Are you hallucinating? No, Jimin wouldn't be able to see him then and although you hate to admit it to yourself, what's happening is real. Fucking Kim Taehyung is standing at the door.

Your grip in Jimin's hair tightens when your eyes wander towards Taehyung, his hostile glare travelling with unnerving thoroughness over the sight in front of him.

You've never seen him this furious before and the dim moonlight coming from the window isn't helping him look any less demonic, casting dark shadows over his sharp features.

His soft locks are tousled, one of his fine eyebrows slanted in heavy disapproval as his lungs take in short breaths and make his chest rise and fall rapidly. He looks completely dishevelled.

The other times he's made you tremble and even scream out of terror are nothing compared to the frightening feeling the madness showing in his almond orbs is stirring up in you.

He's just standing there for what feels like ages, not moving a single muscle on his lean body as his eyes stay fixated on Jimin and you. Jimin is the first one to stir up the heavy atmosphere.

A cold wave washes over you as the hairs rise on the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "Jimin!" You grit through your teeth as you snap your gaze to him, inhaling sharply at his sudden movement.

Calm down, everything is going to be alright.

You grab the collar of his shirt as you desperately try to keep him close to you. "Don't move, please!" Still not being able to open your mouth fully, your grip on Jimin's shirt tightens when he places his hand on your wrist.

Let go, let me handle this. Please, believe in me.

Jimin manages to take your hand off of him and stand up but remains close to you. He gives you a reassuring smile over his shoulder, his warm eyes once again disappearing behind his eyelids.

He can try and act tough all he wants, but you can see the twitching in the corners of his lips as he tries to keep them spread out in a genuine smile. His soft eyes are wavering, not being able to keep their gaze on you.

You can't disregard the fact that he's just as terrified of Taehyung as you are.

Jimin sucks in a breath before he's able to face him, placing his hand on the nape of his neck and shrugging innocently. He clears his throat lightly, you noticing him trying to relax his back.

"Hey, you're Taehyung, right? Um, you see, you're-" His voice gets caught in his throat when Taehyung appears in front of him in a blink of an eye.

"You, under any circumstances, have absolutely no right to touch what's mine. Also, who made you think you can say my name out loud?" Taehyung snarls, his eyes narrowing to slits as he observes every feature of Jimin's face.

He grabs Jimin by the collar of the shirt and pulls him closer, now only bare inches keeping them apart. His breathing calms down as he slashes Jimin with his disturbing eyes hiding below his finely shaped brows.

Jimin shudders underneath Taehyung's towering figure, but he quickly regains his composure and his body stops trembling as he becomes determined not to back away from the man in front of him.

"Taehyung, don't, leave him alone!" You cry out as you try to stand up and interfere, immediately freezing in the spot and realising you're no longer in control of your own body.

This is impossible, how aren't you able to move? Get off the bed, get the two of them away from each other! Why can't you move? What the hell is happening to you?!

Ugh, finally, the imprint is working. It took exactly three months. Sweetie, Jimin's destiny is in my hands now and you have no fucking say in it. You've done enough. Now sit and enjoy the show.

Taehyung's voice echoes in your mind, causing you to feel as if your head will burst while your frame unwillingly moves into a sitting position. Still not fully able to control your movements, you only manage to scrunch up the sheets below you.

A breath gets caught in your throat when you realise that you just heard Taehyung in your mind. How is that possible? Since you've known him, his thoughts were hidden from you and now all of a sudden he can communicate with you?

You lift your head, your eyes meeting Taehyung's commanding ones as you try to make him stop by screaming the words in your head. He either doesn't hear them or decides to ignore them and you'll never know which one of the two is the truth.

He's in absolute control over Jimin and you, making you feel useless as you see Taehyung's grip tightening on Jimin's shirt.

A menacing smirk spreads across Taehyung's lips. "Now, where was I?" His gaze retraces its path to Jimin, a light hum escaping his throat as he tilts his head to the side. "Oh yeah, reminding you of your place."

Jimin once again tenses up underneath Taehyung, not being able to think straight, his thoughts completely jumbled in his head as he's trying to figure out Taehyung's next move.

A single tear cascades down your cheek, soon followed by another one. Why is this happening? What have you done to deserve this, why do people you're surrounded by always need to suffer?

Why are you only a helpless bystander? You want to help Jimin so badly, but you can't. You're just another one of Taehyung's puppets, the exact thing you told yourself not to become.

It's all done in a matter of seconds. Jimin isn't even able to let a single sound escape his throat when Taehyung's dark aura emerges from him, lunging towards Jimin at inhuman speed and piercing through his chest.

Blood splatters in every direction, some of the warm liquid staining your face and making you flinch violently. Jimin automatically tries to lift his trembling fingers towards his torso to no avail, a quiet gagging sound leaving his dried lips.

Letting his hands be pulled down by gravity after the failed attempt to take Taehyung's aura out of his chest, his knees give out from underneath him as his lifeless body hits the floor with a loud thud.

The crimson blood starts pooling around him as you continue to stare at him, watching as his frame twitches until it inevitably stops moving completely.

He's dead.

You hear a high pitched scream tearing your eardrums apart, not realising it's your own until much later. Squeezing your eyes shut, you feel that Taehyung has given you back the control over your own body.

You start rocking back and forth as you grab your hair and start pulling on it as hard as you can, biting on your lower lip so hard that you feel the taste of your blood on your tongue.

Jimin is dead. He's dead. Taehyung ripped him apart. No. He isn't dead, he can't be. But you know what you've seen, he... No! Taehyung is a monster, how could he do that?

A sudden flash of bright light blinds you even though your eyes are squeezed shut. You can't stifle the quiet sob that leaves your lips when a sharp pain passes through your head like a thunderbolt.

Not having to open your eyes, you already know that you're not in Jimin's room anymore. The air smells fresh, a faint hint of a familiar scent of men's cologne tingling your nose.

Cautiously peeling your eyes open, you find yourself sitting on a soft bed in a dimly lit room. At this point, you can't even bother questioning how you got here.

In the corner of your eye, you notice a slight movement, your head immediately snapping towards the monster standing to your right.

You cry out when the horrific scene flashes in front of your eyes once again, you knowing that the vivid image will haunt you forever. "You killed Jimin! You ripped his chest apart, you-"

Your voice betrays you as a loud howl takes its place, your trembling body inching further away from Taehyung. He sighs as he runs his hand through his hair, his gaze lingering on the floor in front of your feet.

"I had to do it, it was the right thing to do. Please listen to me, I'll tell you everything, I promise. But you need to calm down first." His velvety voice sounds deeply hurt, his broad shoulders slumping in defeat.

Shaking your head, you continue to stare at his bloody attire. "What are you, you fucking murderer? How dare you act all hurt and vulnerable?" You spit out, venom pouring out of your sharp gaze.

Your frame continues to violently shudder, but your voice remains firm this time, causing him to flinch at your harsh words. "Stop it, please. It had to be done and even I can't turn back the time."

He takes a step towards you, causing you to widen your already terrified gaze. "Don't move an inch!" You shout at him, but this time you don't come off as strong as you did earlier.

A wave of secureness washes over you as his soft eyes caress your figure, his tongue protruding out of his mouth as he lets it wet his lower lip. He's affecting you once again and you really can't find the energy to fight back.

Taking one step closer, he raises his eyebrows as he's watching you intently, testing to see where your limit is. Remaining still, your eyes follow his calming movements as he approaches you.

You want to know, he's finally allowing you to find out everything about him and you're not going to miss it now. You hate yourself for letting him in, but that's the price you have to pay to finally be at ease.

It's as if he feels that your wall is slowly starting to crumble, enabling him to get down on his knees and rest his hands on his thighs, bowing his head to you in complete obedience.

His behaviour causes your brows to tie in a knot as you observe him kneeling in front of you, completely exposing his vulnerable side to you. You can feel your heart clench at the sight, your lips thinning into a single line.

A soft sigh escapes his chest. "I'm a grim reaper, Ari. An immortal being that's corrupted to such lengths no one can even imagine. I'm able to control people how I wish and I'm devouring their souls in order to keep the balance of life."

He quiets down, letting you take it all in as he avoids looking at you. Ruffling his unruly locks, he clicks with his tongue and tilts his head to the side, closing his eyes for a brief moment.

"Then there's that whole thing about you vanishing into thin air and having that terrifying... thing around you. Why can't I read your mind though?" Your voice is barely above a whisper as you mumble out the question, making him meet your curious gaze.

Your mind is racing as you try to comprehend everything. This means you weren't hallucinating at all, your gut feeling was right. Sighing deeply, you shake your head in defeat.

You should've trusted yourself, now it's too late.

A soft smile adorns his lips as he observes your frustrated expression, causing a light chuckle to fill out the silent room. Oddly enough, even though it's deadly silent, the space the two of you are in doesn't make you uncomfortable.

"No human has any power that can affect me. God fucking dammit, nothing is going according to plan," He growls the last sentence more to himself, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

Still, a lot of questions are swirling in your mind, almost making you light-headed. "Am I destined to die, is that why you're trying to kill me? What about Dr Ko? Why would you kill Jimin? Jesus, I feel like I'm going to pass out."

Your breathing becomes shallow and your vision gets blurry. Just when you finally feel yourself floating off, Taehyung's hand squeezing your knee snaps you out of your daze.

"Breathe. Dr Ko is imprinted, just like you are. And no, you're not destined to die, you're just annoying the shit out of me so I want you gone. As for Jimin, well, as I said, he touched what's mine and no one is allowed to do that."

You chuckle at his remark, rolling your eyes in disbelief. There we go, that's the ambiguous Taehyung you're familiar with, he's making his appearance known. "You didn't have to kill him."

A low growl reverberates through the room and Taehyung's hand grips your knee tightly as his magnetic eyes scan your expression. "You didn't love him, there was no reason for me not to kill him."

"What are you-" You wince from the pain as you feel his nails digging in your soft flesh. He lifts himself, placing both of his elbows on your thighs as he inches closer to you, causing goosebumps to form on your skin.

"You only said yes to him because you couldn't be with me and you fucking know it. Now, it's not my problem that you don't want to admit that to yourself, but deep down you're aware that I'm right."

He chuckles as his long index finger grazes over your chest, stopping exactly where your heart is threatening to burst out of your ribcage.

Your lips part as you observe the way he lifts his fine brow when he feels your heartbeat at the tip of his finger, his almond-shaped orbs widening in surprise. A gleam of mischief shows in his eyes for a brief moment, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You're right, I didn't love him in that way. I'd found my consolation through him and used his kindness to try and wash away these feelings that I have for you. Especially after that night when you let me break to pieces."

Those words escape your mouth before you can hold them back, causing you to smack your hand across your mouth as you shake your head vigorously. "No, that's not right, I-"

Taehyung's voice booms through the room as he cuts you off, making you jump up from fear. "That's exactly what you feel! I know if someone gives you a chance to snap Dr Ko's neck, you'll do it without a single thought!"

Well, it's not like he's lying or something like that, but still! How could he just stare at you while practically devouring her in front of dozens of people?

He sighs when he sees you trembling, calming himself down before he continues. "Imprint is a mark I leave on humans that makes them attach to me emotionally." He tilts his head to the side, a couple of hairs falling over his expectant eyes.

What? Does he control your emotions even now? That son of a bitch! Now you don't feel guilty at all, it's all his fault for making you feel this way!

Just when you're about to open your mouth to protest, a wide grin appears on his face as he places his finger over your mouth. "The thing is, it doesn't work if the recipient doesn't feel genuine emotions towards me."

You groan in defeat and close your eyes, tilting your head back and opening them up again to be able to stare at the blank ceiling. Your eyes are accustomed to the dim light of his room, allowing you to see the intricate decoration.

Ceiling mirrors? Unique.

Rubbing your temples, you manage to lower your head and face him once again. You see him take his full lower lip between his teeth as he carefully observes your movements. "Do you remember when I said that I don't believe in destiny, Taehyung?"

He unglues his puzzled eyes from your own as he remembers the day when he'd trapped you in that tiny storage room. "I do," He murmurs, taking a sneaky glance your way.

A teasing smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "Do you want to know what I do believe in?" You take his silence as a positive answer as his curious eyes remain focused on something else in the room.

"Karma."

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Don't kill me, I feel so freaking insecure about this chapter. I know I'd said that you needed to prepare for the mature scenes, but I didn't want to rush it and write it now and not feel happy about it later. So, please don't be shy to vote and comment, I appreciate your opinions!

Lots of love, Dorami

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