"Who. The. Bloody. Fuck. Are. You?"

"I... I..."

Before Taehyung could form a proper word, his head collided with the wall again with a sharp pang. An iron hand gripped his throat and Taehyung felt his breath being squeezed out of his lungs with painful intensity. He weakly fumbled with the fist but the grip only got stronger.

"What the fuck are you doing... doing in my house?" Taehyung's ears buzzed with the sharp pain and the man's slurring abuses were fading away. Taehyung gasped. His heart plummeted forcefully against his chest.

"Please... T-Taehyung..." he coughed, straining to breathe.

The grip on his throat loosened but, as soon Taehyung took in one long breath, his head was smashed against the wall for the third time. He felt a warm, thick liquid in his hair now. His eyes felt heavy and he fell to the floor with a strangled gasp. Blackness began to overcame him.

He heard glass being smashed and the next thing he knew was his chin was being hoisted up with the jagged half of a broken bottle. He opened his eyes, panting heavily, and found himself staring at the bloodshot eyes of the maniac in front.

"My house... fucking asshole... who the fuck... fuck you..." the man's heavy snarls were lost on Taehyung. He felt the spray of bloody saliva on his face. He felt the trickle of blood on his forehead. He felt the stinging pain of flesh tearing under his chin... and then the warm stream of blood snaking down his collarbone.

Taehyung...

A dull voice resounded in his head, distant and low. Taehyung's head spun. He felt the glass piercing his chin, the stinging pain burning like fire.

Taehyung...

He thought briefly about his parents. Images of his life, some treasured memories flicked past in the darkness of his head. Best friend... Jimin...

He could feel his breath getting heavier and slower at the same time. A hand was gripping his head tightly, making his scalp hurt harshly. The bottle was still pinning his chin upwards. Taehyung could feel the thin streams of blood going from his neck to his chest. From the side of his head, drops of blood trickled over his eyebrow and into his closing eye.

Taehyung... Taehyung...

The man was striking him against the wall repeatedly, X-rated curses fading in and out of Taehyung's ears. He felt weak - like he couldn't grasp onto life much longer. He could feel blackness enveloping the abysmal scene he was trapped in, red circles of dizziness swirling in his vision.

His breaths were fading. His heartbeat was fading.

Taehyung...

His eyes shut.