The Spawn

Forty Seven

What happened?

Why are they here?

Where's Yeosang?

All those questions of confusion whirled all around his head like a gauze, growing so lost to the dark spots in his head to what happened to him.

But everything is so.... Empty.

Again.

Fuck, what is going on?

"Park Jimin," The ravenette haired male finally spoke, a tone so abrupt yet so soft that felt as though he began to slice against Jimin's skin with a blade, "We've met before, hotel room of Yeosang's penthouse-"

"I know," Jimin interjects, squirming to how the red haired demon's glare became intensified to Jimin's audacity to cut off the handsome angel, "S-Sorry.... I'm just confused to w-what's going on."

The more Jimin lingers here, the more he began to remember these familiar males much more vividly.

Yeosang's parents, Jeongguk and Taehyung.

Leaders of... What is it? Did Jimin ever even know who these people are?

What Yeosang is completely part of? His life?

Fuck, Jimin doesn't even know or can even collect memories coherently right now.

"Well, that's something you can answer for yourself," Jeongguk ventures gracefully, swaying a tender hand to Jimin's curled body to make his point before bringing it back to his lap, "But if you're memory blockage has gone worse, then perhaps you won't even remember what has occurred in the last few hours."

Memory blockage?

Did... D-Did he do something again? That he can't remember?

Shit he doesn't even know how he ended up like this!

Fighting hard to remember to only get frustrated to the emptiness, Jimin grunts and rakes his fingers through his hair, "W-What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Watch it," Taehyung tsks with a playful warning tone, raising up the knife and gently taps it against his own neck, "Unless you want to end up with no vocal chords."

A trembling hand goes up to Jimin's own throat, caressing his skin with his shakily thumb to the brutal thought of being sliced open by the man's rough hands. Those harsh words would snarl a scream out of someone's lips out of complete fear, being force to visualize the horrific scene of their death.

Meanwhile the king didn't flinch or cringe a muscle. He's sitting on the chair with his expressionless face, resembling close to a statue than human but a deadly one. A man that once is provoked will unleash a monster unlike his collected composure.

Taehyung is the psychotic murder in and out without composure. Almost like the bad cop, who make his presence evident that he is not here for an easy discussion but straight to the point for blood, but Jeongguk is the silent one to which he needs to be nudged in order explode. He plays first, the one who observes before making decisions. Once it's decided, he's an unstoppable monster. That's why his husband is here, to make sure his precious king doesn't get to that level of raging temptation just yet.

A perfect team work.

That explains where Yeosang gets his temper tendancies.

"I see you are aware of your state but are refusing to accept it, or maybe confused towards it," Jeongguk continues, his lips pursing more in distaste, "So you really don't recognize the way you murdered those men in that building you were kidnapped?"

What?

M-Murder..... Him murder? Again?

No.... N-No he didn't.... He didn't...

He wouldn't.

He's not... No, he's not like this.

His memory would block something like that!

Immediately Jimin shakes his head, feeling this ache in his head twitch that made his hands tremble more than they were, "I-I wouldn't m-murder..... I'm not a killer! I'm j-just a student and I wouldn't-"

"Boom."

Jimin face twists in confusion, his heart starting to escalate in his chest, "W-What?"

"Boom," Jeongguk whispers huskily, his blazing gaze forcing into Jimin's own torturing eyes with a glint of mischief, "Do you hear it? Boom.... And the screaming, so loud you just want to scratch your ears to peel it out? What about the voices? They're whispering things, voices you don't recognize."

A mass wave of bullets and screeches suddenly erupted from somewhere in Jimin's mind, making him jolt to the piercing noise that abruptly entered his mind. It's there again, the voices with no faces, no recognition of memory to where the source is coming from.

Since the time he's been here he can always hear them, and it doesn't fucking go away. He always tries to brush it off in order to not worry Yeosang but he doesn't know for how long he can continue like this.

It's driving him insane.

"S-Stop," Jimin wheezes, squeezing his eyes shut as he blocks his ears, "I-I'm so t-tired of this."

"Jimin, I need you to listen carefully to what I'm going to say," Through the mass chaos of Jimin's head, Jeongguk's voice was clear and forced to be heard, "You have to let go of that morality that you're clinging onto. Once you begin to let go of your values, it'll grow easier accepting it."

This made Jimin shakes his head, lips wobbling painfully with eyes squeezed shut, "I-I can't... You're fucking me up! Stop g-getting into my fucking head!"

Taehyung perks a chuckle now, pushing himself off from the wall and stands behind his husband before placing his hand over his shoulder and hovering his face to the other side against his ear, lips grazing against the shell that didn't even provoke a shiver by how focused Jeongguk was to Jimin's reactions.

"If he swears at you one more time-"

"Leave him," Jeongguk orders, his voice still laced with an icy glare and eyes still focused on the twisting boy on the ground, "Not a simple process forcing to remember a traumatic event, even if he was the one who committed the act."

Taehyung growls his teeth in annoyance and hovers his nose against the side of his husband's face, gently tilting his head in a possessive gesture while his hand that was on Jeongguk's shoulder clasps his neck now, while the ravenette never twitched muscle in response.

His rough lips is smudged against his Jeongguk's milky skin, right against the scar on his cheek, a psychotic smile bleeding through his mouth, "Well aren't you a tender doll?"

"More like experienced," He mutters back while Taehyung glides his tongue against the scar with a snicker, "But we have things to do, so let's speed up the process."

"About time," Taehyung huffs and pecks his cheek, "Anything for you, your highness."

And suddenly Taehyung detaches himself from his husband, approaching the sobbing boy with strong footsteps on the ground and pulls out his gun. Jimin immediately looks up and perks a loud scream when Taehyung removes the safety without hesitation.

And pulls the trigger.

Boom.

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A/N:

Well.....

I have no words....

I really like Taekook's devotion with each other in this story. It's like Jeongguk does his thing but if he needs back up, Taehyung is there.

Let's see if we'll see more of them in the story, who knows lol.

I PURPLE YOU! <33