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Taehyung

I felt his bone crunch under the force of my punch.

It was so loud that it vibrated through my ears.

I heard his scream, it only fueled my anger.

It only pushed me for more.

Grabbing his hair, I pummeled his face over and over again.

Two days.

Two days since the fvcking bastard was captured and tortured mercilessly under our hands.

My thirst for his blood has not been sated.

The fury I felt was still boiling inside of me, threatening to break him.

I was not done. I was not close to being done.

I was just starting.

I was going to make him bleed. He would pay most horrifically.

We had a long way to go until I would be satisfied.

What Byungchan didn't realize was that I was just as deranged as him.

Pushing his head back, I felt it snap against the back of the chair. I released my hold on Byungchan, his head falling forward. He groaned in pain, his blood dripping all over him.

Twisting my fingers in his hair, I pulled his head back sharply until he was looking at me. His eyes were so swollen he could barely keep them open. There was a long cut on his forehead. It was deep, the skin peeled back until I could see his bones.

I took my knife and pressed the handle against the deep cut, Byungchan thrashed in my arms as I twisted the handle into the wound. He screamed, but his voice was almost gone from the hours of screaming.

He could only whimper in pain, his voice sounding like a baby. When I saw he was bleeding too much, I pulled back. Hoseok came forward and pushed the towel against the cut, stopping the bleeding.

I couldn't have him bleed to death.

Not yet.

I still needed him alive.

"How does that feel?" I sneered at him, pouring all my hatred in my words, "Feels good, doesn't it? It's refreshing to be on the other end, isn't it?"

He coughed, heaving forward, I pushed him back, holding my knife against his chest.

I didn't press the blade into this skin.

No, I played with him.

Just like he played with my Angel.

Dragging the knife over his chest, I let him feel the blade.

It whispered over his skin but never broke it.

Byungchan shuddered in pain, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

He was about to lose consciousness, my palm met his face in a hard slap, "Don't you fvcking dare. I'll cut your dick off if you do."

His eyes snapped open, he regarded me with pure distaste.

I laughed at his audacity.

He could barely open his eyes, yet here he was, thinking he stood a chance. Pressing the blade harder into his chest, I felt him suck in a harsh breath. I still didn't cut his skin. There were already several cuts over his chest and body but right now, I had other plans.

The blade travelled up his shoulder, leaving a cold trail, then down his right arm. Byungchan stilled as my knife started to press harder and harder against his skin.

When I reached the back of his hand, I paused, the whole time, my eyes were on his, I revelled when I saw fear in them.

"Do… n't… don't…" he begged.

"Was that how Jungkook begged you? He begged you to stop, didn't he?"

I roared, holding his throat in my other hand.

I pressed against his windpipe, feeling his trachea under my fingers.

My fingers pressed against his set of bones, I could have easily crushed him.

When his face started to turn red, then purple from suffocation, I released his fragile neck.

"You didn't stop. Then why should I?" I hissed in his face, holding the knife to his hand.

Hoseok came to stand behind him and held Byungchan's arm still.

I held the tip of my spiral knife to the back of his hand. My eyes watched him stare at the knife.

I watched him shuddering in fear.

I watched him bleed and I laughed.

I laughed at his agony as I pulled my knife back and drove it down.

Hard.

He screamed and wailed, it filled the room.

Music to my ears.

Byungchan tried to move his arm away but I twisted the knife, holding his hand still. I stared down at my handy job, my eyes following the length of my knife.

Half of the blade was lodged in his hand, blood poured around us, who cares, that was the least of my concerns.

"Do you know why I love this knife?" I asked, "Because it's the most painful. It hurts like a son of a bitch. Your hand probably feels like it's going to fall off, right?"

Byungchan cried out when I twisted the knife again.

I could hear the sound of his flesh mushed together, his bones crunching.

The sound of skin and flesh against blood.

"Don't worry, though. It's not going to fall off," I tried to soothe him. "Not yet anyway."

"Pl… ea… se…"

Tsking at his weak attempt, I pulled back and stared at him.

"Aww, poor baby. Are you begging Byungchan? Go ahead. Beg me. Maybe if I like the way you beg, I'll spare you."

Watching him writhe under my assault made everything worth it.

"Pl… ea… se… no… more… pl…ease…"

His begging twisted my heart because all I could hear was Jungkook begging Byungchan to stop. He begged and begged, yet he never stopped. He kept hurting him… over and over again.

"You beg so well. I feel almost bad," I pulled the knife out of his hand before driving it into his flesh again, "But unfortunately, I don't like the way you beg. Get me the cutters," I growled.

Namjoon did as I commanded and handed me the red cutters I had sharpened just the night before.

A gift for Byungchan.

"Those fingers, you hurt my Jungkook with them, right? Those disgusting fingers…"

Byungchan tried to shake his head, his eyes going impossibly wide. As wide as they could with how swollen they were, Hoseok laughed as he held his right arm while I held the cutter to his pinky.

"Maybe you should count this one. It might help," I suggested with a mocked smile.

I didn't give Byungchan time to think.

Pressing the cutter to his pinky - snip.

I didn't stop there. No, I sliced off all his fingers. In only one cut, from pinky to his thumb.

In mere seconds, he lost all his fingers on his right hand. Namjoon even sprinkled salt on them.

"What?" Namjoon looking at Byungchan's eyes, "It helps to clean and promote healing, or so it says on the internet. Though, it'll hurt like a bitch!"

I watched the blood drip as I watched his fingers fall to my feet. Byungchan stared back at his hand in shock and when the pain finally registered, he roared.

Hoseok couldn't stop his laugh, he released Byungchan's arm and I stepped back, letting him bask in his newfound agony. I took the towel and wiped away his blood from my blade and cutter.

Seokjin entered the room and took his position behind Byungchan. I looked up at Seokjin, our eyes meeting and he nodded.

Jungkook was okay, he's safe.

At the thought of Jungkook, my mind drifted back to the scene when he shot Byungchan.

I was so fvcking proud of him.

He was my equal.

At that moment, Jungkook looked like a true avenging Angel.

If he had done more damage, I would have been there to support him.

Fvck, I would have held is hands and let him cut him open. But this wasn't for him. I knew Jungkook. Shooting Byungchan took everything in him, all his strength and hatred. But killing someone… that was not my Angel.

Let me be your monster.

Let me kill for you, Angel.

I didn't think I could speak any truer words than that.

I meant every single word.

I was his.

I would kill for Jungkook.

I had done it before, I would do it now, I would fvcking kill for him in the future too.

Do your worst.

I'm Jungkook's monster.

I smiled as I remembered his words.

Yes, Jungkook… I was about to do my worst.

The smell of blood was heavy in the air, I loved it.

I'm a monster that even demons fear.

After all, my King has spoken and Jungkook's wish was my command.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I saw Seokjin taking his turn on Byungchan, punching, kicking, slicing, and cutting. Byungchan had already been a mess, but now he was unrecognizable.

I raised my hand and Seokjin halted his assault.

Byungchan was breathing hard, tried to glare at me.

"Namjoon, bring in Jihoon and Yoongi. It's time for a family reunion," I ordered calmly.

Sometimes, the calm was just as deadly. I saw Namjoon's face twisting in pure hatred at the mention of Yoongi. Byungchan sagged against his chair, almost falling off.

We had a long way to go.

My eyes moved to the door as I watched Namjoon drag in a beaten-up Jihoon and Yoongi. He pushed them in front of Byungchan. I walked closer, and they fell to their knees, kneeling in front of me.

Their fear was so heavy it saturated the air.

I could almost taste it.

It just fed the monster inside of me.

Taking the latex gloves from my pocket, I put them on. I did it slowly, taking my time.

They watched me with terror, so much terror. The cutter was held tightly in my hands and squatted down in front of Yoongi.

He was one of my most trusted men.

I took him into my house.

Gave him my name.

In the end, he showed no respect.

He had no loyalty.

Seokjin grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, he whimpered in pain as I pried his jaw open. He shuddered and twisted, trying to get away. He knew what was coming.

There was no escape.

Not this time.

Seokjin pushed him back until Yoongi laid flat on the floor, thrashing for his life. I held his jaw firm in my hand, my fingers biting into his cheeks. He pounded his fists against the floor, tried to dislodge my hold but it was no use. He held Yoongi's jaw, forcing his mouth open for me.

I showed him the cutter, moving it in front of his face, he screamed but it only came out as a gurgling sound. My fingers latched onto his tongue, my fingers pressing hard. I held the piece of flesh firmly in my fingers. His eyes widened with horror when I brought the cutter closer to his

tongue.

I smiled as he tried to shake his head.

He begged me with his eyes.

It was too late.

My Angel suffered because of him and now it was his turn.

Holding the cutter to his tongue, I cocked my head to the side. I waited, counting the seconds in my head. When he saw me not taking action, Yoongi eyed me suspiciously. I waited and waited. He stopped thrashing, falling silent.

His muscles started to relax, his guard fell - Snip.

One single cut and I was holding his tongue in my hand. Standing up, I watched him writhe on the ground, his agony too much to bear.

Yoongi screamed.

He wailed in pain.

And I smiled.

"You chose to talk too much and I choose to end your talking. I think it's a fair decision, isn't it?" I asked casually, holding his tongue for everyone to see.

Jihoon stared at me in horror, his face turning white.

Byungchan looked like he was about to pass out.

I chuckled at the weakness they showed.

Namjoon brought me a plastic bag, I dropped the traitor's tongue in it. Making a knot, I closed the bag and threw it at Yoongi.

"There you go. Your tongue. Who knows? You might need it."

Blood pooled from his mouth, such a pathetic sight.

I turned to face Jihoon, he shook his head, tried to scramble away but Namjoon held him down.

"You're not going anywhere," I hissed, stopping in front of him.

I kicked his stomach, feeling his rib breaking under the force, he howled in pain.

Nodding at Seokjin, he came near Jihoon and pulled down his pants.

Jihoon screamed, trying to break free.

"No… no… please… no," he begged, his words fell on deaf ears.

They meant nothing to me.

I grabbed his dick in my hand and chuckled when he screamed again. I pressed the cutter to his flesh, moving the blade up and down. I didn't cut him. I was only letting him feel the blade.

"Please…" he begged again.

"Every time you beg, it reminds me of Jungkook. How he begged you. It just makes me angrier so really, I think it'll be better if you don't beg," I hissed, pressing the cutter a little harder. Jihoon nodded his head, hiccupped back a sob, his whole body shaking violently. "I… won't…

beg… don't do this…"

"I didn't tell you to speak, though. Now I'm more pissed."

I didn't give him a chance to react or beg me again.

My cutter sliced through his dick, severing it from his body swiftly.

I stood up and watched him scream in pain.

His whole body spasmed in agony, his screams continuing to fill the room.

After watching him thrash around, I threw his limp dick at him.

Yoongi was no longer screaming, he was still sobbing and moaning in pain.

"Make sure they don't bleed to death," I instructed in a deadly voice.

Turning toward Byungchan, I stared at his pale face. He looked too white, like a ghost. His head hung limply against the back of the chair like he had no strength to hold it up.

"That was only a warning. To you. Just to give you a little glimpse of your future. I would say be prepared but no matter how much you prepare yourself, it won't be enough."

With those as my final words, I walked out of the basement.

I would be back.

Soon.

But right now, it was time to see my Angel.

My heart felt light at the thought of Jungkook, the pain inside of me, the fury… it all soothed to a calming wave. Climbing up the stairs, I made my way to my office. After showering and changing into another clean shirt and slacks, I went to the piano room.

Steps faltering, heart hammering in my chest when I saw the lights were off. My chest grew tight as I walked to our bedroom, I opened the door, my eyes falling into the darkness. There was only a lamp on, casting a soft glow into the room.

My eyes scanned the room, looking for him.

There he was.

On the bed.

Sleeping.

Relief coursed through me as I closed the door behind me.

Walking closer to the bed, I stared down at my sleeping Angel.

Jungkook looked so beautiful.

His eyebrows were pinched together and knew his sleep wasn't peaceful. I gently rubbed my finger over the stressed lines, smoothing it out. I climbed into the bed and pulled him against me.

Holding my Angel close, I moulded my body around Jungkook. My hands rubbed soothing circles around his arms. He moaned in his sleep and turned around in my arms. He must have been really tired if he didn't wait for me in the piano room.

"Taehyung," he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

My lips pressed against his forehead in a soft kiss. "I'm right here. Go back to sleep, Angel."

"Hmm…"

Jungkook snuggled into my embrace and was asleep in no time. I stayed awake, my mind refusing to shut down. After a few hours of holding him, I pulled away from him. I gave a kiss on the lips before slipping out of the room again.

I was back in the basement, Yoongi and Jihoon were both propped against the wall, while Byungchan still sat on the chair. His eyes met mine as I walked into the room, I didn't walk any closer.

I waited, there was someone who needed to join us.

Namjoon and Seokjin were leaning against the wall and Hoseok munch on a snack.

We waited.

Then the door opened.

The sound of heels clicking against the floor sounded in the silent basement.

He's back.

I chuckled when I felt him standing by my side, he wore the same outfit he always did. Black leather pant, jacket and his sky-high heels.

I turned to see Jimin smile at Byungchan.

"Hey, love. Miss me?"

Byungchan stared at in shock, he glowered.

There was something not even Yoongi knew.

Nobody did.

It was only between Jimin and me.

I placed him as an undercover at one of the clubs before Nina stepped in. He got closer to Byungchan, playing the perfect whore for him. It took everything in her to submit to a man like Byungchan but she did.

Nina's loyalty to me came first, she was under Jimin's team.

Jimin then took a step forward, I watched the scene unfold then I felt someone else at my back. Swivelling around, I faced the unknown man. He was young, probably twenty. There was a long scar on his face, another scar on his neck. His dark eyes were only trained on Jimin and I lifted an eyebrow.

"He's with me," Jimin said without me even asking the question.

"Come here, boy," he orders with a snap of his finger.

He quickly moved to his side, like an obedient dog. He was taller than he was, his head only coming to his shoulders even with his heels on.

Jimin patted his hair, I saw him give him a small smile.

"He's under my wing and when he's ready, I'll send him to you. He will be perfect, I'm sure. I'm training him previously before.." Jimin's explanation trailed off Seokjin, Namjoon and Hoseok stared at the boy in surprise, no one uttered a word.

Turning to face Byungchan, Jimin walked forward.

"Do you remember him? Three years ago. You slaughtered his family. You scarred him. He wasn't supposed to survive but he did, he survived your cruel joke," he hissed, punching the hand that I had made a hole in.

Byungchan's eyes widened, watching the boy and howled in pain. Jimin turned to face the boy.

"Go ahead. I'll let you have a little fun. Don't kill him, kid," Jimin then looks at Nina, "You, go. Take a week long vacation," he dismisses the other with his hand.

Both nodded, the boy looking at Byungchan eagerly while Nina quietly leaves. Jimin stepped back and let his protégé have his fun. He came to stand beside me while Namjoon hovered over him.

And we watched.

I had to admit, the boy was good. After all, he was trained by Jimin.

I wouldn't have expected anything less.

"What's his name?" I Namjoon asked, as I watched the boy hold a cigarette in his hand.

I knew what was coming next.

"Jackson," he replied nonchalantly, his eyes never leaving the boy.

Jackson lit the cigarette and Hoseok went to hold Byungchan down. No matter how much he screamed, it did not affect anyone. The boy pressed the cigarette to Byungchan's skin, watching it sizzle.

All over his chest, he left burn marks, he twisted the cigarette into Byungchan's flesh, making a hole in his stomach. I could almost smell the burning flesh, over and over again. Lighting more cigarettes, pressing them into Byungchan's skin, watching it burn.

When Byungchan started to lose consciousness, Jimin stepped forward.

"Stop."

Jackson stopped and returned to Jimin's side and patted his cheek.

"There you go. I'm proud of you. Are you satisfied? Is that enough for your revenge?" the boy paused, "Be honest with me," Jimin demanded.

The boy shook his head.

"I know you aren't satisfied. But he is not yours to kill. This is your lesson. You need to know when to stop and when to continue. If you continued, he would have died. You need to learn patience and control. Learn to play with your prey."

He nodded his head, looking eager to please Jimin.

"Joonie, baby. He's gonna be ours."

Namjoon just smiled, showing his dimples and back hugged Jimin, I slowly shook my head at them.

Glancing at Byungchan, I saw his head hanging low. I pierced Namjoon and Hoseok with a look, they nodded. Hoseok filled a bucket with cold, chilling water, he dumped it over Byungchan. He sputtered and grimaced in pain, his eyes opened.

Walking to the table, I got the one thing I'd wanted to use for a very long time. I put on another pair of latex gloves. Holding the cow whip in my hand, I walked back to Byungchan.

My fingers wrapped around his hair, fisting it and dragging him out of the chair. My knees came up hard into this side, cracking his ribs. When I heard the satisfying sound of bones breaking, I released him.

Byungchan fell to the floor at my feet, Seokjin and Hoseok came to hold him down. Namjoon held his legs and I squatted down next to him.

I held the whip in my hand, it was no use to me.

I didn't want the whip, I wanted the handle, the splintered handle.

It was made of wood, perfect for what I had in mind.

I pulled his pants down and laughed as he tried to thrash, he was completely trapped.

Nowhere to go.

Just like he had trapped my Angel.

"You're going to enjoy this," I whispered in his ear. "Take it like a good boy, okay?"

Watching him struggle under me, I chuckled darkly.

Slowly I pushed the handle into his ass.

His screams rang in my ears, I savoured them.

I savoured his pain.

The handle was just a few inches inside his rectum.

I paused, waiting, letting his agony drive him insane, pushing him further into the darkness.

He sobbed against the floor.

With an angry growl, I shoved the handle fully up his ass.

Byungchan bellowed out, I just kept going, pulling out slightly before pushing it back in.

Again and again, I tortured him.

His ass hole was bleeding severely.

The splintered handle was covered with his blood and I kept going.

"You took him, again and again. When he didn't want you, you still took him. How does it feel to have something up your ass when you don't want it? Huh?" I roared.

Byungchan whimpered and cried out, I patted his back.

"Shh… didn't I tell you? Take it like a good boy. You like this, don't you?"

Blood continued to seep out as I shoved the handle back in, lodging it deep inside of him.

His head came off the floor as his body spasmed in absolute agony.

I left the handle there and turned to face him.

His face was wet not only with his blood, there were tears too.

"He cried too but you kept assaulting him. Your tears just remind me of Jungkook being in pain," I sneered, grabbing his head and slamming it into the floor.

I pulled the handle out, painfully twisting it as I did. Standing up, I turned away from Byungchan.

I walked to Jimin and handed him the whip.

"Have fun," I said, raising an eyebrow.

He took the whip from my hand and walked toward Byungchan.

"Oh, I will have fun," he replied, his lips widening in a sadistic smile.

I watched as he pressed his heel into the back of Byungchan's knee. The heel sank into his flesh, he screamed, trying to escape the cruel assault.

"You know how disgusting it was, letting you touch me every time? You make me sick," he hissed, straddling Byungchan's back.

Without warning, Jimin shoved the handle into his bleeding hole again.

I nodded at Seokjin, he quickly came to my side.

His eyes were just as deranged.

I knew I looked the same.

The very monsters everyone knew us to be.

"Do what you want with him. I don't care. I will come for him in the morning," I said and then paused when Byungchan let out another scream,

"I want to spend tonight with Jungkook."

Seokjin nodded in understanding.

"He misses you."

I sigh, already knowing that.

I fvcking missed him too.

Every minute away from him felt like a stabbing pain in my chest.

"Just keep them alive," I said, nodding towards the Byungchan, Jihoon, and Yoongi, "Tomorrow they will meet their end. I will finish what the fvcking Ganpeh has started," I snarled, my fingers tightening in fists.

Seokjin nodded again.

"I've got your back, Taehyung."

I knew he did.

He always did have my back.

After clasping his shoulder in a show of gratitude, I left the basement.

I made my way to my Angel.

I opened the door quietly and walked inside.

I stopped next to the bed, staring down at my Angel, Jungkook, was sleeping peacefully with a tiny smile on his lips.

He must be having a good dream.

Making sure I didn't wake him up, I took a few steps back. I didn't want him to see me like this, it was the last thing he needed.

I knew he wasn't scared of me… of who I truly was.

I didn't think he was ready to know the things I had done, that was never going to change, I didn't want to change.

In the end, I was truly a monster.

It was who I was.

I stared at Jungkook for a brief moment and let myself think of a different possibility.

What if I was a different man?

Someone Jungkook could proudly say was his man?

Not a deranged monster.

Not V of Vante.

Not Kim Taehyung.

With a sigh, I walked away.

Closing the door of the washroom, I shrugged off my shirt. I got into the shower, letting the cold water rain down on me, washing the blood away. Washing away any evidence of what I had done in the past hours away.

With my hands pressed against the wall, I tried to breathe through my constricting chest, I stayed there not moving until I heard the door open. There was some shuffling and then the shower doors opened.

My eyes squeezed shut, knowing who it was, I felt a soft hand on my tense shoulder and heard his sweet voice. The water went from cold to hot, I knew he switched it.

"Taehyung?"

I didn't turn around.

"Taehyung, look at me."

Not moving, I leaned against the wall.

"Please, Taehyung."

As soon as the word please was out of his mouth, I swivelled around, facing my Angel.

Jungkook palmed my cheeks and stood on his toes.

He placed a soft, gentle kiss on my lips.

It was a sweet kiss.

His lips moved to my cheeks, kissing each side.

Jungkook nipped playfully at my nose before kissing it.

His lips moved to my forehead and lingered there for a second before he placed another soft kiss too.

My Angel wrapped his arms around my waist, his head over my racing heart.

He held me.

He laid a kiss there and then hummed almost lovingly.

"I missed you, Taehyung."

My throat closed up.

The love in his voice made my heart leap.

Wrapping my arms around his, I pulled Jungkook against me.

We held each other like this, our arms firm around each other.

We didn't let go as the water cascaded around us.

Jungkook held me in his embrace and I held him in mine.

"I love you, Angel," I whispered in his ears, "I love you so fvcking much."