⚠️Sexual (minor)/Triggering/Gore Scenes

June 23, 2019
Sunday
10:45 am

Throbbing aches formulated at the base of Taehyung's jaw, as if some lazy torturer is standing beside the male to only apply enough pressure to be an annoyance. He sat on his oldest brother's office couch, waiting for him to return back from answering a phone call. Seokjin strictly forbid the male to leave his office because there was still many untreated bruises that needs to be dealt with, so Taehyung was bored, tired, and hungry due to all the waiting.

"Ahh finally, a companion," the electric haired male smiles amusingly as he stared at Namjoon entering the office, "to what I owe you for visiting me? A rare sight to see you here knowing that you've never really attached yourself to any of my businesses unless it directly affects you."

"You're my brother. That alone directly affects me," Namjoon responded.

"Is that so?" Taehyung continued on with his fake smiles, fighting the from the frown that wants to break out.

"Your sarcastic tone isn't appreciated."

"Funny... everything that I do is never appreciated in your eyes, Namjoon."

"Taeh—"

"Yes brother?" He cocked a sly grin. "Were you about to reconcile with me by using your calculative words? You know... I've been noticing how for the past couple of days, you've been trying to get closer to me when you've  always seen me as the black sheep of the family."

"Is it wrong to try and make amends with you? Look, I know that we haven't properly have a decent conversation ever since—"

"I was raped by our own mother?"

"Yes... that."

"When I was raped by our own blood, you simply wanted to ship her off to another country instead of making her atone for her disgusting actions. If Seokjin hyung was never here, that bitch would've never been killed. You were always a mommy's boy— after she was killed you turned your back to me, blaming me— the fucking victim— that it was my fault that she was killed. You didn't talk to me for months or even acknowledge my presence. So you being here, saying that I being your brother directly affects you is complete and utter bullshit."

The frustration and resentment from Taehyung's blue eyes displayed the broken boy he was, the boy who was scarred by his own mother. Namjoon discerned the pain beneath his brother's ocean irises and his soul drowning in this persona he'd carved to hide his broken spirit.

Looking at Namjoon's green, jade eyes— the same exact ones their mother had— steals Taehyung's brain from his skull and mis-wires all the synapses. Somehow, he can no longer think straight and if he attempts to force his brain to work, the result is nothing but scrambled logic trying to piece together the indecipherable fragments. Every feature Namjoon possesses precisely replicated Mrs. Kim's so as the youngest looked at him now, his mind flashed to the night he was drugged, stripped down, traumatized, and used like an object to escape the dreadful reality. He could still remember his mother's encroaching touches going up and down his skin, violating each square inch of his body for her own sexual pleasures.

He cried day and night. He didn't want to, didn't want his brothers to see how weak he had gotten, didn't want to be more of a burden to their fractured family. Taehyung couldn't help it though. His second oldest brother made him feel like it was his fault that their mother did that to him; Namjoon stated that their mother was already mentally ill and going near her was asking for it.

Taehyung felt alone.

Helpless.

Like the time he was lost in a sea of people in a crowded amusement park on a busy day when he was a child.

He had no other choice but to grow up in solitude, to get rid of his trauma that kept him awake at night. He feared that someone, anyone, will suddenly come barging through his door, drug him, and do what his mother has done to him all over again. He ridiculed himself for being so weak and helpless.

Taehyung was nothing but the black sheep, the stain of the great Kim family everyone came to know.

One day... Taehyung brought a girl home with the intention of bedding her and finally get rid of his fears, but he overestimated his courage. As the girl sat on his bed and welcomed him to her arms, he excused himself out of the room for a brief moment, his lungs feeling like it was about to collapse. The floor swayed underneath his feet, vision spinning and spinning, it feels as if everything is collapsing. He collapsed onto his knees first, then hands, his breathing stable and shallow.

"Taehyung?" Taehyung heard Seokjin saying something, but he sounds faraway and muted. "One of the butlers informed me you invited a girl over..."

"I can't do it. I thought I can. But I can't! I-I'm weak. Why am I so weak. I can never get rid of thi—" His stomach flips, Taehyung felt like he was going to throw up.

His body shook uncontrollably and gagged at the thought of another person touching his bare skin. He felt Seokjin's hands gently resting on his clothed shoulder; Taehyung wanted to shrug it off, but he had no strength to do so— this was what he need: comfort, reassurance, and care. If he had received this in the very beginning, his fears would've never gotten out of hand.

"Get up. I'll help you little brother..."

Upon hearing that, Taehyung fixed his eyes on Seokjin's helping hand and followed him back to his room. He was still shaking and Seokjin is standing behind him, his breath hitting the base of his ears as the elder whispered instructions and encouraging words. Temptation roused Seokjin to join his brother as he watches him pound his length inside the girl over and over again. "Do it with me," Taehyung said. "Go ahead, use this slut's mouth, Seokjin hyung."

Seokjin's eyes widened at his request, shocked at the new mask his brother wore as he fucked the girl. The meek boy was gone and is replaced by this being who found joy in power, in dominating, in making others subservient to his will. Lust clouded Taehyung's vision as the warmth he craved, the skin contact his body needed, is fulfilled after months of seclusion. 

Day after day, the amount of women and soon men he brought to his bedroom gradually increased. He became addicted to the sinful feeling... he enjoyed the moans, screams, the slapping of skins as they collided with one another, and most importantly, how they looked so weak underneath him.

Though... that was only his start.

He used his body, his sexuality to seduce men and women, gaining valuable secrets that could trace back to the killer who shot his father dead. He worked tirelessly day and night— selling his body from left to right. He lost his sleep and himself through the process but he was so driven out of his mind to do what his brothers weren't able too that he could care less of his health and wellbeing.

With all of the hard work he'd done... he finally found his father's killer.

And you know what he did?

He fucked him.

'Ladies scream, but men do scream louder,' Taehyung always said.

Oh indeed.

The man did scream so loud. Taehyung fucked him in the ass so hard that you could hear his screams down another street. That's not all. Taehyung enjoyed every single piece of the process; the thought of fucking his father's killer sparked a part of Taehyung's mind that he never knew he had, such things are not meant to be said or done, but he tied his father's killer to the bed to try a new "trick".

But in reality...

Taehyung sat on top of him. His eyes so dull and so emotionless that a grown man could cower in fear just from his stare.

Taehyung pulled out a knife he had been hiding from underneath the bed all this time. He discovered that its best to give a victim one of their best experiences of their life before cutting them apart.

And so that's what he did.

The knife came plunging down into the chest of their father's killer, slowly, just so they could feel the tip of the metal weapon sinking down into their skin. The skin split open, blood gushes out, the screams got louder, and Taehyung sat on top of him naked, smiling down on him. Then, he dragged the knife down to his abdominal area, cutting open the killer's chest and stomach area. He seemed to have no sense of humanity left in his heart as he pulled out the killer's guts, one by one, scattering them all of the floor that in the end all you could see was the ribs still intact while the rest was empty.

Eyes plunged out, squeezed so hard just like how you do with freshly squeezed lemons. Their cock cut up like pieces of cucumbers in salads that restaurants serve as appetizers.

It was horrible.

But Taehyung loved it.

Each and every single one.

And he would do that again.

"Ahh I get why you're here." Taehyung's eyes lit upon realization. "The only time you listened to me was when I told you Jaemin's innocent question that (Y/N) said yes too. I've never seen you act so fast, it fucking made laugh so hard, I think I doubled over the floor because of my hysteria."

"You aren't as dense as I thought..." Namjoon commented in a monotone voice. "You are correct. And you and I aren't the only ones who has eyes on her."

Taehyung raises his eyebrows.

"The rest of the seven fancies our lovely assistant and neither of them are backing down until they have her. Destruction and death between all of us will come if we don't discuss this predicament like the civilized men we are. We've shed enough blood, sweat, and tears for us to tear each other apart in the end," he gazed at his younger brother, eyes devoid of emotions or meaning, "you have no idea what lengths many of us has taken to have her. Each time that we are close, there's always a problem, always someone interfering with our plans. If we all continue like this, none of us will go anywhere."

"What are you trying to suggest. Share her? Are you fucking insane?! She isn't an animal we can hog whenever we want her attention. And surely, none of us would agree to that because I certainly am not!"

Namjoon leans his back against the couch. 'I knew that you were going to say that...' he smirks.

"Love can make you do dangerous things to ourselves and other people... To intertwine each strings of our emotions with someone else's is precariously brave yet idiotic. We are a slave of it. When it comes, it chains us up and tells us what to do and we follow it blindly with no questions asked. So think. Think Taehyung. If you do succeed on making (Y/N) yours then you'll have six other men who's in love with her tailing behind your back, watching every move you make from a distance... waiting and waiting until it's the perfect time to strike, to kill you and take (Y/N) away. Would you rather die without her or live with her and six other men. I'm sure the others would take the second option upon hearing my words and take it into consideration."

"Are you insinuating that I'm the first one you've told too about your plan?"

"Yes."

"Why am I the first one?"

"Because you're the first to bed (Y/N). She's already connected to you somehow... in someway, wether the reason is good or bad I need you to use that as an advantage to make her closer to you and us. The others will know about this plan of mine promptly so until then, I trust that you make the right decision and do what you're told."

Namjoon stood from his seat and walked out of the room without soaring a last glance to Taehyung.

He was left there... deep in thought.

It was as if his brain had been reprogrammed because of his older brother's words and all his previous interests had been deleted and replaced with the image of (Y/N)'s face, the sound of her voice, and the possibilities of their future. Taehyung's brain would supply him with nothing else to think about as he only dwelled within the parameters on how he would seduce (Y/N), make him his—theirs, and make her see that she belongs to them.

Of course, as Taehyung analyzes Namjoon's plans, he thought of the way his older brother treated him before... but oddly, he payed no heed to their past; Taehyung no longer cares because he overcame his trauma and holding a grudge would only hinder his wants.

And he wants (Y/N), just like everyone else.

"Interesting..." Taehyung smirks as he bobs his head up and down in slow motion, deciding once and for all to work with his brother just once in his life. "So fucking interesting."

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(Y/N) took off her headphones and shoved them inside her pocket.

A disfigured frown appeared on her lips as she left her room to go to go the kitchen for a glass of water. 'I planned on using Taehyung as my escape because he was the easiest to manipulate. Give him sex and he'll be happy unlike the other members who wants that and something else, something more... but this... this whole plan Namjoon has... you fucker!!'

The (h/c) haired girl filled her glass with cold water, brought the glass on her lips and let the temperature chill her throat as the liquid sinks down her system in one gulp. She slammed the glass on the counter and wiped her wet lips. 'I knew that once I sleep with Taehyung, there was a high chance that Namjoon would confront and put Taehyung on his side so he wouldn't fall behind the race, but I didn't know he would take action this fast... he put Taehyung on his side and the others too?!'

'It's a good thing I've implanted recordings on all of the boys' rooms while cleaning it or I would've found out too late. Now I'm given a short amount of time to arrange my escape, but first...' Whilst collecting her thoughts, (Y/N) maneuvered her body around only to slam herself against a tall, muscular body. She stumbled back, tripping on her own feet and plummeted down to the floor in a loud thud.

"What the fuck Jungkook?"

"N-Noona... my—my goddess. You're here. You didn't leave me. You didn't leave Jungkookie. You're going to stay with him right?! Right?!?"

(Y/N) heaved herself from the ground, but was held down by Jungkook. "Let me go—"

"Noona please listen to Jungkookie. Please. Please. Please!! He— I miss everything that they— we had be-before. Please— please listen! I miss the olden days. When we barely met. Do you remember?"

"Are you talking about the ball?"

Jungkook wanted to say no, needed to say no, but he couldn't. His lips was sealed shut, as if a force was holding him back. Pins and needles stung his throat. "Noona. Please remember. The— the se-second star, th-the brightest of all."

"Jungkook you're talking nonsense."

"Jungkookie is not talking nonsense!! He swears. He's not crazy. He's not. Noona needs to listen. Listen— second star. The brightest of all. Second star. Second star. Seco—"

She turned her heels away from the male; she found no energy to deal with his confusing words that made no sense to her whatsoever. Second star? The brightest of all? There was no meaning to those specific set of words yet Jungkook insisted it.

'DAMMIT!' The boy wanted to cry out loud. 'WHY ARE YOU MAKING THINGS SO FUCKING HARD (Y/N)?!?'

Like a hungry hyena rampaging out of starvation, the boy panicked and grabbed the nearest vase in his touch, his whole conscience seemingly detached from his head. He was trying hard, but once he snaps, he snaps; there was nothing that could control his outburst. Everything he saw was black and red, his body pulsing with adrenaline, and mind blank from everything else.

Just like that, he let his frustration out and smashed the vase against (Y/N)'s head, knocking her conscious out like a light switch.

"Jungkookie did say to listen..." he said blankly as he squats down to her fallen figure laying on the ground with drips of blood coming out from her head. "Jungkookie is already loosing his mind and Noona is making it worse. It's okay. Noona don't have to remember. As long as she's with Jungkookie, everything is going to be fine..." he sighs and put both his hands on his hips.

"Man, I really need a snickers bar."