Blood.

That's all Taehyung could see in front of him.

The warmness of the crimson liquid was tugging at his legs, as if holding him back from running away. To Escape.

The blood was decorating the room, dancing and prancing around the walls in a red painted shadow.

The stank smell was unbearable, as the blonde grabbed the now dead man's handkerchief and put it up to his nose.

"Clean this up, Sarge. A-11 42." A tall, lanky lilac haired man spoke into his stolen walkie talkie, glancing down at the mess they made. He was dressed in a police officer suit, which he also stole from the man they just killed.

However, Taehyung's ears didn't hear. No, how could they when they were filled with screams and shrieks, his victims voices swimming around his head like his blood on his shoes.

Thud.

The standing male kicked the body of the policeman, its rotting flesh unfurling on the wooden floors of the warehouse. His hands were drenched in murderous paint, neck and face sprinkled with gore.

But his eyes had a terror in them that Taehyung couldn't begin to fathom. They were a wide, horrifying glazed brown. His sungrilled skin glistened from the tangerine rays seeping through the cracks in the walls, with the musk of dirt in the air masking his face.

Shudder.

"Come on, lets go before they come." Deep, and soulful, like the smell of fresh coffee grounds. That's what Taehyung would describe his (boy)friend's voice as, a contrast to his terrifying demeanor.

The blonde nodded obediently, not wanting to make Namjoon angry. He was obviously in a hurry to leave, since that was always his plan.

And Taehyung always followed.

That was his style of fun—tormenting the police officers by calling their stations after they had just caused a homicide, and swiftly leave before they arrive.

The younger never understood why it was enjoyable, but Namjoon got some sort of high from living on the edge. The powder hobo's would snort was the ichor of blood for him.

But he did whatever Namjoon did. Taehyung admired (was too afraid of) him too much to care.

It was a Tuesday, a crisp autumn morning in November when they first met. Taehyung remembered it so vividly. The trees were painted with a palette of mellow, the reds and corals swirling into the dark shade of maroon bark. The leaves soared into the sky, and fell into the abyss of cement down below.

A breeze whispered past Taehyung, the calming aroma of fall sauntering through the air. Dogs were barking at each other, as the owners gossiped and chatted away as if time was nothing. It was peaceful.

A typical day for anyone taking a stroll outside, but Taehyung felt like today was extra special.

If only he knew what was in store for him.

As he was ordering breakfast from a nearby coffee shop, he bumped into a tall—may he add—very handsome man with silky platinum hair. He was sporting a deep green barista apron, the words, Kim's Kafe, seamed on at the top right corner.

The good looking barista swiftly grabbed a towel, dabbing the younger's clothes in an attempt to dry away the spilled coffee. It was almost romantic.

Cliché, yes he knew. But this was the first time Taehyung has ever fallen in love with someone at first sight.

Namjoon was the one, at least that's what he thought at the time.

Especially when they were nothing but skin against skin, panting breaths and tongues colliding in war. When his silver hair was down and greased with sweat, oh yes, Taehyung definitely knew he was the one.

So when he found himself in that spacious warehouse, with bodies laid around their feet and a psychotic Namjoon looming over him, he felt like a puppet. Taehyung was strung around his fingers, being controlled against his will. That maniac was not the same man he knew to love in the beginning.

A tapestry of disaster was the man that stood before him. And Taehyung was the painter.

"Are you deaf? Move your ass." Namjoon clicked his tongue, pale lips that held loving words of warmth now spat at him. "I don't have all day."

The blonde scrambled up, dusting off his muddy clothes and fixing his jacket. The jacket Namjoon had bought (stolen) for him a couple months before.

Taehyung would always wear it to missions, as a way of reassurance and comfort. His boyfriend may have morphed into a manipulative psychopath but the younger was still attached. In some sick, deformed way.

"Are we just gonna leave 'em here?" Taehyung cleared his throat, but couldn't even recognize his own voice. Instead of his usual silk sound, it was raspy, like nails on a chalkboard.

"No, we're gonna take them home with us and tuck them into bed." Namjoon sneered, sarcasm dripping from every word. The blonde flinched, slouching his shoulders and went back to being silent. He obviously wasn't in a good mood, Taehyung didn't wanna make it worse. "Maybe read them a night time story while we're at it, huh?"

"Well, we can't just leave them here as proof." He mumbled back, a decision he'd regret immensely.

Namjoon dragged his feet, every step more agonizing than the last. Closer, and closer, towards the shorter male beneath him.

His head was spinning, vision deteriorating as everything was happening way too fast.

Namjoon's palms grabbed Taehyung's throat, tightening around the flesh. He tried gasping for air, desperate heaves leaving his lips. He clawed at his fingers, but it was useless. Namjoon was stronger than he would ever be.

"You're pathetic." His eyes watered up, coughing and spewing 'till his face grew a dark red. He believed he would die that night, along with the gangsters underneath his feet.

Taehyung felt numb throughout his entire body, but he was positive he felt body hit to the ground, as if someone dropped him. His lungs that were crying for help now inhaled ragged gasps, almost like he was drowning.

Why Namjoon let him go, he had no idea.

Until he picked up the faint sound of yelling and loud, very loud footsteps approaching them. It took him a few seconds to realize and remember the phone call Namjoon had taken place earlier. Bright luminescent lights illuminated the dark corridor and the sound of gunshots pierced his ears. Blaring alarms in the distance and the roaring barking & growls of dogs were enough to drive him insane.

The cops had arrived. And smack dab in the front, someone Taehyung had never wanted to see again.

Shit. This wasn't supposed to happen.

He was going to die today. Taehyung knew then and there, he was going to die today.

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omigosh guys that was a lot 😳 in one chapter but i hope it's good 🥺 also the comeback is tomorrow and i'm freaKING OUT AHH

what do you think of vmon's relationship so far 🥴 and who is the guy that taehyung never wants to see again 🤔

ok bye guys ily mwah