but I saw it in her eyes. She loved you, you know? She really did, as fucked up as it is. You treated her like shit yet she always came back to you lovingly. You spit on and beat up her love, her affection towards you. How fucked up is that?"

His tone grew deeper, more aggressive.

"She gave her fucking all to you, and that's what she gets? You're a fucking loser."

The man listened, still, breathing heavily through his nose.

"You see... I care about her. Unlike you, I want her well-being. So you can imagine how I felt when I saw her like that. My first thought was to kill you, get rid of you quickly."

He smiled wickedly.

"But I think this will be much more fun. You will feel what she felt. Tenfold."

He punched the man across the face, a loud crack resonating in the room. The man screamed, his nose broken and gushing blood. Taehyung rubbed his knuckles.

"You are going to beg me for death. To pray to all the gods you know that they spare you and let you die. However, neither will grant your wish."