Warning: Don't hate Taehyung and sexual assault warning

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"No! NO! Fight back Jimin! Fuck!" Taehyung snarls, throwing full blown strikes to the smaller man in aggravation until he's a bloody giggling mess on the concrete floor. The velvet liquid drips his mouth with his white teeth now stained with the sticky substance, the stench of iron stinging Taehyung's nose in a mixture of disgust and arousal.

And Jimin's just laughing, as if the pain gives him that pleasure.

Taehyung grips his hair with eyes closed; Fighting to block Jimin's laugh from tapping into his own sanity but he needs to keep his composure now. Tomorrow is the night of the meeting and Taehyung wanted to train Jimin on some fighting stradegies to defend himself in case he didn't have a weapon on him.

And Jimin is not cooperating or listening at all.

He's taking it as if this is a joke.

As if whether he dies or lives is a joke to him.

And Taehyung can't exactly kill him for wasting his time, no matter how much he's tempted into doing just that.

So Taehyung moves around him and slides down against the wall, bringing a knee to his chest and rubs a hand down his face to keep himself from actually murdering someone right now.

He's losing himself here. This place is knocking his sanity in the worst possible ways. He has these sudden urges to kill, to torture, and destroy anything in his path. That hunger just keeps eating him alive. Everything he's been trying to avoid since he arrived to Korea is slipping past his fingertips. At this point he's afraid he's too far laced to escape his own asylum in his head.

He knows anywhere he goes, he's going to be hunted down by Orchids if he doesn't find a solution.

This plan needs to work.

Taehyung's ears perked upon hearing Jimin skip merrily towards him and plops down on the stressed taller, laying his head on his long leg and boops his nose, his mouth wiped off of the blood but the color is still printed around his mouth as evidence from Taehyung's lesson.

Jimin looks good in red.

Taehyung frowns deeply to the thought and shakes his head, avoiding Jimin's childish toothy grin.

"Turn that frown upside down!" The smaller gleams, once again poking Taehyung's nose.

Taehyung only rolls his eyes and looks away from the giggle boy, "Leave me alone Jimin."

Jimin pouts with his wild eyes, "Baby tiger upset? Oh no!" Jimin whines and slightly sits up, leaning inches away from his face, "Want me to fix that?"

Taehyung lets his eyes linger to Jimin's red lips, that's busted by the corner from Taehyung's fist, and suddenly pushes the smaller's face away with a scowl, "Jungkook will kill you."

"What? No he won't! He doesn't mind sharing with us," Jimin giggles lightly and climbs to straddle Taehyung's lap.

Taehyung breathes heavily and leans back to the wall, hooded eyes staring at Jimin's bright smile. He will admit, the smaller is sexy and by far very tempting that makes it hard for Taehyung to control himself at times, especially if he keeps offering himself to Taehyung every five seconds.

As much as he would like to fuck the smaller until he's a whining mess below him, he doesn't feel too.... Comfortable doing that while he's having his own affair with Jungkook.

Where they stand isn't exactly clear, they're far from the ideal typical relationship, well they aren't exactly a couple either, actually now thinking about it..... Taehyung doesn't even know where he stands with Jungkook.

Well, regardless of that, Taehyung is more of the type that  when he has something with someone, even if it's serious or not, it's always just one person.

It's too much work for him to have something with more than one person. He prefers giving his all to one and hope for the best.

In this case, he isn't exactly giving his all to Jungkook because he would actually end up dead.

Giving your all involves the truth and Taehyung isn't going to do that, ever.

"Well, I don't share myself," Taehyung huffs to the smaller, his hands betraying his own words when he placed them on Jimin's hips.

The other purrs seductively and scoots closer against him, making Taehyung bite back a sigh when Jimin eases closer to his dick.

"Not yet at least," Jimin snickers and his smile slightly faltering for a second, "Now, why is kitten upset?"

If he wouldn't listen while Taehyung was teaching him, why would he listen now?

However the small sincere gleam in his eyes behind the madness glint says otherwise.

Can Taehyung even trust him?

Of course not.

Taehyung stares into his eyes for a moment and looks the other way, letting himself loosen the knot to his built wall just so the other can leave him alone, "I'm losing my mind here," Taehyung admits lowly, glancing down to the blood on his knuckles, "My sanity is being chipped away day by day. This is why I wanted to stop the gang stuff, because I know....... I know how insane I can get if I continue with this path..... I'm afraid one day... I will lose myself entirely and I won't get myself back."

Jimin doesn't say anything, only caress Taehyung's chest and that somehow comforts him in a strange way.

Taehyung expected anything; A psychotic laugh, maybe a spat to how insane he already is, or perhaps him getting stabbed by the knife only a few feet away from them.

Anything.

What he didn't expect was for Jimin to slightly drop his smile and take his hand gently in his, interlacing their hands together but trying to be careful not to press on Taehyung's busted knuckles.

"Are you sure your sanity is being chipped away? Or are you finally embracing who you really are?" Jimin whisper, using his free hand to raise Taehyung's face by the cheek so he would look at him, "What if..... You're finally snapping? Aren't you tired of not showing yourself? You are capable of so many delightful things, but you always hide it because of your morals. Maybe no morals is part of you as well."

Taehyung lets the words linger his head and he slowly meets Jimin's insane eyes, gently placing a hand over his, "Out of all people, you shouldn't be talk about me embracing myself."

Jimin slightly furrows his eyebrows in confusion with makeshifts a smile, "What?"

Taehyung licks his lips and trails his hand from Jimin's cheek and to his chest, where his heart is, "You hide your feelings under that chaotic smile and glittery eyes. You sliced your emotions away to not feel anything. Fell in love with the blood and gore to remind yourself that you don't deserve to feel, to hide how weak you truly are."

And Taehyung leans, breathing tenderly against Jimin's lips, "Take off your mask and face yourself sweetie, and then maybe we will talk about me," he whispers, and bites the smooth skin on his neck and moves him off him, and rises to his feet. Jimin remains seated on the floor, fighting off something behind his eyes but his smile only widens to block it.

"I already did, and I love who I am! When will you?" He questions, surprisingly his eyes beaming in what looks like tears despite his cheerful smile.

The perfect illusion.

Taehyung slightly scowls, and yanks Jimin to his feet by his wrist and pins him against the wall by the neck. A strangled moan escapes his lips but the intensity behind his eyes is strong and firm and his smile only widens if that's even possible.

"Hiding behind a sinister smile and chaotic eyes isn't facing yourself. Shit, you fell too deep into this persona didn't you?" Taehyung growls, gripping Jimin's hair and slams his head back, another wheeze escaping his lips by now with a chaotic smile and tears escaping his eye lids, "You can fool anyone, maybe yourself, but not me. I know pain when I see it, and because of that you will never be as important to anyone as you think. Only a psychotic bitch that can be easily manipulated by anyone if they just throw candy to your face, and we both know you're far better than that."

And that's when for the first time since Taehyung has met Jimin, Jimin's lips slightly twitched to a deep frown, more tears escaping his now dim eyes, but instantly he forces a smile and blinks back his tears, "Oh, I'm kinda liking this position."

Taehyung has had enough.

He leans closer to his face, "You want me so bad don't you?" The growl escaping his lips sent a single shiver down Jimin's spin and the smaller slightly flinches to the depths of it.

His heart began to accelerate.

"Fine, you can have me," and Taehyung slams their lips together aggressively. His hand squeezes Jimin's throat as the other tries to move his lips in sync with Taehyung's but was unable to by how weak he feels from the previous beating and the lack of oxygen entering his body from Taehyung's hand.

There's something that Taehyung knows, well has observed, that Jimin doesn't expect him to know.

And he wants to break him.

To finally crack through his glass wall.

He needs to know if..... What he has caught on is why Jimin is like this.

He really hopes that isn't the case.

Taehyung's hands forcefully reaches his ass and grips it hard, attacking Jimin's neck forcefully, leaving painful marks against his sweaty skin.

As much as Jimin didn't want to let it get to his head, he had vicious flashbacks rush to his mind all at once the more Taehyung didn't let him respond back. The hard hands began to feel familiar. As much as Jimin tried to fight it, the more powerful it gets with every touch Taehyung forces on him. Jimin's body began to shake when Taehyung's hand grips his dick, instantly making him cry out.

And not from pleasure.

Taehyung didn't stop, even after noticing how the other started hyperventilating, he pressed his lips against his and ended up throwing him against the floor, instantly getting on him.

A shredded feeling of fear crept Jimin's body as Taehyung trapped him under his body, continuing to touch him.

To.... Hurt him.

"T-Taehyung, stop," Jimin quivers, voice lacing in pure fear but shrieks when Taehyung grabs the knife form his pocket and pins it against his neck, hostile eyes glaring down at him.

"Shut the fuck up or I will kill you! I thought you wanted this, huh? To be a little fucking whore with no feelings? To let people fuck you over and all you do is smile! What's the matter? Now you want to speak your mind? IF YOU DON'T FUCKING FEEL ANYTHING THEN YOU WON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT WHAT I DO TO YOU SINCE YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT YOURSELF! THE INFAMOUS PARK JIMIN DOESN'T FEEL! Right?! EMBRACE IT!" Taehyung shouts over Jimin's whimpering, grinding himself down between his legs. By now Jimin feels his throat clogged up and his chest hurts painfully. In desperate need to escape, he furiously tries to scramble away from Taehyung's lips but cries pathetically when the knife digs harder to his skin, feeling it draw blood. Taehyung continues to forcefully kiss the skin on his stomach and started going down.

By now Jimin is crying and panicking, trying hard to set himself free.

He's trapped.

He's hopeless...

He has no control...

"Taehyung stop! Stop it! I-I don't want it! Please stop!" Jimin screams in pure fear as Taehyung traces his lips around his dick from his pants.

But he didn't stop.

Jimin screams louder, now the blurring images vivid in his mind as if he's living through them once again.

And Jimin cries, letting the emotions and memories flow through his mind all at once.

"Mommy please stop it!"

And everything suddenly stops.

The harsh hands and forceful lips on his body and skin. Jimin continues to sob uncontrollably, feeling his wrist being let go and he covers his face with his hands, crying hard against his palms.

Despite the hands disappearing his body, he still feels them careesing his skin. Groping him, touching him.

It doesn't stop...

He feels it.

He feels so dirty.....

Jimin's body scrunches up into a ball, breaking through the tough wall he desperately tried to maintain stable.

The wall he never wanted to face.

His own personal demon of his past.

Suddenly he feels an actual hand on his shoulder and he lets out a horrid scream. The hand follows by a light shushing, "I'm not going to hurt you. It's okay."

The voice isn't the same venomous one he heard once upon a time. It's deeper and gentle, the gentlest he has ever heard before.

It's not my mom...

With that slight reassurance, he allows the soft hands to gently scoop him up bridal style and let him sit at the edge of the table. Taehyung was about to pull away to let him breathe but Jimin holds onto him tighter, resting his head against his broad chest, whimpering softly.

Despite what just happened, Jimin wanted Taehyung to hold him. To cover him from the darkness that's prying into his head.

To shield him.

He feels safe with Taehyung.

Taehyung closes his eyes softly and holds Jimin tighter against him. A sense of guilt began to spread his chest to what he did to the fragile man, realization to what must've happened to him circulates his mind and he's so disappointed that his observations actually came out right all along.

Jimin was abused by his mother.

Taehyung broke through him.

He shattered the heavy wall Jimin built inside his chest, and he broke the psychotic man to feel again.

"I'm sorry Jimin," Taehyung murmurs, gently caressing his hair, "I'm so sorry."

Jimin only sniffles, clutching onto him with his small hands, "You hurt me," He whimpers lowly, fluttering his eyes to the delicate touch of Taehyung's hands rubbing his spine in comfort, "You.... You made me feel... I didn't want to remember, I worked so hard to forget about it....... I don't know whether to thank you or kill you."

Taehyung closes his eyes and pulls away gently, softly holding Jimin's face and cranes it up to face his teary eyes, "Face yourself Jimin," Taehyung whispers, wiping his tears away, "You don't have to hide.... Face your demon, don't be afraid to face it."

For a moment the smaller stares at him, his hand softly caressing Taehyung's cheek, "I-I... I was never like this Taehyung, I swear I wasn't," Jimin whimpers, desperate eyes staring at him, "It's been such a long since I've felt anything.... I tried not to until eventually I became numb to everything."

Taehyung gently takes in Jimin's lost eyes, tears still pooling his chocolate orbs, letting him continue, "You're right. I hide behind the blood and guts to not feel anything, to have it be a constant reminder to how much of a monster I am," He whispers, his voice faltering when Taehyung caresses his brunette hair softly, "I fell in love with the demon who takes joy in causing pain to others, and I was so good at getting lost with the arousal of death."

Suddenly Jimin tugs Taehyung closer, his pleading eyes staring into him, "Am I insane? Have I gone too far Taehyungie?"

Taehyung doesn't know what to say to this, only nuzzles their foreheads together, "That's for you to know Jimin. I just.... If you're going to be this way, going off with your psychotic self, sometimes you need a moment to remember why you're like this in the first place."

Jimin tenderly bites his bottom lip and slowly nods, "Promise me you will be there with me? If I fall too much into my head again, if I can't control myself, will you be there to bring me back to sanity?"

Taehyung takes in his glowing eyes and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead, "We will face ourselves together Jiminie," He whispers, bringing the small man to his arms and rests his chin on the crown of his head, "We will find out who we truly are and I won't leave you behind. I will carry you on my back if I have to."

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A/N:

Wow...... How are you guys doing? I wanted to write a little something about Jimin's psychotic character. Don't worry, more will come about the rest of the members! Vmin's relationship in this book is really..... Interesting, since they really connect on a different level.

Let's see what happens!

I'm so sorry if I haven't updated in such a long time! I know I promised visuals in this chapter but I will in the next, I just had to write this chapter first beforehand.

Thank you so much for being so patient and giving me so much support!

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