𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 | Vmin

10✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐦

His hand moved to open the tap again but the taller stepped closer until the tip of his shoes brushed against Jimin's heels and their bodies were exchanging each other's scent as Taehyung held his hand, stopping him in his acts and jolting a current in Jimin's body that wasn't that drunk the last time he checked it as there was something else that was intoxicating his senses, he wouldn't admit but it definitely wasn't the alcohol

Jimin was already feeling dizzy but Taehyung chose to make him more inebriated by leaning against his ear to whisper that he would do it first but those words never came out of his mouth, his hot breath fanned against Jimin's skin that was showered in the scent he was forbidden to apply

The grip of Taehyung's hand tightened, his mind whispered a Deja Vu in his ears reminding him how weak he used to be for this scent, he aligned his teeth in a fierce clench turning the boy around with his arm. Jimin gasped in surprise, his lips agape staring up at the man who pulled him closer by his arms, his touch rough and grip stronger burning scarlet marks against Jimin's pearl skin, their bodies were glued against one another and Jimin felt suffocated in this cage of darkness

"I told you not to wear this scent"

Taehyung growled through his clenched teeth, Jimin flinched at the eerie demons that danced in the night sky of his eyes on the rhythm of burning hell that raged inside of Taehyung

"Who do you think you are to disobey me?"

Taehyung twisted Jimin's arm until he felt a striking pain jolting in his arm, he whimpered in pain but remained unmoved in the other's grip, defenseless as though he was not a boy who had won numerous gold medals in taekwondo, was professionally trained to fight and shoot but a bleak doll that couldn't protect himself and moves on the demands of his master

"You work for me and I'm in charge here get this shit inside your little twisted brain" The pride was laced in his dominating voice sending a thousand chills in Jimin's body that was cursed under his fierce gaze not moving an inch

"You don't have any idea in how many ways I could kill you, just know that each of them will be as brutal as to make your soul shudder when it leaves your pathetic body"

he gripped Jimin's jaw forcing him to look up to encounter his death in his eyes, his cheeks squeezed between the other's long fingers while his brain stopped working, was it fear or alcohol he didn't know but his mind was blank the only thing in his mind was to get free from his hold

Taehyung had taken out all the anger that had been cooking in him since the first time his eyes landed on this havoc-bringer and now when Jimin had pressed all his buttons breaking the pause one, Taehyung couldn't control himself any longer neither could he find any reason to as Jimin was nothing but just a bodyguard he never needed in the first place yet his actions speak that he's something so superior to his low rank and it irks Taehyung to his bones how discourteous he is. Not only did he create a scene at the party by stepping out of his boundary, breaking every rule, disobeying him, and so on, but the great hit was that he reminded him of his past, the past he drank tons of alcohol to forget and in just a blow of air he reminded him of it all.

Jimin hissed when the other's fingers buried deeper in his skin as though he was digging a warning sign under his skin so whenever he forgets his threat it reminds him of the danger he is in. He struggled to get free but the glaring man was watching him blankly like he was enjoying the bird flipping his wounded wings when it tried to fly but failed every time

"Let me go!" Jimin snatched his hand back from the grip that suddenly loosened with the sealed lips in line tugging up in a mocking smirk, how many hell Jimin would burn at the reminding image of it that would flash in his nightmares turning them more horrifying, and Jimin kept the door of his brain shut knowing if it started working it won't let him walk out of this place without burying this egoistic man six feet underground