𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡ ⓕⓞⓤⓡⓣⓔⓔⓝ

The man's eyes watered. He tried to speak. Taehyung punched him again, with such force Jungkook wondered how the guy was still awake after such a shock. Taehyung bent down next to the case, taking a syringe out. He put it in front of the man's face.

"This will keep you awake. Wouldn't want to miss out on the fun, would you?"

Jungkook shivered. Taehyung pressed the needle against the man's neck, pushing the liquid in. He put the syringe in the sink. Jungkook noticed how Taehyung's hand were unfazed, calm, still. He was not nervous. He was more than comfortable. This was the real Taehyung. This was what Jungkook wanted to see. He wondered if this was a good idea afterall.

Taehyung ripped the man's shirt off of him, almost too easily. Jungkook did not know Taehyung was this strong. Was it the adrenaline rush he felt that give him such strength? He pulled the man's pants down.

"Don't be shy, now. I'm pretty sure she was naked when you beat her up like the fucking maniac you are."

Jungkook silently gasped as he watched Taehyung ram his foot on the man's knee, breaking it in one swift movement. The man screamed and screamed, yet he was so silent. Tears came running down his face, his shouts turning to heavy sobbing. He did the same with the other knee. Screaming. Taehyung's face seemed emotionless. He was focused. Though Jungkook noticed the stiffness in his shoulders, the sharpness on his movements. He was on edge. Terribly angry in the most subtle way, contained.

"Oh, right, you did break one of her ribs."

He punched quickly in the man's ribs, a loud crack echoing. Screaming.

"Don't worry, I made sure it would break without perforating any organs; wouldn't want you to die on me when the fun's just beginning."

A punch in the ribs, again. Precise. Sharp.

"Did she scream when you did this to her? Did she beg you to stop?" he said, his voice getting louder.

He punched his face again, making the man spit blood.

"Did she scream when you did this to her? Did she beg you to stop?" he repeated, louder.

Jungkook observed, silent. Taehyung reached out to the man's hands, breaking one finger after the other, pausing in between each. Ten loud cracks. Ten screams. The man cried loudly, tears flowing down his cheeks. Taehyung bent down to the knife case. He picked up a medium-sized knife, a straight blade. He slid his index finger across the sharp edge of the blade, smiling at the feeling.

"You didn't cut her, I know. This is my own special treatment."

He put the knife along the man's jaw. He dug the tip of the blade in, running it right under the bone. Blood spilled. Jungkook swallowed. Taehyung moaned in delight. Something clicked in Jungkook's mind.

"Tell me... did you rape her?" he asked bluntly.

He was calm. In control. Jungkook watched him, drawn in by his transformation. He seemed sane, almost. The man shook his head quickly, his mouth trying to move under the duct tape.

"That's not what she told me..."

Jungkook watched, still, as Taehyung mutilated the man's genitalia. He felt a little nauseous. Focusing on Taehyung helped him. Screaming. So much screaming.

"You're so fucking disgusting... How could you do that..." Taehyung said as he spit on the man's face.

Jungkook could not help but wonder about Taehyung's own morals. He killed people, right? So why was he so keen on justice for the girl? Was it only because he cared about her? Would he have done it for someone he did not know?

Taehyung began cutting the man. His movements reminded Jungkook of an extravagant painter, sliding his brush against his canvas. The paint; blood red. Screaming. The smell of blood. More screaming. Blood splatters. Jungkook's breathing quickened, feeling dizzy. Everything was red. Screams echoed. Too much. The man barely moved or reacted anymore. Yet Taehyung was still cutting. A dark red covered the entirety of the man's body. He leaned in, grabbing the side of the sink, stabilizing himself. Taehyung turned to him, a dark, twisted smile across his face. In his eyes was... something so...

Taehyung plunged the knife into the heart of the man, looking into Jungkook's eyes, his smile fading. He closed his eyes as he pulled the knife out, throwing it in the tub right after.

"Leave your clothes in here. You can leave. I'll clean up now."

Jungkook clumsily took his clothes off, dropping them on the floor. Jungkook slowly reached to the door, his legs weak. He closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath of fresh air. He looked at his hands, tiny red dots on them. He put his hand on his chest, trying to calm down his beating heart. He went to the living room, letting himself drop down on the couch. He sat down for what seemed like minutes, but in reality was an hour, reflecting, thinking, debating.

Taehyung came out of the bathroom dragging a big plastic bag across the floor.

"I'll be right back. Make yourself at home," he said calmly.

Jungkook looked around, confused, lost. His mind was blank yet filled with questions.

He cried.