Taehyung turned to look at him with a raised brow, his eyes incredulous and it freezed Jimin in place. He didn't even think of what to say, but he had just one goal to achieve.
If the poor guy were to die, then it should at least be the least painful way possible. He'd kill him if there was no other alternative, and he liked to think of it as mercy killing. For he was sure that if he left him at Taehyung's mercy then it wouldn't be nice at all.
He wondered if Taehyung even felt such emotion as mercy, or pity. He doubted the fact so he believed he had to do it himself. He low-key wished he could get Taehyung to kill the other one but without much pain, but it was a high aim.
“D’you change your mind every fucking two seconds or what?” Taehyung asked with a low voice, full of authority, but it also was slow in a rather condescending fashion. It made Jimin feel as if he had done something wrong, as if he was trapped with no way out. “I guess I explained enough. Or should I repeat it again?”
Jimin managed to summon the courage to look back up at Taehyung's face. He was pissed, that much was obvious but he couldn't care less about it. Even if anger was one of the very few emotions Taehyung felt on full force, which was quite dangerous to him too if he stuck around for too long, it was his mistake that the boy was stuck in that chair, an irreversible one for sure.
Jimin had at some point believed he could do it but at the moment, it wasn't the case at all. He wished he could just save him but he knew that the only thing he could do was to let him die painlessly. Taehyung could get over it. “Yeah I understand, but it's me who'll kill him now.”
“Can't you just settle on one thing for fuck’s sake?” Taehyung hissed but he stood up nevertheless, putting the chainsaw on the highest speed then handing it over to Jimin. His eyes wore that dangerous shade again.
Jimin could notice it even from a million miles away and he would know the older was up to no good at all. Just like it was at the exact moment. Except that he didn't have to notice it from afar because Taehyung's face was just a few inches away. “You'll be in so much trouble if you change your mind again.”
The comment stung but Jimin decided to just ignore it. He knew he changed his mind so much but it was not like he was playing around even if it looked like it. He was just confused. But now he was sure that he didn't want anyone dead, yet he figured it after it was too late.
“No, not the chainsaw.” Jimin turned it off before putting it back where it belonged. He made the mistake of looking at Taeyong’s face and it made him weak to his knees. He assumed it was horrifying to watch two people discussing how to kill you and Jimin suddenly could sense Taeyong's fear, venting off of him like steady waves.
He could hear his shallow breaths, his heartbeat and the way his body trembled violently. He could see the tears in his eyes and the way his screams were muffled by the gag Taehyung stuck to his mouth, the way he wriggled but couldn't escape the well knotted ropes.
Jimin could almost imagine everything else the other boy felt. The way he'd feel lightheaded, the tightness in the pit of his stomach that would make his bladder way too lose, the way he could hear ringing in his ears that blocked every other noise, the way the air got so suffocating.
Fear wasn't a right way to describe it, terror was a rather more fitting way to label it and he knew it because it was an intimate feeling. Much too intimate. He felt that he wanted to die in the boy's place, for maybe then he'd find the peace he had always craved.
He glanced back at Taehyung and it was unsettling to find his expression just like that of a mask. So expressionless, emotionless and cold, no hint of sympathy or pity or anything else. It made him also scared and something about Taehyung was so off but he managed to mutter to Taehyung. “My murder, my rules.”
“How d’you wanna kill him then?” Taehyung moved to the back of the room as if to watch but inside, he wanted to do it himself. Taehyung could no longer stand the way things had turned. Why would Jimin get so fucking adamant in the most inappropriate time ever? Why would he insist on him to teach him only to back down in the very last minute or do it however he wanted? It just didn't make sense to him at all.
Taehyung couldn't imagine what would've happened if he had decided they kill in the street instead where Jimin would suddenly refuse to do everything, and could even protect the victim who could just as well run away.
Just so much potential trouble and the mere thought made his blood boil. He was very bothered by the fact that he could've had no control whatsoever over the details of the murder. Even then, a big portion of that control was taken away by Jimin.
It wasn't what they agreed on that they were doing, and even if he loved Jimin, he still thought that he maybe had to teach him a lesson on what sticking to plans really meant. Jimin had to understand the consequences of backing down at the wrong time, of derailing off the thoroughly planned steps of action.
“Do you have a gun?” Jimin asked and Taehyung shook his head. Jimin understood that he wasn't saying that he didn't have any, for it was simply impossible. Taehyung must have had a thousand firearms, all types too, regardless of where he kept them and Jimin knew that he was rather disagreeing with the weapon he had chosen. He didn't want to give into what Taehyung wanted, which was a bloody murder most probably. Jimin could see it in his eyes, the bloodlust. “Why?”
“You still don't understand how this works, d’you? There's a risk someone hears the shot and calls the cops. As easy as this.” Taehyung said walking back again towards Jimin, putting both of his hands on Jimin's shoulder as he leaned in close to his ear in a slow fashion.
Taehyung was behind his back and Jimin couldn't even see his expression but it somehow made him feel small, made the room give off a certain eariness he didn't like. Taehyung wasn't sweet anymore, and he had to say it didn't make him happy at all. “Also, I still didn't teach you how to shoot babe. So you'd be planting bullets all over my wall. That's so many shots for my liking.”
“Then shoot him for me.”
“You sound so fucking stupid right now, Jimin, you know? I thought it was fucking obvious but if it's that complicated for your pretty little head, then let me break it down for you, it's- no shut up.” Taehyung spoke over Jimin before the latter could interrupt him.
He took one hand off Jimin's shoulders, reaching to the table instead and touching over the handle of the long boning knife. An action Jimin didn't notice for the other man was behind him.
“The fucking reason we're doing this is you. ’Cos I need you to do something heartless for once if you ever wanna kill. Saving victims should never even cross your mind, got it? At least not when I'm with you.”
“I only have to because of you bitch!” Jimin spat at him, volume so high that Taehyung almost flinched. Jimin didn't notice the way Taehyung tensed, clenched his jaw so hard before his hand rolled over the handle of the knife.
All he could think of was how he couldn't stand the way the words sounded rolling off of Taehyung's tongue, coming from his way too sweet lips. He was sure Taehyung said worse to so many people for so many reasons but never to him. He never spoke to him in that way before and he couldn't help but snap.
Yet he didn't expect what was to come later. It happened so fast that he couldn't process it. Jimin almost believed that he was dreaming when he felt a cold blade against the soft crook of his neck, pressing down on his skin, while the other hand previously pressed on his shoulder served to keep his neck in place.
Jimin's breath hitched in his throat, and he thought his heart just stopped in his chest for a few seconds before snapping back to life in full force.
The unmistakable press of a knife blade making his body react instantly, his blood turning to ice in his veins and he almost believed it was just another nightmare. Taehyung couldn't be now hovering above him with a knife against his neck, threatening to cut him open, to behead him.
“If you ask me, the bitch. I think it isn't very smart to anger me right now, is it?”
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