psycho | tk

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kim taehyung was a lot of things — a musician, an actor, a model. he was handsome, charming, and seemingly flawless. he had the whole world watching him, and he knew just what they wanted to see.

his name was decorated by petty misdemeanors like theft, vandalism, and underage drinking, but of course, the media loved a bad boy.

a heartbreaker, they called him. isn't it ironic?

music, movies, and magazines — he had it all. but did he deserve it all?

talent only got you so far in a cruel world. one would need strategies and plans to make it as far as he did, and taehyung sure knew how strategize.

above the celebrity façade – above all – he was a plotter, a manipulator, a liar.

taehyung got to where he was by cheating the game which was why he was winning the game, and yet he couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

money and fame could buy you cars, friends, and the biggest diamonds — but there was one thing it couldn't fullfill: bloodlust.

how could he explain it? the need to see people hurt. to see people cry. to see people bleed.

the dreadful need was there, but it was the idol spotlight that provided the means. under the flashing cameras and blinding lights, taehyung was a golden boy. he happily took their vows of admiration and painted himself a perfect foster boy to feed them the beautiful lies he crafted for their own demise. unfortunately, some spotlights were so bright, they hid the darkness too well.

behind the scenes, in the shadows, taehyung was a lurking vampire. just like the industry he was in itself. together, they were secrets dying to be spilled, graves begging to be dug.

people had no idea just how bad kim taehyung was.

he preyed on the people he pretended to be. he craved a control the rest of the world just wouldn't understand.

he wanted to spill blood.

so he did.

each stab to the heart was a patch for his own. each slit on the neck was a new breath of fresh air. each dying plea was a whisper of encouragement.

and he always got away with it. every single time. after all, who would suspect the heartthrob that had everything he could ever want? he could do no wrong, even if he did it right before their eyes.

but as the years passed, taehyung learned there was another thing money and fame couldn't buy. all those bloodied diamonds could only fix so much of a shredded heart, they could never fill up the hole happiness left.

taehyung lived a lonely life. the languid spotlight ate up the innocent dreamer he wanted them to see. he glowed in their attention, giving them perfect smiles and golden promises, hiding away the macabre desires that lurked within him.

but even the deadliest monsters crave companionship, all he longed for, was to meet someone else in the looming darkness.

perhaps there wasn't a remedy for bloodlust, but there sure was one for loneliness —

and he was as bloody as taehyung was golden.