"For some wounds, no healing balm can bear,
In the realm where hearts can't be repaired."
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"It's nice to finally meet you, Rose," Taehyung's words dripped with a sinister tone as his fingers trailed along Jungkook's soft skin, leaving a trail of discomfort in their wake. The intensity of the moment hung heavy in the air, each word laden with a sense of foreboding as Jungkook faced the chilling reality of the person standing before him.
In the midst of the tense confrontation, Jimin's desperate cries shattered the silence as he swung the wooden object at Taehyung's hand, attempting to break his grip on Jungkook's neck. Tears streamed down Jimin's cheeks, his voice trembling with fear and desperation as his strikes proved futile against Taehyung's iron hold.
"LEVAE MY HYUNG!!" Jimin's words rang out, a desperate plea for mercy amidst the chaos. But Taehyung's grip remained unyielding, his laughter echoing darkly in the air as he mocked Jimin's feeble attempts to intervene.
"Silly people," Taehyung's voice dripped with malice as he turned to Jimin, his smirk twisted into a cruel sneer. "When will people like you learn how to behave?"
His words were a chilling reminder of the power he held over them all, a stark contrast to the desperation of their situation. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, suffocating in its intensity as the fate of all hung in the balance.
In the dim light of the grim scene, the air was thick with tension as Taehyung's hand tightened around Jungkook's neck, squeezing the life from him with a relentless grip. Jimin's desperate cries fill the road, while yoongi was still on the ground.
Tears streamed down Jimin's cheeks as he watched in horror, his heart breaking with every futile attempt to free his hyung from Taehyung's grasp. But Taehyung remained unmoved.
"This won't help Jimin" His words were a cruel taunt, With each passing moment, the darkness within him seemed to grow stronger, engulfing them in its suffocating embrace.
Jimin's voice trembled with desperation as he pleaded for Taehyung's mercy, his tears mixing with the sweat and fear that permeated the raod. Gripping Taehyung's hand that was wrapped around Jungkook's neck, Jimin's own hand shook with the weight of his emotions. "P-please, Tae!" he implored, his voice cracking with emotion. "That's... that's Jungkook hyung... My hyung... please." His words carried the weight of their shared history, a plea for Taehyung to remember the bonds of that had once united them. Yet, whether Taehyung would heed Jimin's plea remained uncertain, as the tense standoff between them continued to unfold.
" You are irritating me now uff!" Taehyung's voice dripped with irritation as he dismissed Jimin's plea with a curt response. With a bored and annoyed tone, he shoved Jimin aside, his actions swift and forceful. Jimin stumbled backward, unable to regain his footing before crashing to the ground on his back. The impact sent a jolt of pain through his body, exacerbating the fear and helplessness that already consumed him.
"M-imi" Jungkook's voice barely rose above a whisper as he uttered Jimin's name, his heart heavy with helplessness as he watched his brother crumple to the ground. Despite his own precarious situation, he felt a surge of agony at his inability to come to Jimin's aid. Bound by Taehyung's unrelenting grip, Jungkook's muscles tensed with frustration as he realized he couldn't even move his head to check on his fallen brother. A sense of powerlessness washed over him.
Despite the turmoil and fear raging within him, Jungkook's gaze softened as he locked eyes with Taehyung, recognizing the person buried beneath the facade of aggression. A flicker of empathy stirred within him, reminding him that this was not the true Taehyung. With a trembling voice, he reached out, his plea laced with genuine concern. "Let me help you, r-red... I-I can help you. Just give control to Taehyung. Please," he implored, his words echoing with sincerity. His gaze lingered on Taehyung's mismatched eyes, searching for any sign of recognition, any glimmer of the boy he once knew buried beneath the turmoil of their current predicament.
"Help?" Taehyung's response cut through the air with a sharp edge, rejecting Jungkook's offer of help in a succinct yet disdainful manner. The word "help" dripped with sarcasm, a stark reminder of Taehyung's reluctance to accept assistance from anyone, especially in his current state of turmoil.
With a sudden surge of force, Taehyung released his grip on Jungkook's neck, causing the older man to stagger backward, gasping for breath. As Taehyung turned to leave, a fleeting glance passed between them, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Jungkook's tear-filled eyes followed Taehyung's retreating figure, as he rubbed the tender area where Taehyung had held him captive moments before.
"T-Taehyung..." Jungkook's voice faltered, barely above a whisper, as he called out to the retreating figure. With unsteady steps, he followed behind Taehyung, his movements betraying the toll of their confrontation. Despite his weakened state, Jungkook's determination to reach out to Taehyung remained steadfast, a glimmer of hope flickering within him as he sought to bridge the divide that had grown between them.
"Don't!" Taehyung's abrupt shout halted Jungkook in his tracks, causing him to jump slightly. Pointing a finger at Jungkook, Taehyung emphasized his command. "Do not follow!"
Jungkook stopped in his tracks, noting Taehyung's command not to follow. But his eyes remained locked on Taehyung's, silently expressing a multitude of emotions and thoughts, pleading for understanding and reconciliation.
Taehyung nodded in acknowledgment, a hint of satisfaction in his expression as Jungkook complied with his request. With a simple directive to "go home, Rose," Taehyung turned and disappeared into the darkness of the road, leaving Jungkook to ponder the weight of their encounter and the uncertain future that lay ahead.
As Jungkook stood alone in the aftermath of their encounter, a tumult of emotions churned within him, weighing heavily on his heart. His gaze wandered into the darkness, lost in a sea of worries and uncertainties. The burden of the events that had transpired left him feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable. For the first time in years, tears welled up in his eyes, silently betraying the depth of his emotions and the pain he carried within him. In the solitude of the night, Jungkook grappled with the rawness of his feelings.
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Taehyung, gripping his phone tightly in his ear, strides through the silent and darkened halls of his house like a demon cloaked in darkness, urgently asking, "I need it! Is there anything in the basement?''
"Yes, I have one. Enjoy!" Taehyung's father's voice echoed through the phone, Taehyung, without another word, ended the call abruptly. His steps quickened as he descended the stairs into the basement.
Two bodyguards stood outside the basement door, their silence palpable as Taehyung approached. With a swift motion, he unlocked the door, entered, and slammed it shut with a resounding echo, locking it behind him.
He switched off the lights using the switch near the door, his face adorned with an innocent-looking smile that belied the sinister intentions brewing within him.
"P-please I don't know anything! Please!" As the light flicked on, illuminating the room, a desperate plea shattered the silence. Taehyung's smile sweetened at the sound, his steps purposeful as he approached the man who sat bound to a chair in the center of the room, fear etched across his face.
"Shh, no need to speak. Just let me do what needs to be done, okay?" Taehyung's voice was soft, almost soothing, as he walked over to a table in the corner of the room, his hands deftly preparing his tools for the task at hand.
"S-sir, p-please, you're such a sweet boy, I know you. Do you remember? We met at your dad's company o-once. You were so kind to me. Please, get me out of here, sir! Your dad misunderstood me. I didn't give anything to Woon! I swear on my daughters, s-sir, please!" The man pleaded, his eyes filled with hope as he watched Taehyung, not realizing that the boy in front of him would be the one to shatter his hopes forever.
The man's pleading seemed to feed Taehyung's inner demons so well , his heart settling into a familiar rhythm as he listened to the beautiful desperation in the man's voice. Taehyung's smile only widened, savoring each word as if it were his favorite meal after a long day. With meticulous care, he adorned himself with gloves and selected a pickaxe of maximum size, ensuring its sharpness was just right for the task ahead.
"Believe me, I don't care," Taehyung's voice dripped with a seductive allure, luring the man in with its devilish charm. With each step he took towards the man, his pace easy and relaxed, Taehyung found himself relishing the moment more than he would care to admit.
He dragged the chair from the side and positioned it in front of the man, his gaze locking onto the tears that filled the man's eyes. Taehyung couldn't help but smirk softly at the sight. "I don't care about you," he declared, his voice carrying a chilling edge. "I'm not your savior, but rather the demon you should be afraid of." His words hung heavy in the air, punctuated by the palpable fear radiating from the man before him.
A moment later, the pickaxe found its mark, burying itself deep into the man's left hand, which was bound by chains. A gut-wrenching scream pierced the silence, echoing off the walls of the room. Taehyung's face lit up with delight as the vivid red of blood painted his surroundings, a color he couldn't help but savor-it was his favorite, after all.
"Yes! Let out those pretty noises more!" Taehyung exclaimed, his lips stretching into a wider smile, his cheeks flushed with excitement. With a swift motion, he pulled the pickaxe out from the man's left hand, reveling in the sight of blood dripping from the wound. But he wasn't finished yet; it was time to turn his attention to the man's right hand.
As Taehyung finally finished with the man, even a passing doctor could tell from ten feet away just by glancing at the scene that the man was dead. The gaping holes in his upper body were unmistakable, and the sight of his bulging eyes only confirmed the grisly truth.
As Taehyung wiped the red off his hands, standing by the table, the room fell into a profound silence. Suddenly, a face appeared before him—a person whose beauty was like a symphony of perfection, each feature harmonizing effortlessly to create a masterpiece. His ethereal gaze, framed by long lashes, held a universe of depth and emotion, radiant and sincere, illuminating every room like a beacon of joy. And his grace, both in movement and demeanor, exuded a magnetic allure that captivated hearts around the world.
This person's beauty transcended the physical; it embodied purity and innocence like a rare and precious gem. His aura was as gentle as a spring breeze, evoking a sense of serenity and wonder. In his eyes, there was a glimmer of untarnished innocence, like the first light of dawn painting the sky with hope. His smile, so pure and genuine, radiated warmth and kindness, touching souls with its sincerity.
Taehyung couldn't forget those big brown doe teary eyes, which looked so beautiful, making him yearn to see them again and again. And that gentle, honeyed voice calling his name made him feel as if he could die just to hear it again. Yes, Taehyung was going crazy, crazy about a person, going crazy about Jeon Jungkook.
In that moment, Taehyung found himself suspended between two worlds, the world of his own making, stained with blood and darkness, and the world embodied by Jeon Jungkook, a realm of purity, innocence, and light. His hands, still tinged with the crimson evidence of his actions, trembled slightly as he kept remembering Jungkook's angelic visage.
In a moment of quiet introspection, Taehyung's voice barely rose above a whisper, "You can't help me, Rose," he murmured, the weight of his words heavy with resignation. "I'm beyond your reach, beyond the reach of repair."
With a bitter understanding, Taehyung acknowledged the chasm that separated him from the semblance of normalcy others might seek. While the world might eventually heal from the storm's aftermath, he knew that his own inner turmoil ran deeper than any surface calm could ever conceal. For Kim Taehyung, the red that lurked beneath the surface would forever stain his existence, a reminder of the darkness he could never fully escape.
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To be continued 💜
Is hot word was a person it would be red for me!