What about Yoongi? Should we kill him Taehyung?
"No." Taehyung grumbled, shoving a spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth. The burst of cinnamon spice danced across his tongue and he forced himself to focus on the delicious flavor of the oats instead of the killer murmuring in his head. "There is no we in this V, we are not the same."
Oh but we are.
"No were not!" Taehyung snarled, shoving his bowl away in a spurt of anger. It slid off the edge of the counter and Taehyung cursed, listening to it shatter as it collided with the floor.
"I got it." Seraphine said, already reaching for the broom.
"Sorry..." Taehyung said. "I'm so fucking reckless."
You're terrible at controlling your temper.
"The shut fuck up cunt." Taehyung said, rolling his eyes. "You forget that I can just kill you."
Seraphine, from where she was crouched on the floor, in the midst of sweeping shards of glass, froze, slowly standing up. Taehyung looked into her eyes and she shook her head, but he ignored her.
"I could just end you right now." Taehyung said, staring into her eyes. "Then what?"
You don't have the balls to do that. You're all bark and no bite Kim Taehyung.
"Oh really?" Taehyung challenged, the legs of the stool screeching against the floor as he scooted back, slowly making his way to the kitchen.
"Taehyung-" Seraphine gasped as he snatched up a shard of broken bowl, holding it in his hand.
"I could plunge this right into my neck and you wouldn't be able to do a thing." Taehyung said, pursing his lips as he brought the sharp object to his neck. Seraphine darted out to grab ahold of Taehyung's wrist but the particles of glass tearing into her bare foot stopped her immediately. Taehyung drowned out the sound of her painful cry and hummed when the blade touched the skin of his neck. He pushed the shard into his skin and he felt it pierce through his flesh, pain erupting from where it was lightly pressed to him. He wore a cocky smile on his face, his other hand clenched in a fist as he fought to tolerate the pain of the cut.
Keep going and I'll make sure she's dead.
Taehyung dropped the shard and it tumbled over his shoulder, landing behind him. Seraphine was sitting on the ground, her back to the cabinets as she watched Taehyung in terror and worry, her foot red and torn up from stepping in the pile of glass spread out before her.
I can knock you out right now and when you wake up it'll be in a pool of her blood. I'll even claw her eyes out and fill their empty sockets with all that glass, maybe fill every hole she's got until her insides are reflecting all the colors of the rainbow-
"Okay!" Taehyung screamed. He heard a chuckle within his head and he groaned, teeth clenched together as he squeezed his eyes shut and he shook, his body trembled, and he was sure to combust in agony any second now-
"Shut him out Taehyung." Seraphine said. "I know you can do it. Shut him out."
"I-I can't-" Taehyung cried, heaving as he gasped for air, clutching his head in his hands.
"Yes you can. Open your eyes and look at me." Seraphine said. Taehyung blinked his eyes open, looking through the tears of hurt at her beautiful face, her featured pulled in concern. She coaxed him forward and he shuffled through the glass and it clinked and crunched under his shoes- because for some reason he was wearing some- and oatmeal clung to the soles but he didn't care, he just dropped to his knees in front of her and she cupped his face, looking into his eyes and only his eyes until the black fog had cleared. "See-"
"I'm sorry." Taehyung sniffled, leaning forward against her chest. Seraphine wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tightly, whispering into his ear.
"I love you, so it's okay."
"I-It's my fault that you're hurt." Taehyung said, sniffing up snot and grimacing when it slipped down his throat in a clump of ew.
"They're just a few scratches. I'm fine."
"Let me get the med kit." Taehyung said. Seraphine released him from her hold and he wandered off into the bathroom and she finished sweeping, ignoring the twinges of pain in her foot. Luckily she had only taken one step forward so it was only one foot that was slightly injured. She'd be able to walk around perfectly fine on her own.
⇌
Something Taehyung always found to be calming was cooking. Hearing the sizzle of grease popping in a hot pan while the delicious aroma of a tasty meal wafted through the air was relaxing, and the satisfying slice of a sharp knife cutting straight through a crunchy vegetable was just as soothing as sprinkling the fine dust of salt over a completed dish. He was able to shut most things out when he cooked, including his own thoughts. The only things running through his head was the recipe he was recreating and the soft tune of a classical song.
Seraphine sat at the counter, watching Taehyung shimmy around the kitchen as he cooked with a smile on her face, patiently waiting for her early dinner. It smelt amazing and her mouth watered and the peaceful atmosphere made her completely forget about the event that occurred hours ago.
Seeing Taehyung in a natural element such as this made her heart squeeze happily. He looked normal and she wanted that for him more than anything. She wanted him to be able to cook a meal and eat it with a family or a groups of friends as if it were a tradition. She wanted him to live a normal life, by himself, with no crazy psychotic killers lurking within his mind.
Taehyung plated what he cooked up and slid a plate over to Seraphine who instantly picked up her fork and dug in, making sure to blow on the steaming meat. Taehyung stood across the counter, his ankles crossed casually with the tips of his toes on one foot resting against the floor as he leaned over the edge, elbow on the countertop.
"No elbows on the table." Seraphine smirked.
"Thank god this isn't a table then, huh?"
"Asshole." Seraphine laughed. They ate in silence, filling their tummies with yummy food, and when they finished, Taehyung collected their plates and placed them in the sink to wash later. "Your shift starts soon, doesn't it?"
"Yep." Taehyung said, seemingly exhausted already.
"You gonna be alright?"
"Hopefully." Taehyung said, giving an attempt to smile though it came out a bit wobbly. "He usually doesn't bother me at work much."
"Maybe that's his time to devise all his big plans." Seraphine said. Taehyung shrugged and rounded the counter, reaching for her chin to pull her into a kiss. She smiled against his lips, and when she pulled back she smiled too. "See you later?"
Taehyung nodded slowly and blinked, then blinked again, his long lashes fluttering unevenly, and he cleared his throat, looking a little confused himself. Seraphine frowned, also puzzled, watching his face pale slightly.
"Taehyung?" She said, worriedly reaching out to steady him. Taehyung's eyes rolled backwards into his skull and then he became a dead weight and Seraphine wasn't strong enough to hold him up, especially with the lousy grip she had on his arm coupled with her panicked surprise, so he collapsed, landing with a thud.
Seraphine felt her heart stop and she dropped next to him, shaking his shoulders.
"T-Taehyung?" She called out, voice wavering.
This wasn't an episode, and she knew it wasn't because he didn't show the signs of it. There was no way.
This was something different.
"TAEHYUNG?!"