Every Breath You Take - Chase Holfelder (This is definitely the main song of this story)

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Jimin doesn't know how long he stayed with an ice cube plucked in his mouth, easing the poor cut on his tongue for. Maybe an hour, 30 minutes, maybe even less and he's just exaggerating.

Thankfully for him, Taehyung only managed to make a small cut on his wet muscle, but nothing too deep for stitching. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a bitch

When Jimin woke up, it was already morning. Surprisingly he woke up with his mouth completely clean of his own blood, but that doesn't meant the memory is gone from existence of what happened

He thought about calling the cops, many times, but began to grow more afraid that either Taehyung will hurt him worse or the cops won't provide any protection.

Well he has to have some faith right?

Yet when has anything ever gone right for Jimin in his life?

A sudden knock on his door sent him groaning in annoyance, hoping it's not Hoseok as he drags his legs to the door and opens it.

No one.

Jimin raised a slow eyebrow, looking down the hallways to see no one from his floor before shrugging was about to close the door but instantly freezes.

Right there on his doormat are two dead squirrels, bloody, and forming a heart together with their bodies connected together.

Jimin has to slap his hand over his mouth to suppress that vile need to throw up, staring at the poor animals with his heart weighing his chest so heavily.

Fuck that.

Instantly he rushes inside, going to the kitchen to retrieve his phone. His shakily fingers moves over the screen to call the damn police and brings the phone to his ear.

"Hello this is the Emergancy hot line, state your Emergancy?"

"Yes I-"

Jimin nearly chokes when he felt a warm breath suddenly caressing his skin from behind, followed by two arms wrapping around his waist securely.

Caging him completely.

"Calling for help?" Taehyung's familiar voice purrs against Jimin's ear, making the other man whimper and cringe away from his lips caressing the side of his cheek, "Tell me you made a mistake, unless you want me to demonstrate how I skin people alive using you as demonstration without letting you die?"

Suddenly Taehyung's arms squeezed tightly around his waist, knocking the breath out of him. Jimin heard the operator calling out to him, but his hand is shaking so bad and the oxygen is becoming near to nothing as Taehyung only squeezes him tighter and tighter.

"Y-Yes, I made a mistake, sorry," And Jimin hangs up immediately before they could ask any more questions. Taehyung's arms still didn't move to release him, only extends out a hand.

"Put your phone on my hand."

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut with his lips wobbling in fear, "P-Please just kill me already," he wheezes, letting his body shake, "Plea-"

"NOW JIMIN!"

With a hesitant grasp Jimin puts phone on Taehyung's palm, pleading under his breath for death that most likely won't come. He's suddenly let go and thrown to the ground, nearly colliding his head with tile floor. The air shoots back to his lungs and he scrambles back and away from the man looming over him, who wears a murderous glare in his eyes with a tight grip on his phone.

"I was being a helpless romantic by making you something that you might've appreciated," Taehyung sighs monotone, which sounded so much more worse than an angrily growl, walking around the island roam through the drawers until he pulls out a knife. He suddenly break a disbelief smile and looks at Jimin's shaking body, "And you stab me in the back..... That hurts tiny."

And Jimin's phone is suddenly being stabbed angrily and repetitively by the knife on the counter, crumbling it to complete pieces.

No source of communication besides his laptop now.

"You think I can't easily tell them about your Suicide attempts?" Taehyung mocks, turning around and approaching Jimin with the knife hard in his grasp, "And then you'll be locked up in a mental institution for being a psycho, like I was once upon a time."

Taehyung suddenly Taehyung grabs Jimin's hand and pins it to the ground with his palm faced up, "Remember this whenever you touch anything with your backstabbing hands," And he stabbed the tip of the knife through Jimin's skin.

A horrific scream blurts out Jimin's lips, fighting to get Taehyung off of his back but Taehyung was like a brick, dragging the knife on his hand with his focused yet delirious eyes. No matter how loud Jimin screamed for help or how desperate he begged Taehyung to let him go, there was no angel of miricale.

Only the blood on his hand as Taehyung carved on his palm.

"You are mine," Taehyung growls drily, gripping the handle tighter as Jimin's other hand slammed against his shoulder, "I will always be watching you, and if I let alone see you breath near a fucking cop, I will kill them in front of you. GOT IT?!"

Jimin sobs heavily now, his other hand now pounding his weak fists against him, "LEAVE ME ALONE! FUCK! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Once again is he feeling his breath clutch tight to his neck, a familiar tightness of anxiety crawling his neck to the point he begging for air to the invisible hands on his neck.

The raven haired male only yanks the knife away and looks down at Jimin, leaning down his face with his maniac smile, "Because you are so perfect..... So perfect, tiny. I don't like sharing."

Jimin could barely even escape a whimper to the shrivels panic running down his body, especially when Taehyung leans and aggressively presses their lips together. The smaller raised both of his hand to pound against Taehyung's body, but his right hand hurts from the injury he did to him and he muffles a sob.

"So addicting," Taehyung purrs and moves his lips to his neck, all the while Jimin continued to wheeze and sob for him to stop, "Mine, just mine."

Why did Jimin's life turn out like this?

Is this some sort of sick guardian angel? If it is then Jimin is more than willing to killing himself right now no matter how hard he had to struggle for it.

Suddenly Taehyung's teeth began to nibble just below Jimin's ear, cause an instant reaction that sent Jimin into absolute hysteria in disgust.

He moaned.

It was small, muffled, but it was there.

And Taehyung definitely heard it because he only began to suck on that spot alone. Jimin's hands against his chest weakened, the surrendering tears gliding down his cheeks as he continues to sob to how Taehyung slides his tongue against his skin, shooting bolts of electric shots to spread his body like a disease.

A sickening disease.

"Heavenly, you taste so heavenly," Taehyung purrs and trails his lips back up and neck, "If only you let yourself be a little more responsive because you're so very sensitive."

Jimin bites down his quivering bottom lip, masking a glare up at the man who only giggles sadistically in return and presses a kiss on his forehead, moving to his feet, "I hope you come to terms of my presence, I hope we can get along just fine soon enough," He drawls with his voice dropping deeper, letting it reach every cell of Jimin's shaken body as he starts to walks out of the apartment, "See you soon, Tiny."

The door slams shut, and Jimin finally screams.

With the K.T.H initial engraved on the palm of his hand.

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A/N:
These two are one toxic pair I think I have ever written about..... Yup..... Definitely and this is only the beginning aha aha ha how exciting :')

Ahhhh I hope you all enjoyed this update!!!

I PURPLE YOU!! <33