“Your father is the fucker you wanna kill, right?” Taehyung asked and Jimin nodded, Taehyung nodded back as if assuring him silently that he'll help him. He felt as if he hated the man just as mush as Jimin hated him. He deserved hatred and to Taehyung, he didn't deserve to live either, just pure waste of oxygen.
“You wanna avenge your mom’s death, right? How did the police not catch him, even when he had a witness who was you? You could've sent him to rot in jail with a simple call.”
“He threatened to kill me if I don't help him hide the body. He said that if anyone find the corpse, he'd say that I killed her and it'd be his word against mine, and that I'd be considered an accomplice if he got caught. I was so scared, I-I didn't know what to do so I helped him and didn't say a word about it.. You're the first person I tell.” Jimin said and he felt conflicted, as if even if put again in the same situation, he'd still not know what to do at all.
Taehyung found it highly concerning that he didn't really utter a word about it for five years, even when his father wasn't around anymore, it seemed as if he was still scared of him.
“Well, guess who'll fucking die now.” Taehyung said sarcastically. “I'll teach you how to commit a perfect murder, but we won't start with your father. I need you to practice first. Can you use a knife?” Taehyung asked because Jimin had mentioned something about him being uncomfortable with knives to Taehyung before and he guessed that he knew why.
It's because Jimin was traumatized, because he was once close to dying with the same knife he watched his father kill his mother with. Taehyung would be surprised if Jimin didn't suffer from post traumatic stress disorder or at least severe anxiety, or some sort of phobia, and he was right.
“I can't, they scare me. Once, I had a panic attack and.. Yeah you were there. That day when Hoseok thought it was a funny idea to threaten me with a knife.” Jimin said and Taehyung looked suddenly furious. Those dumb punks, if he had the chance to turn back in time and beat the crap out of them, he would.
“Yeah I remember, I actually understood at some point that you weren't with us, that you were trembling and crying because of whatever monster was inside your head and it was the first time in ages I felt bad for someone. I told them to leave you alone, so many times, but they didn't listen, and well, I never knew how I felt towards you either. I thought I was too far gone to even have emotions anymore and they always complained about me being so emotionless, dumb little worthless fucks.”
“Don't you love your friends?” Jimin asked, confused again and Taehyung smiled and it was again almost sarcastic, as if it was stupid asking him about feelings.
He didn't feel, he couldn't remember the last time he felt anything other than hatred, envy or anger towards everyone and everything. Yoongi had always been an exception, and Jimin was the second exception too far and he didn't know whether it was a good or a bad thing.
“No, we just get along. I rarely feel anything, or I could say it takes me so long to feel and even when I do, they're foggy, shallow and brief. I was with them ’coz they were easy to manipulate, also ’coz they benefited me in some type of way. I don't even know anymore to be honest ’coz I felt bad when you said you tortured ’em but it lasted only for a minute and now I don't care at all once again, and I think they deserved it. Do you think that proves I'm a psychopath Jimin?”
“I don't care what you are, be a psychopath or whatever, I care about you.” Jimin said and Taehyung smiled, genuinely. It felt good that someone cared about him even after knowing what he truly was and it was wrong, loving him was wrong and he knew it because when he said he hated humanity, his own self was also included and he hated himself probably more than he hated everybody else. It was ironic how anger and hatred seemed to be the only emotions he was capable of feeling.
“Stop making the same old mistake Minnie.”
“What mistake?”
“Caring about sickos, first your father, then your boyfriend and now me. You never learn, do you?” Taehyung asked and Jimin seemed offended, as if it was him that he was calling sick.
“I don't know, I can't help it. Jungkook isn't bad, he's just broken and that as well applies to you. I guess something is broken in my head too, and that's why we get along Tae, it isn't because I'm innocent, it's because if you are sick, then I am too.”
“That's bullshit.” Taehyung deadpanned as he got off the car, and he held Jimin's bags as he went down the slight ramp and around to the front of the building, pushing the door open because it had been left unlocked. Jimin followed after him and eyed the interior to see that it was most certainly abandoned.
The carpet had been stripped to show bare flooring underneath, the wallpaper torn and hanging off the walls. He was eying the place as he walked down the hallway to a staircase that went down to a basement level.
Their shoes bounced off the stone steps with an echo, and then Taehyung pushed the door at the bottom and he stepped inside after him to see something rather unexpected.
The rest of the house might have been abandoned and falling apart but even in the dim lighting, he saw that the basement was most certainly not.
Taehyung and his friend had turned it into something close to an apartment room expect it was a lot larger than usual ones. It still couldn't compare to the extravagant penthouse suite he shared with Jungkook but it looked comfortable.
Taehyung put down the suitcases on the ground, not bothering to turn on the lights and Jimin started looking around for the switch to light it himself. At the middle of his struggling, someone walked in.
“Tae, is that you?” The guy asked as he yawned loudly. Jimin was sure it was Yoongi's voice and it got him all fidgety. And he felt relieved that the lights were off and that the latter still couldn't see him, for he knew that when he eventually does, it's going to get ugly, hopefully not but he had just tortured Yoongi's friends that same night.
Tae was an exception so he couldn't rely on his reaction to predict that of Yoongi but he knew it would be nightmarish. “You know I can't sleep until I know you're home. I also get worried, you know?”
“Here I am then. Just go back to sleep hyung.” Tae muttered as he was taking his jacket off. Yoongi said something about some school assignments and making food for the others in the hospital before switching the lights on.
Surprise was a huge understatement when he locked eyes with Jimin. Yoongi seemed to make an obvious effort to attempt not to strangle Jimin right then and there.
“Bringing the devil right to the middle of our own fucking house?” Yoongi asked and he was undoubtedly angry, livid would be even more accurate, but Taehyung only shrugged. “I thought you were smarter than that.”
“Well, he's gonna live here, so..”
“No. Fucking. Way! You understand that?” Yoongi interrupted as he straight away yelled this time but Taehyung still didn't seem to get affected at all. “Either him or me in this house, you get it? If you're really insisting he stays then I'm fucking leaving!”
“Why? What did he even do?”
“What did he do? Are you fucking serious right now?” Yoongi seemed totally shocked at that, at how strangely uncaring Taehyung seemed to be. The latter just pouring a cup of water with pure peace on his face, as if his best friend wasn't burning his nerves speaking to him.
“He tortured our whole damn group of friends! I was fucking there, and do you think he had any fucking mercy? He laughed his heart out while our friends cried in agony! Don't get fooled by whatever the fuck that liar told you!”
“But he didn't hurt you.”
“Does it fucking matter if he did? He hurt them!” Yoongi was still raging while Taehyung just shrugged again, as if the question was useless, and to him, it really was.
“They hurt him too.” Taehyung said simply with another shrug, getting the cup close to his lips but still looking at Yoongi with a certain coldness the older didn't understand.
“But they're your friends! Don't you fucking care? Don't you care about them at all?” Yoongi asked enraged but he seemed to get hurt too, as if it was him Taehyung was uncaring about, as if it's him Taehyung was discarding as if he was never worth shit to him.
“No, I don't care and I never did.” Taehyung replied as he drank the cup in his hands in one go then putting the cup back on the table. “Don't think I ever will either but don't tell ’em that.”
“Do you even care about me?” Yoongi asked as he glared at Jimin with much distaste. “Or did that fucking manipulator brainwash you into not giving a crap about me either?”
“I've always cared ’bout you and I always will so stop accusing him of all sorta shit. That's not gonna change my mind.”
“Fucking how you want me to accept him living here?”
“I dunno, but he's not going anywhere. Also, sorry but we'll be making a lot of mess in this house very soon.” Taehyung said and Yoongi raised his eyebrow in shock but he looked rather disgusted too, kind of apprehensive as if already understanding what it was all about.
“Don't fucking tell me you're going on another killing spree.” Yoongi whispered as if afraid Jimin would hear him. Taehyung grinned for the first time that night and if Jimin wasn't an accomplice, he would've thought that smile was haunting.
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