⚠️Triggering/Taboo/ Scenes

June 22, 2019
Saturday
8:00 am

Everything happened fast.

Before shock could register on both (Y/N) and Taehyung's expressions, the door swung open in a loud jolt, the wooden material colliding against the cold and hard wall. Jimin had already advanced forward quickly— pouncing his right tightened fists against Taehyung's jaw, sending the electric haired male off the bed.

Jimin momentarily glanced at (Y/N)'s face that was washed blank with utter confusion, like her brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take the information in from her wide, doe eyes, as he shook his fists. After (Y/N) snapped out of her stupor, her hands frantically searched for her missing clothes and put them on as Jimin trained his snake-like gaze back to the groaning male below him, ready to pounce his aching fists once more, but a stern, clear voice stopped his upcoming action.

"Stop!" (Y/N) yelled.

"I haven't even done half of the damage and you want me to stop?" Jimin chuckled, his laughs dripping with sarcasm. He titled his head, one hand wrapping around Taehyung's neck and sneered.

"He fucked you. He touched you. The woman that belongs to me and only me." He applied more pressure around Taehyung's throat, causing the male under the restraint to tap the ground in desperation, hoping that Jimin would take the sign of defeat for his lungs craved oxygen. "Getting suffocated to death isn't as bad compared to how I killed other people. I'm actually quite considerate at this moment because I regarded him as a close friend!!"

"Let go." Hoseok demanded, his monotonous voice spoke of warning and menace. "I'm not going to repeat myself again. Park. Ji. Min."

Jimin immediately released Taehyung from his hold, knowing to never argue with his elder. Hoseok isn't one to quarrel regardless the issue of the situation. Best known for his adequate composure, Hoseok is easily put in second place beside Namjoon; carefully spoken, his words had an air of finality to them. So if Jung Hoseok is disrespected or if someone doesn't comply with what he wants, a hurricane will surely be at your doorstep.

Hoseok wasted no time to grab a blanket from the bed to shield Taehyung's naked body and heave him from the ground.

"I'm taking you to your brother," he whispered, attempting to hide the disdain in his tone.

The purpled eyed male too was angry— jealous even— that someone laid a hand to his precious jewel, but now isn't the correct time. Taehyung needed medical attention and surely, Jimin isn't going to help him for he was the one that inflicted the pain. Hoseok gestured (Y/N) to follow them by nudging his head to the direction of the door, but she gave him a reassuring look that she'll stay. Upon affirmation, though Hoseok was hesitant, left with Taehyung and abandoned (Y/N) with Jimin.

"Dangerous decision, (Y/N). You could've left with Hoseok's protection yet you stayed here after witnessing a man's near death experience caused by yours truly," he smirked. "Then yet again, what do you have to loose? Certainly not your sanity."

Jimin rested his palms onto the soft cushion of the bed and leaned his muscular form forward, only stopping until their faces are an inch apart— if not, closer. "You've lost it the moment you were born babygirl."

Her hot, labored breaths fanned his Cupid's bow. Noticing how (Y/N) held her breath due to their proximity, Jimin scoffs and retracted hisself away to give her space.

"You remember do you? You remember what you did to your parents... to Lucas..."

"No," she clenched her jaw, "I don't."

"You're a conniving little liar. I saw the way your eyes lit on fire when I punched Taehyung, how you resisted the urge to smile, and how you thought Taehyung looked undeniably beautiful with blood all over him."

"I am not a lia—"

"You killed Lucas."

(Y/N)'s expression fell and twisted into an lifeless poker face. Jimin detected the way her eyebrows rested perfectly still, lined with incomprehensible emotions and her eyes, her dark hooded (e/c) eyes lost its twinkle as if he had unlocked something.

"I've been entering his room, waiting till he wakes up. And he did. On Tuesday, June 18th to be more precise. I entered his room after you visited him and boy oh boy, the look on his face was mortifying. His pupil was dilated and his hands were shaking so much you could hear the creaking of the bed underneath him. You know what he said, (Y/N)?"

Jimin crossed his left arm over his chest, rested his right elbow on top of it and tapped his right index finger on his lips. He pouted, feigning pity for Lucas's untimely death.

"'Help me,' Lucas said, 'S-She injected me with something. I— everything is starting to feel numb... it's getting harder to talk— harder to keep my eyes open. Help me.' He really was desperate to stay alive, it was so entertaining for me to watch the lights of his eyes burn to ashes."

The situation tasted bitter yet surprisingly satisfying for (Y/N) as she accepts her true nature. Her lips cracked to a smile, then from deep within, a chuckle rises from the back of her throat— letting the sound fill the empty room.

"I did," she laughs maniacally, "I did kill my parents. I did kill Lucas! Had your mother told you or did you kill her to find out the truth of my past?" She paused to laugh some more at Jimin's obvious expression. "What a crazy bitch! You did kill your mother!"

(Y/N) sauntered in front of him and smiled. "That makes the two of us... killing our parents. But you and I are still very different. You had a reason to kill your mother, but I didn't. I did it because watching them writhe under me feels good. Watching their faces twist in horror as I stab the kitchen knife feels good. And relinquishing those pests from the face of the earth feels so fucking good."

Jimin dug his finger nails to his palms so hard that little crescent moons formed and draw blood from his broken skin. He was shivering, shaking, underneath her presence, but he wasn't about to show weakness.

"But in the end, you and I are monsters nevertheless," he said.

"Monsters," (Y/N) repeated, "I haven't been called that in so long. In a matter of fact, the last person that called me was surprisingly not Lucas, but your mother. Tell me Jimin, did your mother ever say why she thought of me like her own daughter... why she thought of me as you?"

"W-What are you talking about?"

"I knew it. Your mother didn't tell you the whole truth. Or wrote it on her stupid journal to be more precise... I've read that shit so many times, I've got it memorized in my head."

Jimin raised his eyebrows as he latched his right hand on the nape of her neck. "Get to the fucking point. What has she not told me?!"

"'Her name is (Y/N) (L/N), the same child I've dealt with years ago when her father and mother was brutally murdered'," (Y/N) recites an entry of his mother's journal and continues, "she worked on my parent's case, but she lived in Busan while this happened in Seoul... doesn't this sound suspicious? Why would she travel six hours for a case that didn't need her aid?"

"I—"

(Y/N) smirked. "She knew my father."

"You're not making any fucking sense."

"Jimin... aren't you an illegitimate child? Meaning that you're a bastard since you're not Mrs. Park's husband's son?"

"What-what are you tr-trying to fucking sa—"

"Three years before I was born. Your mother and my father committed adultery. And you were the outcome of their actions."

(Y/N) felt his grip behind her nape loosen. She leans down, her soft plumped lips tracing the bone of his jaw as those revolting words spewed from her mouth. As Jimin could feel her sickening smile on her lips, he took a step back.

"So what do you think of this predicament we got ourselves into... half brother," her voice was so monotone, so lifeless that you could mistaken her as walking corpse that is able to talk. "What does it feel like now that you know you've been trying to fuck your half sister?"

Jimin's stomach lurched at those two words, almost choking on his own saliva as his previous meal tried to forced its way out of his mouth. His skin turned incredibly pale— paler than a sheet of paper and he's lathered in thick beads of sweat. He felt nauseas, dizzy, and in all, shocked beyond comprehension. Jimin heaved and heaved, regurgitating all his meals to his nearby trashcan until there was nothing but an empty pit in his gut. The trashcan was full of green and brown soup that smelled sour and hot, and Jimin's face turned even more paler at the strong odor.

"Look at you now... you have the stomach to kill and disembowel people yet you have no stomach for the truth," she taunted as she shove her nails to the skin of his jaw, enjoying how weak he seemed, "you might appear like a monster and act like a monster, but deep inside your thick skin, you're just a lost little boy who was kidnapped and sold like an animal. Don't worry brother, I at least have some compassion within me so I won't hurt you anymore. After all, you and I are bounded by blood."

Jimin, shocked and distressed, grabbed a handful of his hair with both of his hands as he refused to believe that him and (Y/N) were two long lost siblings connected by the same father. He turned his back away from (Y/N), leaned against the wall for support as his knees buckled below him.

'Why her?!' He thought. 'Out of all people. Why did it have to be her?!?'

As he attempted to register the new information, Jimin no longer found confidence to look at (Y/N) in the face and ran out of the room, his mind snapping so easily like a stick in a heavy storm. (Y/N) watched his silhouette disappear, leaving her alone in Taehyung's room.

'He really fell for it.'

Her lips twisted upwards, sardonic laughs forcing its way through her throat and out her mouth. (Y/N) slapped her hands against her thighs, doubling over as she hysterically laughs her lungs off due to Jimin's gullibility and stupidity.

'Jimin isn't my half brother nor did his mother had an affair with my father. I simply made the story up from the knowledge I posses that I gained from living with Mrs. Park for a period of time. Now he won't be chasing me because he thinks I'm his half sister!'

(Y/N) quickly clothed herself then stumbled out of Taehyung's room, rushing to her own quarters to device the next step of her plans. She thought of the possible ways she could manipulate Taehyung around her fingers, using his brother to brother relationship with Namjoon to her own advantage. But before leaving the mansion, she thought to herself of how she could figure out where Yoonah is or where they could take shelter if they become a fugitive.

"Has a hurricane struck you, (Y/N)? You look messy," Yoongi pointed from her bed as she entered her room. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and ignored the male. "I said you look messy. What did you just do?"

(Y/N) took a quick glance at Yoongi before going to the restroom to look at herself in the mirror. She sighed loudly as she twisted the faucet, letting the water accumulate to the wanted amount on her palm before splashing the liquid to her face. The female wasn't in the correct mood for small talks or conversations in general because she knew that time is precious; every second counts.

"I asked you a question." Yoongi stood up from the bed and walked towards her. "And I expect an answer."

"I did nothing."

"Liar."

"That's one thing we have in common." (Y/N) grabbed a towel to wipe her face.

The moment Yoongi stepped closer to (Y/N), his nostrils tingled, smelling a specific scent scattered all throughout her body. He knew what it was. It was cologne, one that he recognizes too well because he was the one who bought it for his friend, his companion, for his birthday. The white headed male held (Y/N)'s wrists to his nose for closer inspection then moved to her neck.

"Taehyung. You and Taehyung did something," his voice cracked, "his cologne is all over you. D-Did you guys...? Don't— don't fucking tell me you guys did that."

"So what if him and I really did it? I am my own person. This body," she pointed at herself, "belongs to me so I can sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want."

Yoongi remained quiet, his eyebrows occasionally twitching upwards. His silence self gave a threatening and suffocating aura unease (Y/N).

"Is that so kitten?"

"Yoongi—"

"Can't you see that I love you?"

Yoongi trapped (Y/N) against the bathroom country and leaned down to her height. He brushes hips lower lip on top of her's and smiled.

"And I don't like it when someone else touches my love one... and if I can't have you kitten... no one can."