Chapter 1: Fate
Notes:
A/N: Hey loves! This note is four years later from the story being first published. (Confusing, I know >.<) Anyway, initially this story was meant to be a video ff only, but then I started actually writing it in a word doc. and it turned into something else. Just wanted to FINALLY complete the written version of Mad Love on here. Enjoy bbs <3
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Jeon Jungkook—also known as the Joker—also, also known as the Clown Prince (or King) of Gotham city was an intelligent, deadly villain. He always managed to get away every time, but on one day, he was at last captured by Batman.
He was restrained; his wrists cuffed together while Batman pushed him against the batmobile with all his weight. “Not really into this, Bats.” He teased with a wicked grin, but his smile faded a bit when Commissioner Jimin arrived and instantly took him to Arkham Asylum.
Kim Taehyung, a young psychiatrist with a promising future, lived with Jimin. They had been best friends for years now, and when the young psychiatrist found out about Jungkook’s capture, he eagerly inquired, “What did he look like up close?! Did he say anything to you?” He gasped as he envisioned the Joker making a smart comment to his best friend, but his smile faded lightly. They were in their apartment, and Jimin sighed tiredly before answering.
“He just laughed—fucking creep.” He grimaced at the horrid memory of their drive to Arkham asylum.
Taehyung’s eyes widened in complete fascination and he was proud of his best friend and what he had accomplished. Many must be praising Jimin for having captured the clown prince. “I hope I get assigned to evaluate him—can you imagine it, ChimChim?!” He squealed in utter excitement as he fell against their couch and kicked his legs at the thought. This could alter his career. “If I can help him, this would be a huge break for my career.”
Jimin didn’t share his best friend’s enthusiasm and he immediately shook his head, “Tae—No! I don’t want you anywhere near that creep. He’s fucking crazy! He would try to hurt you and I can’t—” He would have continued—hell, he would have begged his best friend to stay away from that manipulator, but Taehyung approached him with a gentle smile that touched his brown eyes.
Taehyung patted his shoulder, delicately, “Relax, Chim. You know I deal with plenty crazy. That’s just my job.” He shrugged to show him how unbothered he was at the thought of having to deal with Jungkook’s craziness, but Jimin wasn’t convinced.
Jimin shook his head as he whispered, “Tae—you don’t understand. This guy is manipulative—he always gets what he wants. He’s fucking insane…” He bit his lips together and closed his eyes when Taehyung pressed their foreheads together.
“I know how to take care of myself. You have nothing to worry about.” He vowed with a gentle smile but there was a feeling Jimin couldn’t shake. He feared for his best friend, but he could only hope that Taehyung wouldn’t go near the Joker. He could only hope that there was someone else that would have to deal with him, so Taehyung would never have to listen to his lies. Jimin really hoped, but the uneasiness kept him up that night.
The following weeks at Arkham Asylum, there had been multiple psychologists that were asked to evaluate Jungkook, but they would resign the assignment out of fear. Jungkook’s reputation proceeded him. It took weeks until his case folder landed on Taehyung’s desk and when the young psychologist noticed the file, he nearly screamed from excitement. He was excited and anxious to evaluate Gotham’s most deadly villain. He would have been solely overcome with excitement, but Jimin’s worry dampened his mood. Despite his warnings, he wanted to make him proud.
Within Jungkook’s room, the clown was restrained with a straight jacket and he sat beside the door in anticipation. He sang maniacally, “Why won’t you come in here? You’re no fun!” He continued to laugh malevolently as he perceived the nurse outside the door, shuddering in fear. The nurse hesitantly walked in after taking a few deep breathes.
“Time to take your medication.” She spoke softly to mask the way her voice would waver. She had a few different colored pills in one hand while her other hand had a plastic cup filled with water.
“Oh sugar, you’re gonna need a lot more than pills to knock me out.” Jungkook winked at the nurse and she stared at him like he had lost his mind—well that much should have been obvious but knowing who he was only made her even more fearful for her life.
“The psychiatrist is on his way. You haven’t cooperated before…why would you now, right?” She had a moment of bravery when she reminded herself that the clown was restrained, and he could not hurt her as she so often imagined him doing. It was a nightmare, and so she glared at him before she attempted to stuff the pills in Jungkook’s mouth.
The clown bit into her fingers instantaneously, nearly slicing them off. The nurse shrieked in agony, and she cried louder when the blood spilled from her hand, but she yanked away from him. The clown only laughed louder and louder as her blood stained his lips.
Two guards rushed in and dragged Jungkook out of his room and into the room that was known as the punishment room. Different opportunities and devices decorated the room, but Jungkook only laughed as they strapped him onto a cold table. “Shock therapy.” He exhaled deeply and inhaled as he pretended to smell something wonderful. The smell of his own brain frying was what he envisioned, but the guards were clueless. “Mmmmm my favorite.” He laughed once more, and the guards grimaced at him.
They shocked him over and over again, but Jungkook’s laugh only continued. “Oh boys, you can do better than that!” he teased in his soft voice, but he released a gentle growl as he stared at the men hovering over him. “COME ON!” The shocks increased in power, but Jungkook only cackled in response.
The guards dragged Jungkook into Dr. Kim’s office and they forced him to sit on a steel table before they stripped the straight jacket from him, but only replaced it with heavy chains. They chained his hands to the table and walked out of the room.
Jungkook grinned deeply as he watched the psychiatrist walk in and the clown was surprisingly invested in the man’s innocent demeaner because there was something in the man’s eyes that Jungook recognized. “Well, well, well I didn’t expect such a pretty shrink. Are we going to have some fun now?” he smirked wickedly as he leaned in.
This wasn’t a surprise to Taehyung and he had mentally prepared himself for any trick the villain would pull, but still, he stared at him for a moment and studied his features before he took a long, deep breath. “I am Dr. Kim and I will be evaluating you for the next couple of months—”
Now that interested Jungkook. His eyes widened and he gasped, dramatically, “Months!? Oh, we’re gonna be so close then, Dr. K.” he winked but Taehyung only cleared his throat and opened his notebook.
“Why did they give you shock therapy today? You’re not scheduled for it until Friday—”
Jungkook grinned at the memory of his shock therapy and he reminisced for a moment before answering, “The guards couldn’t wait. They really wanted to play.” His voice was so husky and captivating, but Taehyung forced himself to remain focused.
Taehyung paused as his words sunk in and then he stared at the clown prince, “Do you like to play games?”
“I do, Dr. K. Don’t you?” Jungkook pouted deeply when Taehyung shook his head in response, “Aw but why not? You seem so serious.” He laughed loudly as if he had told a hilarious joke, but then he was completely serious. “What a sad way to live.”
“I could argue that murdering innocent people…is a sad way to live.” Taehyung countered, but he was suddenly nervous because Jungkook’s dark eyes stared deeply into his own eyes. He played it off as he continued, “If it weren’t for your insanity you would be left rotting in prison.”
Jungkook cracked a devious smile, “Have you ever murdered anyone before?” he hummed as he thought about the last person he killed and his body nearly vibrated from the rush that consumed him, and it amused him when Taehyung’s eyes widened from the question.
“Of course not.”
Jungkook would have scoffed, but instead he laughed. “You should try it, Dr. K…I bet there’s someone out there you would love to get rid of.” He teased as his voice turned into a small growl and Taehyung became lost in his patient’s eyes. Why was he staring so intently at him?
“N—No…not at all. But enough of that. Let’s talk about you.” Taehyung gripped on his pen as he contemplated where to begin. “Why did you start killing, Jungkook?”
Jungkook twirled his fingers through his chains and he smiled wickedly. “Has anyone ever told you that your voice is soothing—like honey—”
Taehyung cut him off before he could continue his thought, “Jungkook, don’t change the subject—” he spoke as authoritative as he possibly could, but his confidence worsened when Jungkook looked him up and down.
“Do you like your job? It seems like you don’t.”
Taehyung instantly knew that getting Jungkook on topic would be a challenge within itself and so he exhaled deeply. “What makes you say that?” Perhaps it was best that the villain was at least speaking to him—even if it were pointless.
“You haven’t smiled once.” The clown broke into a fit of laughter and Taehyung’s heart raced and he could only stare at him. He knew this would be challenging, but he secretly hoped that the villain wouldn’t have been so complicated from the start.
Taehyung exhaled heavily as he walked into his apartment. He walked into the kitchen and quickly made himself something to eat. Jimin arrived home later that night but Taehyung stayed up for him. He smiled and ran to his best friend because it was a habit, truthfully. With Jimin’s dangerous job, Taehyung constantly made him feel loved because he feared there would be a day that—he shook that thought. He couldn’t think that way. Losing Jimin would be the worst thing to happen.
“Jiminnie!” Taehyung squealed against him as he hugged him tightly, “How was work? Catch anymore psychos today?”
Jimin chuckled lightly because he seriously appreciated Taehyung’s affection. “A few…” He smiled as they pulled from the hug. “How was work?” he inquired, but his smile faded a bit when he realized his best friend tensed.
“Well my dream came true.” He paused and fake smiled. “I got assigned to the clown king himself—” he almost recoiled when Jimin’s visage altered completely from happiness to complete regret and maybe a hint of fear?
“No…” Jimin’s heart raced as he envisioned his best friend near that psychopath. “No! Taehyung you need to stay away from him.” He frowned when he realized that Taehyung was utterly exhausted, and it really didn’t surprise Jimin, “What’s wrong?”
“I need this, I need this for my career. I need to crack him, but I have no idea how. I tried today and he wouldn’t…focus.” He exhaled heavily, his shoulders slumping as he continued, “I am way in over my head…” He shook his head and frowned deeply. “He is the most dangerous man, so how could I ever fix or help him?” He already appeared defeated and it made Jimin feel guilty for not being more encouraging.
“No…Tae, you are an incredible psychiatrist. If anyone can crack this psychopath…it’s you.” He smiled gently and he whispered, “I just want to keep you safe, please be safe.”
“Do you mean that? Do you really think that I could help him?”
The question made Jimin instantly anxious because he desperately wanted to keep Taehyung safe, but he knew it was pointless. He knew that Taehyung was already in and there was no way in hell he would ever get out until he fixed the psychopath. “…yes, I do.” He finally said and he smiled when Taehyung’s smile changed immediately.
Taehyung giggled, “You’re the best, Chim!” He smiled brightly as he clapped his hands together. “Let’s have dinner!” He took his best friend’s hand and he dragged him into the kitchen.
They were quiet as they ate at their table, but then Jimin broke the silence, “What was he like…to you?” He was afraid to ask, but he needed to know how Jungkook treated his best friend during their first session.
“He’s very different than what I imagined him to be. He’s malicious but also very…hyper?” He laughed quietly as he thought about their session together, but his smile faded when Jimin seemed tense. “…it’s strange.” He continued.
“Just be careful.” Jimin warned, “He’s managed to get away for this long because he’s really fucking good with his words. He’s convinced so many people to do…awful shit.” He shuddered at the messes Jungkook has made in Gotham City.
Taehyung nodded, “I know I have his file, remember.” He tried to tease with a half-smile. “He’s skilled—” he stopped when his phone rang. “Oh no…it’s my umma…” he grimaced as he contemplated blocking the number.
Jimin stared at him intently, “Tae…I think you should answer.”
Taehyung swallowed dryly before he reluctantly answered the phone, “H—Hi umma.” He slowly stood from the chair and walked into the living room. The more he spoke with his mother, the more restless he became and Jimin felt a bit guilty for not encouraging him to ignore rather than endure her.
Weeks later, Jungkook refused to open up the first few visits. Instead, he would compliment Taehyung on his clothes, and he would talk about how he imagined what the weather would be like in that moment. Taehyung had to remain patient with him if he wanted to get something out of him.
During their session, Taehyung smiled as he sat on his comfortable chair, “Are you comfortable?”
Jungkook was finally free from the heavy chains and he was lying down on a very long, big chair, “Very, Dr. K.” He grinned in amusement because he knew Taehyung was quickly becoming impatient with him.
“Well we had an agreement. I free you from your chains and you talk.”
“I am a man of my word.” Jungkook hummed as he comfortably placed his hands behind his head, “What do you wanna know, honey?” he asked in his usual husky tone, and Taehyung fought himself to neglect the pet name.
“Why are you a murderer? Who was your first victim?”
Jungkook fell silent for a moment as he thought about the people he has killed and there was just too many it made his head feel funny. He stared at the ceiling and he finally spoke in a whisper, “My father used to beat me up pretty badly—sometimes I would just be sitting there and next thing I know…I wake up from a blackout with a bloody nose and a bloody lip.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened in horror as he imagined Jungkook completely defenseless, and he listened carefully.
Jungkook cracked a smile but he solemnly continued to stare at the ceiling, “I remember when I was eight and he took me to the circus. Oh, how I loved the clowns…” He laughed loudly at the memory of the jokesters surrounding them. “They were the only ones that could make him smile.” His smile faded when a memory disrupted him, “His friends would beat me too.” He laughed, “He enjoyed watching…he really did.”
His words struck a chord within Taehyung’s eyes and he nearly broke into tears just from imagining it. “Oh god—”
Jungkook looked at Taehyung with a wide grin spreading across his lips. “Do you wanna know how I got these scars?” He held out his arm and revealed scars that ran across his forearms.
Taehyung stared at the marks and then he looked into Jungkook’s dark eyes. “Your father gave you that?”
Jungkook laughed as he responded, “No. It was his friend—he really wanted to play with me.” He continued to laugh, and Taehyung assumed it was the only way he could cope with his agony and that broke his heart.
“Jungkook what you went through was not your fault—”
Jungkook scoffed when he noticed how deeply affected the psychiatrist was by his words, “Oh Dr. K, do not tell me that you feel bad for me? Perhaps I deserved it.” He shrugged and faked a defeated expression that only caused Taehyung’s heart to ache further. “Perhaps this is what I’m meant to be.”
“Do you believe in fate, Jungkook?”
Jungkook hummed as he pondered momentarily, “Do I?” he smiled gently, “What exactly is fate?”
“That something is just meant to be. No matter how you try to avoid it—it will always catch up to you. Your destiny—I mean.” He nervously cleared his throat as he glanced down at his notebook to avoid his eyes. “Is that what you think happened to you?” Jungkook remained silent, but his dark eyes trailed down Taehyung’s eyes, to his tie and then to his hands that tapped on the desk.
It caused Taehyung to shiver, but he frowned, “Jungkook?”
“Batman reminds me of my father.”
“Batman?” Taehyung wanted to laugh, “But he’s a hero, he has saved so many people—”
Jungkook immediately cringed, “Batman?!” He stood from his chair and approached the desk before he placed his hands on it and stared into Taehyung’s eyes. “Batman is self-righteous, arrogant, and ever since he put on that suit, more and more people have died.” He couldn’t add that it was mostly his own doing because he didn’t want to ruin the moment he had with his psychiatrist.
“Jungkook, Batman is doing everyone a service. He’s a hero that risks his life helping others. He’s cleaned up your mess plenty of times.” Taehyung countered simply and Jungkook wanted to curse him, but he only smiled.
“Then why the mask, Dr. K? If his intentions are good, then why the mask?” he asked, and Taehyung stared at him and bit his lower lip as he thought about it for a moment. “He’s a manipulator—making the public believe that they’re safe…when in reality they’re far from it. He’s self-righteous, hypocritical and hides behind that damn mask.” Jungkook took a deep breath, calming himself from how worked up he became. “He’s always there, taunting me like my father once did. He’s no better than him.”
Jungkook was an expert in making others sympathize with him. It was a skill he’s had since he was a child. His expression, his tone and his pace was perfectly tugging at Taehyung’s heart strings. “I tried to live life normally, but Batman always drags me into this lifestyle. He’s a monster.” Jungkook said and he went on with his story. He continued to describe the abuse he had to endure throughout his childhood.
Taehyung would become lost in Jungkook’s voice and in his eyes. There was something about him—drawing him in more and more. His heartbeat would increase in speed and he couldn’t help himself when the story of abuse got to him. He had to wipe his tears before his patient noticed. “You can be better than this. I believe in you Jungkook.”
“Do you really, Dr. K?” Jungkook asked in a slightly hopeful tone and Taehyung’s eyes brightened at that. “But you don’t really know me…” Jungkook continued in a whisper, but deep inside, he was snickering malevolently because he knew the psychiatrist was where he wanted him.
“No, I don’t, but I can get to know you. I want to help. Won’t you let me help you, Jungkook?” the psychiatrist’s heart was pounding from excitement because he truly believed that Jungkook was slowly allowing him in.
Jungkook’s smile grew and he stared deeply into Taehyung’s eyes as he spoke in an alluring, husky voice, “I would love nothing more.”
It was a Sunday evening and they were at a coffee shop named Brewing Beans. Jimin and Taehyung sat across from one another in a booth near the back. “You seem exhausted lately.” Taehyung commented as he blew the steam coming from his scalding hot chocolate. “…everything okay?” He hesitated to ask only because Jimin didn’t like letting him into the dangerous parts of his work.
Jimin rubbed his temples as he spoke, “Fuckin’ Joker’s minions have been getting out of hand lately. It’s like they’re protesting for him to be released.” He would have laughed if he wasn’t so exhausted.
Taehyung frowned and fixated on the wooden table separating them. “W—What do you mean?” He was hesitant because he hated to see his friend so stressed, but he was growing closer to Jungkook—in a professional way.
“Haven’t you seen the news? They’re trashing businesses. Marking shit up with that fucking clown symbol.” He groaned, but slowly drank his hot chocolate even if it burned the roof of his mouth. Taehyung remained quiet, but he stared at nothing in particular, lost in his thoughts while Jimin was fuming. “Things were meant to be better, Tae…” he shook his head as his eyes darkened, “…but feels like he’s still out there.” He hesitated before asking, “Do you happen to know anything? About his friends and any of their plans—”
Taehyung looked at him and though he knew he was meant to keep their relationship confidential; this was Jimin and he couldn’t keep anything from him. “No, he hasn’t mentioned anything about that.” He cleared his throat.
Jimin hummed and his smile grew a bit, “I bet your boss is happy that the Jok—Jungkook is opening up, right?”
Taehyung beamed at that, “He had no faith in me.” He giggled lightly, “I’ve gotten further than anyone else.” He shrugged coyly while gently swaying in place from his excitement. His career could really take off if word got out of his accomplishments and it would soon. He needed to be patient.
Jimin’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Wow—if you somehow helped him this could make you famous. My best friend. Famous.” He whispered the last word dramatically and they both laughed at that.
Taehyung smiled brightly, but he couldn’t get Jungkook out of his mind. He constantly thought about him—sure, it started off purely professional, but now it was becoming too much. It was consuming him every day and it should have worried the psychiatrist, but it didn’t. He told himself he needed this for his career, and that was it. That was the only reason.
The following day, at Arkham Asylum. Laughter echoed down the hallways as Jungkook was in the punishment room. His laughter was interrupted each time he was electrocuted. Each shock was stronger than the last, but that didn’t stop him. He lived for the adrenaline that rushed through him. The nurse was getting impatient and so she turned up the power.
At this point, Taehyung ran in, “What the hell do you think you’re doing to my patient?!” He accused and rushed to Jungkook’s side to untie him and help him from the table. Taehyung glared at the nurse that hadn’t wiped the smug smile on her face, “I could have you fired for this!”
Jungkook looked at Taehyung with a half smirk, “Relax, gorgeous. We were just messing around.” He looked at the nurse and grinned maliciously as he whispered in a threatening tone, “I’ll be sure to remember you when I get out.” He chuckled when the nurse tensed, but Taehyung dragged Jungkook towards his office.
“Do you want me to get you some water?”
Jungkook’s voice was low and hoarse, “Oh Dr. K, you’re just too good to me.” He lied down on the long, comfortable chair. He grinned when Taehyung handed him a cup of water before sitting on his own chair.
“Would you like to skip your evaluation for the day?” Taehyung inquired.
“Oh no no no!” Jungkook sat up and grinned as he inched closer to Taehyung. “I look forward to this.” He confessed so easily, it made Taehyung unexpectedly blush. “You’re the best part of this place.” He complimented and Taehyung’s eyes widened slowly as they stared into each other’s eyes.
The doctor’s blush deepened slightly but he stared at his notebook to avoid the clown’s dark eyes. He managed to smile a bit before he chewed on his lower lip, “I enjoy this too…” he confessed in a careful voice.
“Why don’t we play a game today?” Jungkook suggested with an eager smile. “Let’s roleplay. I will be the cute shrink and you will be my patient.”
Taehyung couldn’t deny him his wish even though deep down he knew this violated so many of his rules. He was crossing so many lines, but he simply didn’t care. He wanted to do this for Jungkook, and deep down he thought, hey this could be fun. Taehyung lied down on the couch while Jungkook sat on his chair. He opened the notebook and grinned as he took the pen and doodled on the corners of the page.
“What would you like to talk about first?” Jungkook asked.
Taehyung crossed his hands over his stomach as he thought about it, “Hmmm I’m not sure, really.” He stared at the ceiling, becoming lost by it as his thoughts took over. He let go and began to speak after a deep breath, “I can’t swim…I am afraid of open water or anything like that.” His voice surprisingly quivered. “And it sucks because Jimin really wants to go to a water park, but I just can’t. I am too afraid, and I have always been afraid. Ever since my father pushed me out of a boat and my mother just watched.
Jungkook’s eyes darkened at the sound of his nemesis’ name, so he stopped scribbling into the notebook, “Jimin?” his tone darkened, and his eyes lowered when Taehyung continued.
“My best friend.” He explained and Jungkook remained stoic. “My greatest friend, we met when we were in middle school. I don’t know what I would do without him.”
Jungkook’s hand formed into a fist as he insisted, “Forget him. Go back to your parents. Why would your father push you out of a boat?”
Taehyung shrugged, “He wasn’t really my father. He was my step father and he always picked on me because I enjoyed things that were too feminine—” he paused before continuing. “Like gymnastics. I was really good at it for many years. I also enjoyed singing and he hated it. He hated me.” He scoffed. “…and my mother always sided with him. Always.”
Jungkook grinned lightly, “Sounds like he needs to lighten up. He needs a smile on his face—”
Taehyung shook his head, “They divorced, so he doesn’t matter anymore, but my mother hasn’t changed. She is still the same. When I speak with her, I feel like I’m drowning. Moving in with Jimin really helped me. He’s the only one that has truly been there for me but sometimes…even he cant help me when it comes to her.” The psychiatrist took a deep breath and his voice nearly broke as he continued, “I studied psychology because I wanted to help her—” his eyes teared up, but he shook his head, “But I can’t help her. She never listens to me.”
Jungkook shook his head, “Don’t cry. She will listen to you. We will make her listen to you.” His voice darkened but his smile grew viciously.
Taehyung sniffled as he turned to face him, “How?”
Jungkook stood from his seat and he approached Taehyung then brushed his finger against the corner of his lips. “We just gotta put a smile on that face and show her how lucky she is to have you.”
Taehyung was drawn into those dark eyes, “Y—Yeah? Thank you for listening, Jungkook. You really have helped me.” He chuckled lightly.
Jungkook smiled, “If you ever want to roleplay again, Dr. K. I am here.” He winked suggestively and Taehyung’s heart started to pound against his ribcage, but he forced himself to breathe deeply.
The following weekend, at a friend’s party, Jimin hands Taehyung a drink before he leaned close to him. “Did you turn in your psych evaluation yet?” His question caused Taehyung to nearly choke on his drink because holy fuck where did the time go?
“N—No not yet.” Taehyung answered with a slight frown and he was surprised when Jimin matched his frown.
“What are you waiting for, Tae? If you turn it in now, we can get rid of the clown. Once they see an improvement in his behavior, they might take him to prison—hell maybe even give him the death sentence—”
Taehyung laughed nervously, his heart racing at the thought that his evaluation would determine the fate of someone he considered almost a friend. Acquaintance? “Can we not talk about work right now? We came to have a good time, remember?” He nudged his best friend lightly and Jimin smiled lightly. “You should ask someone to dance. So many people are looking at you as if you’re a piece of meat.”
Jimin laughed at that. “Well there’s only one person I want to dance with.
Taehyung frowned a bit as he glanced around, “Who?”
Jimin held out his hand and Taehyung looked at him as he asked, “Will you dance with me?”
Taehyung laughed loudly, “Why am I having flashbacks to our prom? Remember that? God, I cannot believe you turned down Seulgi to go with me.” His eyes gently widened at the thought of her. “She was a 10.”
Jimin smiled, “She really was, but I preferred going with you. I knew I would have more fun with you…”
Taehyung smiled before he pulled him best friend into the dance floor. They danced together for a bit and then Jimin was stolen from him—which didn’t surprise him. Jimin has always been popular. Taehyung smiled as he approached the bar and he drank alone for a bit before a friend sat beside him.
Myungsoo smiled at him, “Why so lonely? Where did Jimin go? Arent you two attached to the hip?”
Taehyung looked at him, “Sometimes it feels like we are, doesn’t it? Hey, can I tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell Jimin.”
Myungsoo’s eyes widened, “But he’s your best friend. I thought you two told each other everything and anything—” he rambled before quickly adding, “Yes! Yes! Tell me whatever you can’t tell him.”
Taehyung took a deep breath, “What would you do if you really liked someone, but you knew no one else would approve of him?
Myungsoo frowned, completely unimpressed, “That’s it? I was expecting something juicier, but if you really like this person then that’s all that matters. Everyone else has to deal with it.”
“No one would approve…especially Jimin. You don’t understand. Jimin practically hates him.”
“Jimin? I can’t imagine him hating anyone but he’s your best friend and I know he will support you.” He nodded and Taehyung smiled though it didn’t reach his eyes.
He stared at his drink for a moment before muttering, “I seriously doubt that.”
“Well, I’m gonna go now, but I wish you the best of luck and don’t worry. I’m sure Jimin will warm up to the idea.” Myungsoo smiled gently before he walked away from Taehyung and towards the dance floor.
Taehyung’s thoughts were racing, and he questioned himself a million times. He really couldn’t be falling for a psychopath, could he? It was ridiculous and he denied his emotions a hundred times, but he couldn’t deny the way his heart would race when he thought about seeing Jungkook again. It was the highlight of his week. He loved talking to him, listening to him. He was completely drawn to him and it was driving him insane because he could hardly sleep anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from picturing their lips pressed together. He wanted nothing more than that to happen. He pushed his thoughts aside and chugged down another shot.
When they arrived back home, Jimin helped Taehyung onto the couch. He shook his head, “Why did you drink so much, Tae? Is there something bothering you?”
Taehyung embraced the couch pillow before he spoke in a small voice, “I don’t want you to hate me…Please don’t hate me.”
Jimin lightly brushed his fringe, “Aw come on Tae. You know I could never hate you. You mean everything to me, but why are you saying this? Did something happen?” he frowned when his best friend fell into a deep sleep. Jimin brushed Taehyung’s temple before he grabbed a blanket and wrapped him in it, “Sleep tight, Tae.” Jimin watched him sleep for a moment before he headed to his room. He couldn’t get Taehyung’s words out of his mind, but he decided to ask him in the morning.
But Taehyung left to work early, so he didn’t get that chance.
When Taehyung arrived at work, he got scolded. He looked so unprofessional which he blamed on his hangover. “Sorry boss, it won’t happen again!” he vowed before he headed into his office. He froze when he saw an orange lily on top of his stack of paperwork. His eyes slowly widened as he picked the flower up and stared at the note beside it that read:
“To the cutest Dr. Thank you for everything, Dr. K.” He blushed and he couldn’t help how his heart raced in response. At that moment, the alarms went off like crazy and Taehyung frantically looked around. He knew right then that Jungkook had managed to escape the asylum by the way his boss screamed, but Taehyung could only hug his lily to his chest.
It was all over the news. The Joker causing chaos—as usual and Batman desperately attempting to stop him. Taehyung heart raced as he watched the Tv with a worried expression. He knew Jimin was going after Jungkook too, but while everyone wanted him to be caught…Taehyung really didn’t. He didn’t want them to catch Jungkook and that should have scared him, but it didn’t. He smiled when he saw Jungkook laughing in the monitor.
“how could you have been so careless?! How did he escape?!” Everyone was losing their minds but especially Taehyung’s boss. Taehyung smiled to himself as he headed back into his office. He sat down on his chair and cried when he realized he was probably never going to see Jungkook again. Taehyung wiped his tears and forced a smile, “This is for the best…This is for the best. He deserves to be free. Everyone was so mean to him here…” he laughed gently as he stared at his lily. “I can’t believe he got me this flower. Was I really on your mind before you escaped, Jungkook?”
Taehyung sent Jimin a text that said ‘Good luck, Chim^2. Don’t get hurt pls! Love you <3’ He smiled as he grabbed his paperwork and filed it.
Many hours later, Jungkook was cuffed and dragged back into Arkham Asylum by the Batman. Everyone seemed to cheer but not Taehyung because his heart broke when he noticed the blood on Jungkook’s lips and nose. He glared at the Batman. They dragged Jungkook away, but Taehyung went into his room as soon as he was allowed.
Taehyung slowly walked into the white room and approached Jungkook, “H—Hey Jungkook. I came to clean up your wounds if that’s okay.” Taehyung sat on the cushioned ground in front of Jungkook before he cleaned the blood off his face. “I really didn’t want you to get caught.” He confessed. “I wanted you to be free.”
Jungkook’s smile slowly grew by his words, “Oh Dr. K. Do you wanna know a secret?” He smiled when Taehyung slowly nodded in response. Jungkook leaned in closely to Taehyung and it was so close, Taehyung couldn’t help but blush. He whispered, “I’m not that easy to catch. Would you believe that I missed you?” Taehyung clearly looked lost which made Jungkook laugh. He leaned in closer to him, their lips inches away from each other. “I wanted to come back to you.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened from his words and his heart raced as his body nearly gave out on him when Jungkook leaned in and kissed him deeply. It was softer than he expected but it was ten times more addicting than he imagined. He kissed him back desperately. They kissed each other roughly; their need to taste one another was clear. Taehyung moaned into the kiss when Jungkook took control. Their tongues danced together, and it was dangerously addicting to kiss Jungkook, but he didn’t want to stop. Their lips molded perfectly together but then it hit the psychiatrist. Everything sunk in and he quickly pulled away.
Taehyung breathed heavily as he whispered, “I have to go!” He ran out of the room, but Jungkook’s smile only grew as he stared at the ceiling.
Jimin was in the mood to celebrate when Taehyung stumbled into their apartment. His cheeks were flushed and his best friend’s eyes nearly sparkled. Jimin frowned when he saw his best friend. “Hey what’s with you?” he frowned. “I wanted to celebrate that the psycho was caught but, Tae…what’s wrong?”
That questioned weighed Taehyung down because he knew that there was no way in hell Jimin would ever accept these abrupt emotions of his. Alright so they weren’t so abrupt, but Taehyung wished they would vanish. He stared at his best friend for a moment before he swallowed dryly. “Jimin, I wish I could tell you, but I don’t think you want to know.”
Jimin was surprised by that, “What are you talking about, Tae? Of course, I want to know. We’ve been best friends forever; you can tell me anything. You know that, right?” He was apprehension because he worried that his best friend couldn’t confide in him for whatever reason. He concluded that the reason must be really bad.
His best friend’s kind words caused him to whimper and run into his arms for a tight embrace, “I’m so sorry. I am so sorry.” Jimin hugged him back and tried to console him as best as he could, but he was so confused. He couldn’t envision the reasoning behind what bothered Taehyung. He didn’t want to push it because he knew Taehyung would eventually tell him. He was sure of it.
“Do you wanna cuddle tonight? Would that cheer you up?”
Taehyung laughed at that suggestion and he nodded. They used to cuddle more when Jimin first became a police officer due to Taehyung having literal nightmares of losing his best friend. He couldn’t picture his life if he ever lost his best friend—the only person that truly loved him.
They cuddled that night, but Taehyung’s dreams were invaded by Jungkook. It was an amazing dream where he was in his arms as they kissed. The kiss was as addicting as he remembered, and he yearned to savor it as much as he could. He felt Jungkook’s body against his and it drove him crazy with how badly he wanted to feel him. He so desperately wanted him. Jungkook would be his and Taehyung would be Jungkook’s—he felt that profoundly in his heart.
Jungkook had so much power over Taehyung—even in his dreams, but the psychiatrist didn’t care. He would give anything to be in Jungkook’s arms once again because his body desperately craved his warmth. He would give anything to feel his lips against his own once again. He was willing to lose himself completely to the clown prince of Gotham City. And in his dreams, that’s exactly what he did.
In a bathroom inside of Arkham Asylum, Taehyung splashed cold water on his face as he whispered to himself, “Get a hold of yourself.” He shook his head quickly as he looked at his reflection and forced himself to breathe slowly. “What are you doing to me Jungkook?”
It was during their “play time” when Jungkook could not hold himself back anymore. He laughed loudly as he slammed another patient against the wall and brutally attacked them. He continued to laugh even when he was dragged away from the bleeding patient. They punished Jungkook and shoved him back into his isolated, white room.
Jungkook leaned against the wall as he stared at the ceiling. It didn’t take long until Taehyung slowly walked into the room, and when he did, Jungkook looked at him and cracked a smile when the psychiatrist initially avoided his eyes. “You’ve been avoiding me, Dr. K. I’ve got to say that I have genuinely missed your pretty face.” he complimented in his usual husky voice and Taehyung exhaled deeply and tried not to dwell on his need to close their space.
“Why did you attack another patient? Jungkook you were doing well, why—”
“Have you ever felt true excitement Dr.? You ever been so carefree that no other moment could possibly compare?”
The question surprised Taehyung, “…of c—course.”
That surprised Jungkook even if deep down he seriously questioned his honesty, “Really? And when was that?” Taehyung stared at him as he bit his lips together nervously and though he tried to contain himself, his cheeks betrayed him as he blushed lightly. His eyes looked like they sparkled and Jungkook nearly smirked as he spoke once more, “Well? Tell me.” He laughed when Taehyung looked puzzled, “Unless you’ve never experienced it—”
He really didn’t think because if he would have, he wouldn’t have said, “When we kissed—” he covered his mouth almost immediately as the words had slipped out, and he was so embarrassed, he looked away from him.
Jungkook’s smile spread and it nearly touched his eyes before he spoke, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our kiss Dr. K. You really are quite the charmer. What are you doing to me?” He laughed when Taehyung only looked even more embarrassed.
“I didn’t mean to—I shouldn’t have. It was completely unprofessional and I’m sorry. I am so sorr—”
“I hate apologies. They’re useless to me Dr, so don’t waste your breath on one for me.”
Taehyung bit his lips together to stop anymore apologies from slipping out. “Can we just go back to how we were…please?”
Jungkook’s voice darkened and Taehyung truly believed he was being hypnotized, “Is that really what you want?” He asked in a way that almost made Taehyung question himself because was this really what he wanted?
He hesitated before he responded in a shaky voice, “Y—Yes…”
Jungkook only smiled, seemingly unbothered by it, “Anything you want Dr. K. Your wish is my command. “
That was a relief—even if it stung his heart gently. Taehyung smiled gently as he looked at his patient. Their eyes met and it caused Taehyung’s heart to pound as he whispered, “Shall we have our session now?”
Two weeks later, during another one of their sessions, Taehyung was laughing happily, “You can’t be serious.” He palmed his mouth gently to stop himself, but he couldn’t stop himself from giggling. It had been too long since he had felt so carefree.
Jungkook smiled as he made a cross over his heart with his first finger, “I am. Cross my heart. Would I ever lie to you?” He asked as he leaned in closer, and even though there was a steel table that separated them, Taehyung felt so dangerously close to him. The psychiatrist looked away from Jungkook’s dark gaze and he smiled to himself.
“I don’t know. You tell me…would you ever lie to me?”
“Never.” Jungkook answered simply and Taehyung’s eyes widened but then they softened as their eyes met. They stared at one another for a moment and Taehyung could feel himself leaning closer to him. It was like a force of nature and he just couldn’t help himself. But then Taehyung’s phone rang and Jungkook internally groaned when Taehyung cleared his throat before answering.
“Hello?”
Taehyung stood quickly, his face appearing broken as he whimpered, “W—What?” He immediately trembled as their words sunk in. “Is he okay?!” Taehyung cried when he realized that his world could easily turn into something so dark, but he spoke in between gritted teeth, “Who did this to him?” There was a pause and then Taehyung looked at Jungkook through teary eyes and he continued to stare at him as he hung up the phone. “Y—Your men shot my best friend—”
Jungkook cracked a smile as he stared at Taehyung with such intensity in his eyes, the psychiatrist was frozen in place, “Not possible. They don’t move without daddy’s orders—”
“They said it was your men because they had the marks and the—”
“I have no reason to lie to you.” Jungkook answered simply and he thought that would have been enough for Taehyung, but it clearly wasn’t. Taehyung grabbed his things immediately while Jungkook just watched him in silence.
“I have to go.” Taehyung muttered before he left the room and Jungkook watched him as he disappeared out of the room.
At the hospital, Taehyung rushed in and inquired for his best friend. When he knew what room he was in, he rushed in without a single glance at the nurses in the hallway. “J—Jimin!” Taehyung cried out as he rushed to his side.
Jimin held onto his best friend’s hand tightly and he reassured him, “I’m here…I’m here…” he told him gently. Taehyung knew he should have been the one consoling his best friend and not the other way around, but he couldn’t help himself. He always feared of this moment and so he remained by his side for the night. Taehyung fell asleep on the chair in Jimin’s room.
The following morning, Jimin smiled to himself when he saw his best friend asleep. “Tae.” He spoke gently and cracked a smile when Taehyung didn’t wake. “Tae, wake up.” He urged in a louder voice, but it remained gentle.
Taehyung hummed in his sleep, but when he remembered where he was, his eyes widened instantly, “ChimChim?!” He quickly rushed to his side as he asked in a gentle voice, “Are you okay? Do you need food, water—”
Jimin laughed as he shook his head, “I’m okay, Tae.” He smiled at him and Taehyung looked at him with a gentle expression. “I don’t know what they told you but I’m okay…the bullet grazed me but they really beat me.” He shook his head as he grimaced at the memory of the men that had surrounded him. “I was out cold, and I really didn’t think I would ever wake up again.”
Taehyung hesitated but he really needed to know, “What did they look like?”
Jimin frowned, “It was the Joker’s minions—”
“What makes you so sure?”
Jimin was surprised by the question because it should have been obvious that the Joker’s minions would feel animosity towards him for having captured him previously. He stared at Taehyung and tried to picture what the men wore when they surrounded him. “They ambushed me, Tae. It was dark and I thought I saw a flash of clowns, but I’m not actually sure. I just feel like it was them…they haunt me.”
Taehyung sat on the edge of the bed, “Don’t strain yourself.” He advised as he stared at Jimin with a slight sad smile on his lips, “You promised you wouldn’t get hurt.”
Jimin laughed at that, “Tae, I promised that when I was just starting out—with paperwork.”
Taehyung shook his head and spoke in an endearing voice, “A promise is a promise.”
Jimin grinned, grateful to be with his best friend, “I promise that I will be careful, don’t worry.” He gently reached forward and lightly caressed his best friend’s cheek.
Taehyung leaned into his hand and he smiled as he spoke, “That’s what I like to hear. Want me to get you some water?” He offered once again because he concluded that Jimin had to have been thirsty by now.
“Please?”
Taehyung stood up and walked towards the door, “Of course! I will be right back.”
Two days later, at Arkham Asylum, Taehyung walked into Jungkook’s room where Jungkook waited for him on a chair and the psychiatrist smiled sadly, “He’s okay.”
Jungkook couldn’t help it, he just needed to tease, his psychiatrist, “Oh, how great! You wouldn’t believe the sleep I was losing because of this.” He smiled maliciously and Taehyung wasn’t surprised. He knew the two of them hated one another.
Taehyung shook his head as they sat across from one another. “I doubt that.” He was silent for a moment and Jungkook only looked at him curiously because he knew there was something in his mind. “Your guys really didn’t do this? How can you be so sure?”
“I told you. They follow my orders and if I don’t give an order, they don’t do anything at all.” He attempted to explain, but Jungkook understood why someone would doubt that.
Taehyung shook his head, “You really have that much influence? I’m jealous.” He whispered the last bit, and though he meant it as a joke, a small part of him really was jealous. Not enough people ever took him seriously and that pissed him off when he really dwelled on it.
Jungkook stared at him, internally contemplating his next approach—he was mainly contemplating his tone and how aggressive he wanted to be. “Listen sweetheart—” He began and Taehyung’s eyes widened at the pet name. “—don’t take this the wrong way but I’ve noticed how much you rely on this—” his voice trailed off because he wasn’t sure he could say his name without vomiting a little and so his jaw clenched as he muttered, “—Jimin boy.”
Taehyung frowned at that because he didn’t understand the problem. “Rely on him?” He nearly scoffed because of course he relied on someone that has been with him through just about everything that mattered. “Well, he is my best friend.” He concluded simply and Jungkook’s eyes narrowed a bit.
“You’re living in his shadow…let me guess, you wouldn’t do anything that Jimin wouldn’t approve of.” Jungkook concealed a smirk when Taehyung could only stare at him with unblinking eyes. “You couldn’t get an approval from your parents and so you rely on Jimin’s approval.” He concluded and Taehyung’s stomach twisted. “When will you do something for yourself? When will you do what you want to do?” he paused and continued when Taehyung looked down at the table, his words clearly affecting him. “Doesn’t the idea of being free from all of these burdens tempt you?”
Taehyung breathed slowly, his heart feeling strange because Jungkook had hit a nerve. “…I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but let’s move on. We should start our session.” He spoke as clearly as he could, but he avoided Jungkook’s eyes and stared at his notebook instead. But then Jungkook’s eyes glanced down at his predicament and Taehyung nodded before he helped him out of the straitjacket.
Jungkook comfortably lied down on the large couch in the room.
“I have to conduct a psychiatric evaluation—my boss has really been demanding this for a while. This is okay, right?” He wanted to make sure that Jungkook was completely aware of the purpose of his questions.
Jungkook placed his arms behind his head and he smiled as he stared at the ceiling. “Yes.”
“How have you been feeling lately?”
“Stuck.” He answered so quickly that it took Taehyung a moment to understand what he had just said.
“What do you mean by that?”
“You should know Dr. K. I have always felt so enticed with control. I have always had control over others. I have escaped through my madness for all these years, but now…” His tone fell and Taehyung stared at him with widened eyes. “I can’t even escape into madness.” He paused for a moment and Taehyung tried to assume what he meant, but he was far off. “You become content with how you are.” Jungkook proceeded. “You accept your demons and even play with them. Regardless of what anyone else thinks, but then—” he paused once more, and he appeared completely lost in his thoughts. “And then you meet someone who changes your life. And you feel like you don’t even know who you are anymore.” He laughed as he thought about his life a year ago. “Isn’t it funny how one little encounter can cleave little pieces from your past?”
Taehyung opened his mouth to respond, but Jungkook continued. “It deforms your memory and priorities until you rethink your whole identity—and you realize how foolish it all is—” He broke into a small chuckle. “Your laughter reverberates off the walls of your own emptiness.” He would have appeared torn by it, but he found almost everything hilarious at that point in his life.
Taehyung nearly forgot to breathe as he took in every word he spoke to his heart. He wrote down a few notes down onto his notebook. “O—Okay…I’m gonna need a few more specifics. How about we try word association?”
Jungkook smiled in excitement, but his voice was surprisingly calm, “That sounds delightful.”
“Acceptance.”
Jungkook nearly scoffed, but he did roll his eyes as he muttered, “That’s a bit cliched, don’t you think?”
Taehyung held his pen above his page, ready to jot down whatever comes into his patient’s mind. “Just try, please.”
“As long as you accept my insanity, that’s all that matters.”
Taehyung shook his head as he chuckled because what a fucking flirt, “Come on, be serious. How about I change the word…will you be serious for at least one?” He nearly pleaded because his career seriously depended on it.
Jungkook thought for a moment, but then he smiled wickedly, “Of course.”
Taehyung told himself that he had just gone to evaluate his patient, and that was it, but the way Jungkook spoke—his words and that small, natural growl behind his voice had him completely hypnotized.
His words had touched him in a way that was completely unexpected. Sure, he already had some kind of hold on him but Taehyung believed he could ignore it. Move on with his life, but imagine his surprise when Jungkook practically confessed to him.
"Fate."
“I love this word!” Jungkook had laughed. “I used to think of fate as evil—predetermined, not by some God, but more by human nature. But it’s all changed.”
“What changed?” Taehyung quivered.
“Have you ever felt like your entire life has been building towards this one moment?”
“Is that really how you feel?”
“Well at this very moment, yes. I do. Now I realize that all the battles, the bad days, the brutalities—it was all the hand of Fate at work.”
“So now you see Fate differently?”
Jungkook laughed deeply, “Absolutely! Now I understand. There are no chance encounters. It was all meant to be. Everything has led to this moment and who I’ve met along the way.”
“So you’ve met someone special?”
“Yes. And you might say that it’s changed everything.”
“Everything?” Taehyung’s eyes widened.
“Yes. Do you realize how vile this world is? How lonely it would be for you to go through it all alone? Without someone to really understand how you really feel inside.”
“I guess it can be pretty lonely, isn’t it? I mean I have Jimin, but he’s so strong…he doesn’t depend on me the way I have depended on him.”
“Of course! Now you understand. Even with dozens around you they don't really know you. They wouldn't even hear you scream if you dared to. Because they don't actually care.”
Taehyung stayed quiet for a moment before he whispered, “And how does that make you feel?”
“I feel like I've never felt before. Like life has just changed completely, but it's so exciting,” He laughed lightly.
“Tell me more about how this person makes you feel,” he cleared his throat.
“It's like meeting someone I can actually relate to. You’d understand if you weren't afraid to let go and fall-
“I’m not afraid.” Taehyung challenged.
“It’s like free falling…without a parachute. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
“I thought you would.” Jungkook’s smile grew as he looked at the psychiatrist.
“May I ask…who this person is?”
“It’s someone very special but whose real name I don’t even know yet.”
Taehyung’s heart nearly dropped with that response, he swallowed dryly before he said. “It’s Taehyung. Kim Taehyung.”
The Joker. That was one of his sides, but Taehyung had started to discover another side of him that no one else had the privilege to see. Jungkook was so much more than just the Joker—the Clown villain that caused mayhem every chance he had. Taehyung slowly began to realize that they had so much more in common than he would like to admit. He’s never caused harm on anyone before, but the loneliness…the craziness… it was all too surreal. He became a psychiatrist to escape his own madness, but staring into Jungkook’s eyes made him realize that perhaps he never truly escaped.
“What a lovely name.” His voice was hoarse, he nearly growled as he approached his shrink. “I bet all your friends call you Tae…but I don’t want to call you what they call you.”
Taehyung swallowed dryly as he looked at him, his eyes unblinking as he waited in anticipation. He glanced at Jungkook’s lips for a moment.
“I’m gonna call you baby, and you’re gonna call me daddy.” He lightly brushed Taehyung’s lips with the tip of his first finger. Taehyung could hardly breathe and that made Jungkook half smile, “Do you like the sound of that?” he gently caressed his cheek.
“Yes, daddy.” He spoke breathlessly. There was no initial hesitation because Taehyung knew this was what he truly wanted. Jungkook didn't know much about being gentle. He pinned Taehyung against the cushioned wall, his eyes scanned the beauty before him. Taehyung could hardly breathe from the anticipation; he nearly began to sweat just from looking at Jungkook's lips.
Jungkook wrapped his hand on Taehyung's nape before he pulled him into a deep kiss. As soon as their lips linked once again they moaned in unison. They kissed each other desperately, their lips molding together perfectly as they held onto each other tightly. The psychiatrist’s fingers dug into his patient’s shoulders. He was already hard from his words, how he had such an effect on him he’ll never understand, but he rocked their hips together.
Jungkook was rough, his kisses were rough and the way he held onto the psychiatrist was more so of a possessive nature. He pulled his tie off, his dress shirt and his blazer before he tossed them to the side. The patient ran his fingers up his hips and Taehyung trembled in response, his body was burning up as they kissed each other roughly; his lips were already red and swollen but he had no desire to stop.
He didn’t think he could stop. He stripped Jungkook as quickly as he could, his vision blurring from how consumed he was with desire. He stared at his patient’s tattoos and without hesitation he leaned in and kissed the ones on his chest. He ran his tongue through his clavicle before he moved up to his Adam’s apple. Jungkook tilted his head back, he breathed heavily as his fingers dug into Taehyung’s hips.
He pulled his psychiatrist’s pants and underwear down before he cupped his ass to hold him closer. Taehyung kicked them off of him. They both moaned as their erections brushed together. Jungkook reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of both of their hard cocks; his grip was strong and Taehyung rolled his eyes back for a moment.
He kissed him desperately, his head was spinning and he swore this was nothing like he’s ever felt before. He needed Jungkook. “Please.” He pleaded as their tongues roughly danced together, and he whined when Jungkook moved his hand against the top of their dicks, he spread their precum together. He bit Taehyung’s lower lip for a moment before his tongue darted into his hot mouth.
“It’s gonna hurt-” Jungkook laughed darkly, but he looked into Taehyung’s eyes for half a second before he scanned his body for a moment. They didn’t have any condoms, lube or anything really, but neither of them cared.
“Good.” Taehyung whispered. “Make it hurt, daddy.”
“You’re such a good baby,” Jungkook pressed his finger down on his lips before he nearly pushed him to the ground. He pinned Taehyung on his stomach, he spread his legs apart before he leaned in dug his tongue into his puckered pink hole. Taehyung was seeing stars, his body nearly convulsing as the pleasure became more intense. His heart was pounding hard against his chest, goosebumps decorated his body as he trembled.
He quivered, “Oh…Ah that feels good…”
Jungkook ran his tongue against the rim, he pushed a finger into him and stretched him for a moment before he added another finger. He ran his tongue across Taehyung’s left ass cheek, he sucked on the skin hard until he left a mark. He left plenty of marks.
He got on his knees, pulled Taehyung up before he slammed his dick into him. The psychiatrist nearly screamed from the mixture of pain and pleasure, his body was shaking as he tried to hold himself up. Jungkook’s fingers dug into his hips as he continued to pound into him roughly. “Let me hear you baby,” he nearly cooed through his small growl.
Taehyung had covered his mouth to silence his loud moans, but he could hardly contain them. He cried out, “Daddy!” he reached over to hold onto his hand, but Jungkook pushed him down a bit. Taehyung whined when he pushed his dick deeper into him; the feeling made him tremble, “Augh!” his eyes rolled back. The sound of their skin slapping together was becoming his sanctuary. He bit his lower lip and cried when Jungkook leaned down and bit into his nape. He sucked on the skin roughly before he moved to nibble on Taehyung’s ear.
He blew into his ear which made Taehyung groan, “Be a good baby and touch yourself for daddy.” The psychiatrist didn’t hesitate as he reached down to touch himself, he roughly moved his hand up and down his length. He whimpered at the sensitivity, he moved his head back and moaned as they kissed each other roughly.
Taehyung pushed back against him as their tongues toyed together. Addicted. That was the best way to describe how Taehyung felt because there was nothing else but Jungkook. Nothing else mattered anymore.
His breathes became shallow, he cried out as his orgasm neared, but Jungkook reached down and squeezed his head, “Don’t. Not until I say so.” His voice was dark, he leaned down and bit into Taehyung’s neck.
Taehyung was panting, he whined “Please daddy, let me-”
“Not yet.” He ran his tongue across his mark. He pushed Taehyung down, wrapped his hand around his hair and pulled a bit as he pounded into him. He clenched his jaw as he watched Taehyung breaking beneath him. Jungkook licked his lips as he moaned deeply, he was amused from how submissive his psychiatrist proved to be. He was unfolding completely, right before his eyes and he couldn’t deny the immense satisfaction it gave him. He enjoyed this more than he previously thought he would.
Taehyung cried out, his vision nearly blackened with every deep thrust “Please daddy, let me cum.” He was drenched his own sweat mixed with Jungkook’s and he could hardly breathe through the heat. “Plea-Please.” He whined.
Jungkook couldn’t help it. He pulled out of him, flipped him so he would be on his back before he got closer to him. They panted in unison as they stared at each other for a moment. Jungkook thrusted into him, deeply, and Taehyung held onto his arms. He ran his fingers down his tattoos. He shuddered when Jungkook rubbed his thumb against his swollen tip.
They kissed each other heavily, their lips completely red from how swollen they were but that didn’t stop them. Jungkook laughed before he bit into Taehyung’s lower lip, he pulled a bit and whispered in a hoarse voice, “You’re so good, baby.” The compliment made Taehyung feel even more whole, “You wanna cum?” He nodded eagerly but mewled when Jungkook rocked his hips into his, his body was shuddering. Taehyung watched him, his body quivering as his patient’s lips protruded for a moment, he came into him and he moaned deeply.
He was shaking as he started to rub Taehyung’s swollen dick roughly, “Then cum.” He smirked and at that moment, Taehyung’s eyes rolled back, his back arched and he cried out loudly as his orgasm took the last bit of energy he still had. His hands gripped onto Jungkook’s arms and he whimpered as his body shook. He breathed heavily, lost in his high as Jungkook leaned down and kissed his temple.
Jungkook reached for Taehyung’s clothes and he helped him only with his underwear. They both knew he would become drenched in his patient’s cum but that just made everything so much more exciting—at least for Jungkook it did. Taehyung was too exhausted to think. He looked at Jungkook and cracked a smile. His body was already sore, but he forced himself to stand and quickly dress himself.
Jungkook got dressed too, and Taehyung helped him by putting on his straightjacket again. “I-I should go…” he cleared his throat but he grinned from ear to ear as he looked at his patient with loving eyes.
Jungkook smiled at him before he leaned in and kissed him deeply, “I’ll see you soon, Dr. K.” He winked at him.
Taehyung’s heart pounded quickly as he chuckled, “Of course. I’ll see you soon…” he laughed as he stole one last kiss and ran out of the room. He nearly stumbled out of there, he tried to fix himself as best as he could but he was so high off of his own happiness that he could hardly bring himself to care of how he looked.
He couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face the whole way home.
He stumbled into Jimin and his apartment, and he was surprised when his best friend approached him with a bright smile. But his smile slowly faded, “Taehyung…what happened to you?” He noticed the way Taehyung not only limped but he also looked messy. His hair was disheveled, and his lips appeared a bit bruised.
“What do you mean?” Taehyung couldn’t stop smiling.
Jimin looked at him for a moment, and then he pointed to the red mark on the side of his best friend’s neck. “Is that a hickey?” he stopped for a moment. “I thought you were working-” Taehyung covered the mark quickly. “Taehyung is that what you’ve been hiding from me? Are you seeing someone?”
Chapter 2: Machine Gun
Summary:
....basically jjk encourages kth to get him a machine gun...
Notes:
This scene happens at the end of Episode 4
Here's the link if you want to understand the whole story
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTKCGbNJucY
Chapter Text
At Taehyung and Jimin’s apartment. Taehyung had stumbled into his apartment with the widest smile on his face. He wouldn’t be able to wipe it away even if he tried. Jimin approached him with a smile, but it slowly faded when he realized how messy his best friend appeared. Taehyung looked messy with his hair disheveled, his lips almost bruised and he even limped a bit.
“Taehyung, what happened to you?”
It was stupid of him to ask, “What do you mean?” when his smile was spread from ear to ear.
Jimin pointed to the red mark on the side of his best friend’s neck. “Is that a hickey?” he paused, and it was evident that he was bothered by this. “I thought you were working—” Taehyung covered his mark with his hand as he tried to play it off, but Jimin spoke before him, “Taehyung is that what you have been hiding from me? Are you seeing someone?”
He immediately shook his head, “I’m not seeing anyone—” he lied but Jimin wasn’t buying it.
“Don’t lie to me, Taehyung.”
Taehyung looked at him for a moment before he exhaled deeply, but he managed to crack a smile. He shook his head and bit his lips together because he was seriously struggling with himself. He had no idea what he could say to Jimin.
Jimin looked away from him but crossed his arms over his chest, “Taehyung, I’m very worried about you. I respect you and your privacy, but you look like you were beat up.” He spoke honestly and Taehyung wanted to laugh at that, but that would have to wait.
“Well…I wasn’t. Don’t worry, Chim Chim. I am fine.” He smiled brightly to ease his worry, but then he limped towards his room and Jimin felt uneasy as he watched him. He couldn’t remain in place so he followed him, “Tae, talk to me please.” His voice softened and he practically begged. “Jimin, please.” Taehyung laughed to ease him, and he turned to face him before placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Don’t. Worry.” He insisted.
Taehyung’s smile was wide and his eyes were almost sparkling as he looked into his best friend’s eyes. Jimin nodded, but he couldn’t shake the uneasiness. There was something wrong. He just knew it. Taehyung leaned in and pecked his cheek, “Goodnight. Sweet dreams, Chim Chim.”
Jimin whispered, “Goodnight, Tae…”
The following morning, Taehyung was completely naked, and he stared at his reflection. His body was decorated in hickeys and bruises. He had hand prints by his hips and hickeys ran down his neck and nape, but even so, he smiled brightly as his heart nearly skipped a beat in contentment. He became addicted to the marks because they made the feeling all too real. He ran his fingers down the marks and pressed gently on them until it stung. He smiled at his reflection as he remembered how deeply he craved Jungkook to hold him even tighter, so the marks were a bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one.
Taehyung got dressed and tried not to limp his way into the kitchen.
Jimin sat at the table, eating quietly but when he saw Taehyung, he stopped, “We should do something fun today.” He suggested with a smile.
Taehyung sat beside him before pouring himself some cereal, “Like what?”
“Can we pleeeeeeeease go to the water park today? You don’t have to go through the slides or the deeper end of the pool. Just…please?”
Taehyung tried to suppress the sudden dread that overtook him, and he stifled a giggle, “You just got out of the hospital, I think we should hold off—”
Jimin inched closer, “Please. Pleeeease. I nearly died and I don’t want to die before we go to one.” He knew that would convince him and though he felt a little guilty for saying that, he knew that Taehyung couldn’t refuse.
“Alright fine. Let’s go to a water park.”
When they arrived at the water park, they changed into the locker room. Jimin’s eyes widened when he saw the marks that decorated his best friend’s body. “What the fuck happened to you?!” He exclaimed.
He was ready to hurt whoever did that to him but Taehyung only smiled and whispered, “I had a good night.” He winked and walked out of the locker room.
Taehyung sat on the edge of the pool, his feet were dipped into the water. He smiled when he saw Jimin going down the slides because he knew this was something his best friend had wanted for a long time. He then glanced at the kids playing and he smiled to himself when he couldn’t help but wonder what Jungkook was doing. Well he wondered if he was thinking of him too.
Jimin approached him, “You sure you don’t want to go in? I’ll help—”
Taehyung shook his head, “No, I’m okay. I’ll just stay here.” He thought it would just end there and Jimin would go and have fun, but of course his best friend sat beside him.
“Tae, you know I wouldn’t let you drown. You have nothing to be afraid of.”
“I’m not afraid.” He looked at him and smiled gently as he nudged him to go and have fun. “Go. You’ve been waiting for years to be here.” Jimin grinned as he stood and around to dive into the deep end of the pool and Taehyung could only watch him and smile. He watched him for a moment longer and then he lied down on a beach chair to enjoy the sunlight.
At Arkham Asylum, the nurse walked into Jungkook’s room and she looked around before she whispered, “Time for your meds.” She was trembling as she held the pills in one hand and the cup of water in the other hand.
Jungkook sat up and watched her with a malicious smile, “You’re back! I didn’t think I would see you again after last time.” He laughed at the memory of him biting her fingers until nearly slicing them off. It was a fond memory.
The nurse was trembling, but still, she approached him, “I’m just here to give you your medication.”
Jungkook hummed, “You already said that dear.” Though he had his straitjacket on to restrain his arms, but that still didn’t stop the nurse from feeling worried. She knelt before the patient.
“Don’t make my job difficult. Just take the pills.” She wanted to plead but her pride didn’t let her. “Open your mouth.”
Jungkook leaned in closer to her, but his eyes didn’t avert from looking into hers. “You know Nurse, so many others have tried poisoning me, stabbing me, shooting me—” His smile only grew as he spoke and the nurse tried to calm down. “And none have ever been successful in taking me out. Why do you think that is?”
“I—I don’t know—”
“Instinct.” Jungkook explained simply, but he burst out laughing when her eyes widened lightly. “I bet yours is telling you to quit your job and stay the hell away from me.” His husky voice only darkened as he added, “You should have listened to it.”
Loud screams pierced through the cushioned walls. Blood decorated the room as well as the clown’s straitjacket. Guards rushed in and were horrified by the scene, and so they dragged him out of his room, but it only made him laugh even more sinister.
When Taehyung returned to the asylum, he was welcomed with his boss screaming. Jaebum, his boss, was fuming as he spoke loudly, “In your evaluation you said he was getting better—that you were seeing improvement!”
“I am—I w—was!” Taehyung shook his head, his eyes widened in horror as his mind raced. “Maybe the nurse did something or said something that—”
“Don’t you dare try to defend that maniac, Taehyung!” Jaebum glared at him and Taehyung bit his tongue, but he knew he couldn’t remain silent when he was genuinely confused.
“I have seen improvement in him. I don’t understand what could have happened.” Taehyung attempted to explain.
Jaebum tiredly placed his palm on his forehead as he muttered, “If it were up to me, that maniac would get the death penalty.”
“I should talk to him.”
“No, we’re keeping him isolated for at least 48 hours.” Jaebum argued, but of course Taehyung couldn’t drop it. Mainly because he really, desperately wanted to see Jungkook. He needed to know he was okay.
“He’s my patient and I have to see him. I just want to understand.”
“He’s a psychopath, Taehyung. He’s a lost cause. There is nothing you can do for him.” Jaebum dismissed him once again and Taehyung looked away from him before his expression revealed too much. He was irritated but there wasn’t much he could say or do. He had to wait and it killed him.
Two days later. Jungkook had been punished harder than usual. The shock therapy proving to not be enough when all he could do was cackle in response. They abused him, drugged him and nearly tortured him because they were honestly sick of him. Most of them wanted him dead.
Jungkook was tied to a bed when Taehyung slipped into his room at least. He had been nervous to finally see him, and when their eyes met, he approached him with a sad smile. “Why did you do this, Jungkook?”
He couldn’t help himself because the image of the nurse made him burst into laughter. “That bitch had it coming.”
Taehyung sat on his bed and waited patiently before asking, “What did she do?”
“She wanted to poison me.”
Taehyung didn’t want to believe it, but he knew everyone despised Jungkook, and well—he couldn’t really blame them. Still, he shook his head in disbelief, “What makes you so sure?”
“Instinct. I just know these things. Trust me, honey.”
Taehyung nodded, and he was overcome with how badly he had missed Jungkook, and so he reached for him and gently caressed his arm. “I believe you.” He finally said and that pleased the clown.
“She deserved far worse.”
Taehyung exhaled tiredly, “I can’t be here for too long, but I’ll come back early tomorrow.”
“Aw, I’ll miss your pretty face, baby. Far more pleasant to look at than these bland walls.” Jungkook complimented him, and Taehyung’s smile only grew until it nearly touched his eyes.
“I’ll miss you too.” He confessed in a gentle voice. “They want to give you the death penalty.” He disclosed, but quickly added, “I won’t let it happen.” He reassured him, but Jungkook didn’t seem bothered.
He laughed, “I’m surprised they haven’t sent me to the electric chair yet.”
Taehyung shook his head, “Batman would never allow it. He really hopes that you will change someday.” That only incited Jungkook to laugh even louder than before at the mention of his dear friend.
“Oh Batsy, I knew he couldn’t live without me.”
The psychiatrist felt brave as he leaned in and pecked Jungkook’s nose, “I wouldn’t let them hurt you either.”
Jungkook was so pleased to hear that and his smile grew wider before he spoke, “Oh, I know you wouldn’t, baby. You’re just so good to me.” He cooed and Taehyung’s smile grew as he leaned in and pecked his lips. He wanted to stay and nibble on his lips longer, but he had to leave before his boss charged in and dragged him out.
The next day, Taehyung was scheduled to evaluate his patient and as soon as Jungkook was pushed inside, he untied him. They sat across one another in the steel desk and when their eyes met, Taehyung swooned. “I brought you a kitty.” Taehyung giggled as he pulled out a small, kitten plush.
“Aw, baby you shouldn’t have.” Jungkook’s suggestive smile only grew slightly as their eyes remained on one another for a moment. Taehyung smiled shyly as he nervously twirled his fingers together.
“Will you do something for me?”
“Will you do something for me?”
Taehyung had his arms crossed on the steel table, his eyes nearly sparkling as he looked into Jungkook’s much darker ones—which was a huge contrast to his bright smile. He played with his fingers, his lips pursed into a smile, “Anything,” he said immediately but then he cleared his throat, “I mean—yea, of course.” He smiled cheekily. He resembled much more of an innocent child and Jungkook just couldn’t help himself.
Jungkook’s visage appeared broken which broke Taehyung’s heart for a second but then his patient approached him. The psychiatrist had already taken off his straight jacket, out of habit and comfort, so Jungkook pulled him close and ran his fingers down his plump lips. “It’s something...big…” He made a pop sound in between his lips.
Taehyung looked into his eyes, hypnotized, “Anything.” He whispered once more. Jungkook pushed his finger into his mouth, his smile grew when Taehyung sucked on his finger right then.
Jungkook leaned in and sucked on the side of his neck. Taehyung closed his eyes, involuntarily moaned as he began to give himself into his patient; he was practically melting. Jungkook bit into his neck before he sucked hard enough to leave a purple mark. His fingers dug into Taehyung’s waist as he possessively held him close to him. He trailed his tongue up his psychiatrist’s neck until he reached his lips, then he kissed him roughly. Nearly sucking on his lips as he kissed him heavily. Taehyung kissed him back, he wrapped his arms around him and moaned deeply.
He was melting, losing himself completely in his patient’s arms. Jungkook bit his lower lip and tugged it before his tongue darted into his mouth. Taehyung’s heart was racing as their tongue roughly toyed together. Jungkook pulled away, he groaned deeply as he breathed in slowly, “I want a machine gun.”
Taehyung was dazed, his voice nearly cracked as he said, “A machine gun?” He was surprised, but Jungkook’s plans didn’t hit him as hard as they should have.
“Yes.” His voice darkened. “Won’t you get one for me?”
Taehyung looked away for a second, but Jungkook didn’t want to give him time to think. He pushed Taehyung against the table, lifted him so he would sit on it before he began to unzip his pants. “I need one, baby. Won’t you do this for daddy?” his voice had softened but even then there was a bit of a growl behind his tone.
No clear thoughts served in the psychiatrist’s favor because he gripped onto his patient’s arms as kissed him deeply. Jungkook hooked his arm around him, his hand gripped onto the back of his head as he kissed him roughly. The psychiatrist mewled, his own lips eager to feed his addiction for the taste of his patient. They undressed each other almost instantly, their lust proving more important than anything else. Taehyung whined, softly whispering, “Daddy, I need you.” Before his fingers hooked around his patient’s clothes before he peeled them off. He tossed them to the side while Jungkook eagerly undressed him. He nearly tore the clothes right off of him.
But Taehyung didn’t care.
They moaned in unison as they kissed each other desperately, Jungkook’s hand held his erection, and Taehyung’s as well. He gripped a bit which made the psychiatrist whine gently. Taehyung ran his fingers down his patient’s tattoos—he had become attached to them. He leaned in and kissed the ones by his shoulders before he nipped at the skin.
Jungkook’s grip tightened a bit, he ran his thumb across the precum as he jerked both of their erections. Taehyung arched his back into him, he whimpered, “Oh…” He was trembling, coming undone against him. Jungkook continued to jerk their swollen dicks together while his other hand stretched his doctor’s hole.
The roughness only turned Taehyung on even further, he nearly came right then but Jungkook squeezed his swollen head. “Not yet.” His voice was dark, and his grin only grew when he noted Taehyung’s orgasm nearing.
Taehyung whined. He breathed heavily before he got off the table, got down on his knees and took Jungkook’s hard cock into his mouth. His patient hissed, his hand gripped around his hair as he watched him in awe. Taehyung bobbed his head against the length until it hit the back of his throat, his tongue brushed against the vein. “Baby,” Jungkook hummed lightly, “You’re doing so well.” He cooed, his fingers gently brushing against his brown locks and then he tugged.
Taehyung’s lips were red and swollen, and his jaw started to ache but he didn’t stop. He tasted his precum, and it only satisfied him further. Jungkook’s body convulsed a bit, but he gently pushed Taehyung, “Stop,” he whispered, he looked at his psychiatrist before he pulled him up and kissed him deeply. Taehyung closed his eyes and kissed him back; their lips molded together while they breathed heavily.
“You taste so good, baby.” Jungkook praised and Taehyung swore his heart swelled from hearing the compliment. He needed to hear him praise him more. He whimpered into his lips, their tongues desperately tasting one another.
“I want to feel you, daddy.”
“Not yet, baby.” He sucked on his lower lip, his hand holding onto their erections together. He jerked lightly. “Not until you do me that favor.” His voice sounded suggestive with a hint of sweetness to persuade the psychiatrist.
Taehyung was panting, his body convulsing as his patient’s hand rubbed against him; he was growing more and more sensitive by the second. “Daddy…” he whimpered. His orgasm drawing closer, his head was spinning so he gripped onto Jungkook’s arms for support.
Jungkook moaned softly, his own climax getting closer, but he watched Taehyung with a small smirk, “I’ll give you what you want when you do this for me…” his voice was dark, tempting Taehyung into doing absolutely anything for him. “Will you do this for daddy, baby?” he leaned in and pecked his jaw line.
Taehyung tilted his head back, his eyes rolled back as he whimpered out, “Y-Yes, I will.”
Jungkook pressed his forehead against Taehyung’s before he jerked them off harder. The psychiatrist cried out first, his body trembling as his semen spurted out onto Jungkook’s hand and stomach. He moaned deeply when Jungkook kissed him heavily. Jungkook groaned as he trembled through his own orgasm that decorated Taehyung’s stomach.
They panted together, trying to catch their breathes as they slowly came down from their high. Taehyung’s eyes were nearly glowing as he looked at Jungkook, his smile was bright as he whispered, “So where do I get a machine gun?”
Jungkook looked at him, becoming lost in his eyes for a moment before his smile grew. He had a naturally wicked smile, and Taehyung felt his heart pounding as they stared into each other’s eyes. Jungkook was impressed, he couldn’t deny that Taehyung was proving to be much more useful than he initially believed he would be. “You need to get it from my friends.”
“Your friends?”
Jungkook hummed, his fingers toyed with Taehyung’s lips, “Yea. You can do that this favor for me right baby?”
Taehyung’s smile grew, “Yes, daddy.”
Chapter 3: You like me best when I'm off my rocker
Summary:
...basically JK escapes the asylum...
Notes:
Lol there’s no smut but since there’s only two more chapters of Mad Love so I decided to add this on here as a present. Thank you to everyone for reading but pls check out the yt video version because the beginning of Episode 5 is missing (on here) thanks again,
you’re all amazing <3also, next chapter is the last! Then I’m continuing with Daddy’s Lil’Monster
Chapter Text
Taehyung snuck out of his apartment late at night—it was around 3 in the morning when he hugged a jacket around him. Jimin had been watching him because he knew something was wrong, and Taehyung noticed, so he was extra careful. Taehyung walked down the streets, scanning the signs around him.
Taehyung dug his hands into his pocket, and he looked around as he walked into a bleak alley. Taehyung could only hear his own footsteps as he went deeper into the alley. “Marco.” He called out and unsurprisingly his voice echoed. Taehyung exhaled deeply, he looked around him as he called on once more, “Marco!” he stopped when he saw a dark figure emerging from a corner and it approached him.
Zico, one of Jungkook’s loyal minions, laughed darkly when he saw Taehyung, “Polo. You’re a long way away from home.” He looked him up and down, silently studying him.
Taehyung looked at him and he was glad he stood a few feet away from him, “Jungkook sent me…”
Zico’s eyes widened, “Mr. J sent you? What does he need?”
Taehyung smiled when he noted how surprised he was to see him, “He said he wants a machine gun.”
Zico’s eyes brightened with excitement and his smile grew, “Stay right here.” He ordered and Taehyung stood alone for a few seconds, but those seconds felt like a lifetime. Part of him couldn’t believe what he was doing, but the other part of him told him he needed to do this for Jungkook. He deserved it.
Later that night, at a bowling alley, Jimin laughed teasingly as he watched his friend fail once more, “Wow Myungsoo! What happened? You used to be so much better at this.” He teased playfully and only snickered when Myungsoo groaned at a second miss.
“I can never win when I’m up against you two.” Myungsoo complained.
Jimin smiled at Taehyung, “I guess we’re just the ultimate team.”
Taehyung grinned before he stood from the seat, “My turn! Watch and learn sweetheart.” He winked at Myungsoo before he reached for a bowling ball. Taehyung moved delicately, nearly twirling on his toes before he swung the bowling ball. He cheered when he hit his third strike of the night. Jimin embraced him while they continued to tease Myungsoo.
Myungsoo exhaled deeply before he walked off to get food. Jimin and Taehyung sat on the table while they waited for their friend to return. Jimin reached for his best friend and gently twirled his fingers against Taehyung’s fingers as he spoke, “So did your boss give you a hard time?”
“Yeah. He was pissed after what happened to that nurse, but he knows I’m the only one that gets Jungkook to talk.”
Jimin frowned, “He should have received a bigger punishment for what he did to her. He’s fucked up in the head.” He grimaced as he gently shook his head.
“The death penalty won’t solve anything.” Taehyung attempted to reason with him, but Jimin seemed unconvinced.
He hesitated before he asked, “And what do you think? About Jungkook—I mean.” Jimin had a strange feeling that Taehyung wasn’t seeing the Joker for who he truly was, but there was a part of him that hoped his best friend realized how insane he was.
Taehyung was taken back by the question. “Me?”
“Well, you are his psychiatrist.” Jimin shrugged, “Some would say you know him the best.” He explained, but when Taehyung didn’t respond right away, Jimin continued, “So what do you think? Is there a chance he could get better or is he just really good at pretending?”
Taehyung chewed on his lower lip, and though he yearned to talk about Jungkook to his best friend, he thought of something else. “Remember when I was…lost? No one thought I could get better Jimin and—”
Jimin shook his head, “You were depressed, Tae. Sure, sometimes you would use people, but you never hurt anyone. Not like that clown. You got through it.” His words were so encouraging and Taehyung stared into his eyes.
He whispered, “Because of you.” He paused and his voice was filled with so much emotion, Jimin’s heart clenched. “You didn’t give up on me and because of that, I got through it.”
Jimin stared at him for a moment, consumed by his words because they meant everything to him. “I would never.” He vowed as he held his hand and smiled softly, “I love you Tae, I always have.”
Taehyung grinned from ear to ear because he was so grateful for his best friend, “I love you too, Jiminnie.” He kissed his hand lovingly.
Myungsoo returned to the table with a pizza in hand. They laughed as they ate and continued to talk about the move they had watched earlier.
The following night, Jungkook slowly stood from the corner of the room when Taehyung slipped into his room. Jungkook laughed darkly when he saw Taehyung return with a duffle bag in his hands, “Oh baby, you’re such a good boy.” He approaches him slowly, and when he reached for the bag Taehyung pulled it back. Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he half glared at his psychiatrist.
“I know what you’re gonna do and I honestly don’t care, but I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything, baby. You’ve done so much for me,” Jungkook’s voice had softened, he nearly reached to caress Taehyung, but instead formed his hand into a fist.
“You can’t hurt Jimin—ever. Promise me that you and your men won’t ever lay a finger on him.”
Jungkook was taken back for a moment, but then he chuckled as he slowly shook his head. He nearly growled, a threatening tone behind his words as he said, “If he stays out of my way-”
Taehyung wasn’t satisfied with that response. “No…even if he’s constantly around you. You can’t hurt him. Ever.”
Jungkook opened both of his hands, holding them near his head; his face unreadable as he whispered hoarsely, “I won’t.”
“Promise me.”
Jungkook made a cross above his heart with his first finger as he said, “I won’t hurt your friend.”
Taehyung’s smile grew as he looked into Jungkook’s eyes. “Thank you, daddy.” He whispered, his heart swelling up with happiness as he handed Jungkook the duffle bag with the machine gun inside.
Jungkook slowly opened it, his eyes widening and a deep gasp escaped his lips. "What a beauty" he laughed as he pulled out the machine gun with both hands. But then he put it to the side when he saw another gun. He pulled out a 500 magnum handgun. His wicked smile grew as he examined it. "Perfect."
“Are you proud of me?”
Jungkook hummed, “Very, honey. You’ll get your reward later tonight but for now…be a good boy and scream.” Taehyung turned, placing his back against his patient’s chest and he smiled when he wrapped his arm around his neck while the other hand held the gun to his temple. Jungkook leaned in and nibbled on his ear for a moment, “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”
Taehyung’s hands gripped the arm that nearly choked him, he took a deep breath before he shrieked, “HELP ME!!! PLEASE HELP ME!”
The guards had peeked into the small window and when they saw what was happening, they called it in. A few screamed into their radio.
“When the door opens, you’re gonna run to the corner of the room.” Jungkook ordered into Taehyung’s ear.
Before the doors opened, Jungkook lifted the machine gun and aimed it to the door. Taehyung ran to the corner of the room and covered himself. He jumped when Jungkook started shooting and he laughed as loud as the bullets came out. Blood stained the white walls.
Taehyung should have been terrified when he looked up and saw the walls covered in red. The pieces of flesh that was scattered around, and then he saw the bodies—but even then he felt nothing. He breathed heavily and watched as Jungkook ran out of the room.
The light dimmed and the alarms were blaring. Taehyung slowly stood, his heart pounding when he heard the screams. He recognized some of those screams and then he slowly approached the door. A trail of bodies were left behind.
Taehyung covered his ears, gunshots multiplied and that’s when he saw Jungkook’s friends in Batman masks—and they were shooting everyone on sight. Taehyung was frozen by the door, his eyes widening as blood splattered everywhere.
***
Jimin had been driving around a neighborhood because they had gotten a call about a disturbance. He was with Siwon as they looked around, but it was clear that nothing was going on. At least nothing they could see. “We should just call it a night. I don’t see anything wrong around here” Jimin had mumbled, tiredly.
Then the car radio went off:
We need all units at Arkham Asylum. The Joker's Clowns have broken in. I repeat, we need all units at Arkham Asylum immediately
Jimin’s eyes widened in horror, his heart dropped as he whispered, “Taehyung…” he slammed against the gas pedal and drove to the asylum.
***
The Joker’s minions all wore low quality versions of the Batman mask as they shot at everyone on sight. Most of the lights had been shot through so the asylum was completely dimmed. Bodies were scattered around, blood decorated the walls and at that moment one of the Clown’s workers grabbed Taehyung and dragged him into the punishment room. “Let me go!” he struggled against him as he slammed him down on the bed. The man in the batman mask laughed darkly as he shoved the front of his gun into Taehyung’s mouth; causing him to nearly choke on it.
Jungkook walked into the room, his eyes dark as he glared at his minion. He lifted his finger and slowly wagged it side to side as he tsked. “Not him.” His voice was dark, and as soon as he spoke, the man backed away from Taehyung.
“I’m sorry boss.” He apologized quickly.
Jungkook’s eyes didn’t avert from Taehyung’s eyes and his smile grew as he said, “Get out.” His minions quickly complied. Taehyung was gasping for air and Jungkook took this opportunity to strap him into the bed.
Taehyung struggled for a moment but then he looked at Jungkook and whispered. “What you gonna do, you gonna kill me, Mr. J?” his voice was sweet, but it sounded almost like a challenge.
Jungkook’s evil grin grew as he ran his hands up Taehyung’s arms. He cooed, “Oh no baby…I’m not gonna kill you. I’m just gonna hurt you…” his voice drifted as he leaned in and pecked Taehyung’s temple. “…really badly.”
Taehyung slowly lifted his eyes, his eyes staring into Jungkook’s as he said, “Do your worst.”
Jungkook made his doctor bite down on a belt before he hooked him up for the electroshock therapy. He instantly shocked him. Strings of electricity piercing through Taehyung’s temples and travelling all through his body making him convulse; he bit the belt in between his teeth as he screamed. The power was nearly at its highest, and it was so powerful that it caused him to black out for a second. Colors invaded his vision as he screamed. His body jerked up, his hands clenched. It stimulated every cell on his body. It was painful, but he couldn't help but laugh. His heart pounding dangerously fast.
Jungkook watched him, his eyes and smile growing in satisfaction from the sight before him.
When Jungkook stopped shocking him, Taehyung still felt the adrenaline rushing, he saw colors bursting and then he saw Jungkook. Then Jungkook was all Taehyung could see and that made him incredibly happy. He laughed, completely carefree because nothing else could penetrate his thoughts. The electricity had pierced through his temples, and now he could hardly come down from his high. He looked into Jungkook’s eyes, becoming lost in them. Jungkook leaned in, their lips brushing together when they heard yelling. Jungkook nearly growled as he glared towards the door.
Everyone tried to stop Jimin from entering the building since it was too personal, but he got past them forcefully. He was on edge, screaming for his best friend as tears welled into his eyes out of fear. "TAE! WHERE ARE YOU!?" He cried as he held his gun in front of him and walked down the hallways. "TAEHYUNG!!!" he cried out as he rushed into each room, and then he stopped in the punishment room. Tears fell from his eyes as he froze in place. His hand nearly trembled as he stared at Taehyung- his best friend had a large smile on his face. "T-Tae...?"
Taehyung stood by the window. “Jimin…” He laughed softly at first and then harder, he held onto his stomach as he cackled loudly.
Tears continued to fall from Jimin's eyes as he slowly lowered his weapon but when Jungkook- whom had been against the wall, approached Taehyung, Jimin rose his gun and pointed it at him. "What the hell did you do to him?!" He screamed, his face becoming red from how angry he was.
Taehyung stood in front of Jungkook and that made Jimin scream, “Get out of the way, Taehyung!” Taehyung slowly tilted his head, he rose his finger to his lips and hushed him gently. At that moment someone came from behind Jimin, and attacked him. Taehyung wasn’t completely there yet, his vision blurring, and he nearly fell to the floor but Jungkook wrapped his arm around him and took him out of the room.
“Boss should we kill him?”
Jungkook glanced at Jimin—whom was knocked out on the floor. His smile grew as he said, “No. Just leave him there.” His voice darkened. “Let’s move!” He called out to the rest of his workers.
Taehyung laughed carelessly, his head spinning as Jungkook helped him make his way through the asylum. He clung onto Jungkook for a moment as they escaped, and rushed into a van. Zico threw his mask off as he got into the driver’s seat; he drove off quickly.
Taehyung was mumbling incoherent words, he was going in and out of consciousness as he laid in the laps of Jungkook and one of his minions. “What are you going to do with him, boss?” Kyung asked as he glanced at Taehyung.
“I’m gonna get rid of him.” Jungkook smirked as he twirled his finger through Taehyung’s hair. He looked at Zico, “You know where I need to go.”
“Yes, boss.”
A few of his workers frowned in response, wondering why Jungkook couldn’t just have left him behind. But they never questioned his motives and they weren’t about to start. Jungkook looked at Taehyung and smiled to himself as he brushed his fingers against his lips. “Our time is up, baby… but it’s been fun.” He smirked.
They were in Ace Chemicals, a large building that held the chemicals that had transformed the Joker into what he was today. Taehyung had regained consciousness by the time Jungkook wanted to go in. They climbed up, stories high while at the bottom were deep holdings of chemicals. It almost looked like a pool, but a dangerous one. Taehyung peaked over the edge, but he had no reaction to the acid. He slowly turned to look at Jungkook.
Jungkook wore a black blazer, his buttoned up dress shirt was a deep red color and Taehyung couldn’t help but think how handsome he looked. He just wanted to touch him. He didn’t understand what they were doing there, but he knew enough of Jungkook’s past to know what the acid meant to him.
It was his new beginning.
The acid was the point of no return for Jungkook—it was meaningful for him and Taehyung’s heart pounded in anticipation while his former patient took a deep breath. He stood close to him, they looked into each other’s eyes as Jungkook began, “Question…” he paused, his dark eyes looking into Taehyung’s eyes. “Would you die for me?” his tone was almost challenging; like he expected some form of hesitation.
“Yes.” There was no hesitation in Taehyung because he knew he would. He would do it in a heartbeat.
“That’s too easy.” Jungkook rose his hand, but he continued to look into Taehyung’s eyes. “Would you…” he paused, “Would you live for me?”
“Yes.” Once again there was no hesitation in Taehyung’s being because every cell in his body yearned to please Jungkook in any way possible.
“Careful.” Jungkook warned, lifting a finger. “Do not say this oath thoughtlessly.” He wrapped his hand over Taehyung’s mouth as he said, “Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power.” They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment while Jungkook pressed his finger against Taehyung’s plump lower lip. “Do you want this?” his hoarse voice sent shivers down Taehyung’s back.
“I do.” He said, instantly.
Jungkook cupped his jaw line gently, he looked completely needy as he said, “Say it.” He nearly growled each time he repeated it. “Say it.” He leaned closer, “Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty-”
“Please.” Taehyung pleaded, his eyes becoming lost in Jungkook’s darker eyes. His heart was pounding against his chest as he yearned to be with him, to be close to him.
Jungkook’s hands brushed against Taehyung’s jaw line before he pulled them back and formed tightened fists, “Oh, you’re so good, baby.” He cooed. He took a few steps back. Taehyung slowly turned, looked at the bleaching acid that boiled at the bottom of the building. He stood exactly on the edge, he slowly turned to face Jungkook with no expression in his eyes.
This was Jungkook’s beginning.
It would serve as Taehyung’s too.
He understood what this meant, and he wanted this. He wanted all of this. Jungkook’s smile grew as he watched Taehyung spread his arms apart, and then he allowed himself to fall back. He fell straight into the bleaching acid. Jungkook turned and walked away for a moment but then he stopped. He should have felt satisfied with getting rid of Taehyung, but he didn’t? He didn’t understand what was happening.
Something was wrong.
He was feeling something he’d never felt before.
Sure he felt completely satisfied that Taehyung had proven his loyalty, and allowed himself to fall into the bleaching acid, but he didn’t understand why he felt something holding him back. It was a strange feeling. Jungkook clenched his jaw, his hands tightened into fists as he pictured Taehyung drowning in the bleaching acid. He was deeply conflicted, but he didn’t have enough time to think about it. More so, Taehyung didn’t have enough time. He deeply groaned—nearly growling as he approached the edge, slipped out of his jacket and allowed himself to fall straight into the acid.
Chapter 4: Point of No Return
Summary:
...this chapter is long but basically Jungkook gives Taehyung a special present...
Warning: Smut, and Murder (not at once) It may be too graphic for some, so skip over if needed.
Notes:
huge thanks for the support for this fic. It surprised me and pleased me ha. Everything that is on the video fanfic version is on here (plus the smut) so no need to watch the video ff version, but if you're interested.
Here's the link! https://youtu.be/cLTBZz8Q_ioThis is the end of Mad Love, and I will be continuing with Daddy's Lil' Monster.
I don't know how soon yet...I'll try to get to it soon depending on how eager you all are!
Thanks again!
Chapter Text
Taehyung wasn’t afraid of death—hell, he wasn’t afraid of much, really. A part of him believed he was afraid of being beneath liquid because of his small trauma with being thrown into the ocean, but when he fell straight into the bleaching acid, he wasn’t. Even if he didn’t know how to swim, he didn’t panic. He was sinking lower, and lower with each passing second and he could feel his clothes dissolving, and tearing because of the acid; his skin stung a bit, but the pain was nothing to him.
He had blacked out when Jungkook swam to the bottom of the pit, his arms enveloped the man’s waist before he pulled him to the surface. Jungkook stared at Taehyung for a moment, his skin and hair appeared paler but his lips were nearly a ruby red because of the bleaching acid. The color of their clothes had died off and it swirled around them; the color red and blue circled around them and appeared on either side of Taehyung’s hair. Jungkook leaned in and gently pressed his lips against Taehyung’s and the kiss seemed to have jump started the former doctor’s heart. He gasped for air and looked into Jungkook’s eyes. He was seeing swirls of color, voices disappearing in his mind and then all he could see was Jungkook—his Jungkook.
The moment was far more intimate than he had ever imagined. Jungkook didn’t know much about being gentle, but for the first time he somehow knew how to be. Taehyung’s smile nearly touched his eyes, he placed his hand on Jungkook’s palm and pulled him in to a deep kiss. He kissed him back, eagerly and they both became lost against each other—completely neglecting the fact that their clothes were dissolving in the bleaching acid. Their lips molded together, their tongues roughly danced together and then it was as if the happiness bubbled in between them because they both laughed sinisterly. They looked into each other’s eyes, stories of their futures being told between them without a word needing to be said. Jungkook groaned deeply as he pulled Taehyung into a deep kiss.
Zico, Jaehyo, Taeil, Jihoon, Kyung, Yukwon, and Minhyuk waited in the van patiently, but bored out of their minds. “Why couldn’t he just leave him behind at Arkham Asylum?” Taeil mutters as he glances at the Ace Chemicals building. “I don’t understand-”
“Taehyung helped him a bit…” Zico shrugged. “Maybe, Mr. J thought he should bid him a more meaningful farewell.”
“A more meaningful farewell would be a shot to the head—quick and easy.” Kyung rolled his eyes. “It’s a better goodbye than anyone of our old team’s ever gotte-”
“Old team?” Minhyuk scoffed, “Fuck those backstabbing, good for nothing sons of bitches-”
“Enough! It doesn’t matter. The shrink should be long dead by now. I bet Mr. J is busy pissing on his dead body” Jihoon glared at them momentarily before he groaned. “Is it fucking raining? God Damnit not this again!”
“Relax Jihoon, you’re not the one that’s driving-” Zico nearly laughed.
“Exactly my point, fucker! The last time you drove while it was raining you nearly drove us off a cliff-”
“Hey I was just trying to get away from Batman. And besides…boss thought it was hilarious.” Zico smirked as he twirled a cigarette in between his fingertips.
“Why is it that Mr. J’s ideal version of a good time always involves me nearly getting killed by you dumbasses?”
Jaehyo glared at Jihoon, “You done?” He sat up on his seat when he saw something out the window, “What the fuck?”
Jungkook and Taehyung stumbled out of the building, their arms clung onto one another as it dared close any space in between them. Their lips eager, red and sore as they kissed each other hungrily. Their clothes were nearly completely torn off and the rain washed the bleaching acid off of them. They were soaked, Jungkook ran his hand up Taehyung’s hair before he gripped a bit while his other hand dug into his waist.
The formed psychiatrist was shivering but not from the cold, or rain, but because he was completely and utterly high off of Jungkook. He giggled happily when Jungkook lifted him and pinned him against the van. They were eager, laughing into each other’s lips as they kissed each other hungrily.
He wrapped his legs around him and moaned, “Oh…daddy…” he held onto him while they grinded against each other roughly.
Jungkook nibbled on his ear while he pushed his pants down to his ankles, “You be a good boy and tell everyone who you belong to.” He bit his ear and Taehyung chuckled as he tilted his head back, his wrists were bound above his head.
A deep exhale escaped his lips as he trembled deeply while Jungkook stretched him with two fingers. Taehyung cried loudly, his chest heaving as he panted deeply, “I want you—Fuck, I want you!” He tried to move his hands to touch him but Jungkook held his wrists tightly. “You can’t keep teasing me—I can’t! Augh!” He moaned deeply, loving the way Jungkook’s lips sucked on his neck while his finger squeezed the head of his leaking dickv; it was rough, but that’s exactly how he loved it.
“Ah, you’re so pretty.” Jungkook praised in a low, hoarse voice and he looked at Taehyung. “So, so pretty.” His words made Taehyung shiver even further. His fingers dug into Taehyung’s thighs as he held him up, positioning himself in between him. “Suck.” He instructed as he pushed four of his fingers into Taehyung’s mouth.
He moaned slightly, languidly gliding his tongue across his fingers as he sucked obediently. Jungkook smirked as he pulled out his fingers and coated his erected cock with it, but it was pretty useless with the rain. “I tried.”
“I don’t care just fuck me already.” Taehyung’s hands gripped a bit as he bucked his hips forward. “I need it, I need it. I need you—please.” He begged, his breathing cut off when Jungkook thrusted into him. They groaned deeply as they gyrated their hips together, loving the feeling of being connected once again.
It was addicting.
They were both equally addicted to feeling of the other.
Jungkook’s smile grew as he let go of Taehyung’s wrists and pulled him by his nape for a deep kiss. He pulled out of him then slammed into him forcefully, making the van shake. He continued his pace, thrusting into Taehyung with all of his strength because he loved the way his former psychiatrist moaned. If Jungkook believed in heaven, he would think it would feel something like this.
Completely at bliss.
“Oh daddy!” His body was quivering, nearly convulsing as Jungkook thrusted, brushing right against his prostate. It made his head spin, his vision blur and his heart nearly burst out of his chest. He dug his fingers into his back as he slammed back against him, keeping up with his rough pace.
“You take it so well, baby.” Jungkook nipped at his lips before his tongue darted into his mouth. Tae moaned deeply, kissing him back with just as much neediness, but he was getting closer to his release with every thrust. He loved the roughness, his whole body felt like it was burning from the sensitivity despite the rain that poured over them. Their bodies slammed against the van, denting it a bit as Jungkook thrusted into Taehyung.
“Oh daddy! I’m close!” He whined when Jungkook pulled out of him, “Why-!” he couldn’t continue because Jungkook opened the doors to the van. Taehyung smiled cheekily when his lover’s minions all looked at them with widened eyes.
“Out.” Jungkook ordered and they immediately went out through the other door.
Taehyung giggled, he hooked around Jungkook as he carried him inside and put him down on the closest seats. He closed the door, and then hovered over a laughing Taehyung. He wasted no time as he positioned himself over the smaller man, he pulled his legs so they’d rest on his shoulders before he thrusted into him.
The closeness making them incredibly weak, they moaned deeply. Taehyung pushed himself even closer, closing any gap in between them and the deepness made him quiver. Jungkook kissed him, he kissed all over; first his lips, his neck, his clavicle, and then his shoulders. Taehyung was growing more sensitive by the second, “Daddy touch me please.” He pleaded, his hands gripped onto the seats. He rolled his hips into Jungkook and that made him pleased.
Jungkook wrapped his hand around his swollen cock, gently moving up and down at first but then he grew more rough. Taehyung bit his lower lip, rolled his eyes back as he whimpered. Jungkook thrusted into him, making the car shake with how forceful their thrusts were. They both whined in unison as their climax grew closer.
Jungkook leaned down and pecked his nose as his thrusts slowed a bit, “You’re so good, baby.” He caressed his cheek, gently running his finger down his cheek and across his jaw line. The sweet gesture made the smaller man grin. “I want to give you something special.”
Taehyung could hardly think, his climax getting dangerously closer; his body was shaking, his cock growing more sensitive with every touch from Jungkook. “Augh!” he panted heavily. “S-Special?” he looked at him but could hardly process a coherent thought. All he wanted was to come, and snuggle with Jungkook.
Jungkook nibbled on his jaw line, his thrusts becoming slower which sent the smaller man over the edge. “A present.” He whispered, trailing his lips up to his lips and capturing them into a deep kiss. They moaned together, their hips rocking together. Jungkook’s breathes became more shallow, he was getting closer and each thrust made his body stutter even more. He jerked Taehyung off harder which made him cry out at first and then he ended up screaming as his body convulsed through his release. Strings of semen decorated Jungkook’s hand, stomach and even the van’s seats. He was breathing harshly, his head spinning as he felt Jungkook cum inside of him. He groaned deeply, his hand gripped onto the seat as he slowly came down from his high.
He leaned down, kissed Taehyung gently before looking him in the eyes.
Taehyung’s breathing slowed, he looked at Jungkook and giggled happily, “So…a special present?” his face was glowing, and Jungkook swore he’s never seen anything appear as innocent as Taehyung did. He knew he wasn’t innocent, but in comparison to all the children and puppies he has seen, he swore Taehyung was far more adorable.
But then again he didn’t find children or puppies cute.
“Yes…” he ran his finger down his favorite pair of lips before he pecked them, “I want to give you something special, baby.”
Taehyung’s smile grew, “Oh I can’t wait!”
“It’ll require my attention for at least two hours. My baby can wait for me, can’t he?”
“Anything for you, daddy.”
Jungkook and Taehyung broke into the nearest clothing store and changed into something more suitable for their taste. Jungkook had ordered his minions to stay with Taehyung while he was collecting that special thing he promised him. He had pinched his nose and kissed him adoringly while the seven minions watched in horror and confusion. They kept their comments to themselves and then watched Jungkook as he left.
Taehyung became bored really quickly, “So what are you, his bestest friend?” he giggled as he looked at Zico.
Zico scoffed, “Friend? You don’t know Mr. J very well if you think he has friends, sweetheart.” Taehyung tilted his head a bit and Zico exhaled deeply. “You don’t wanna be against someone like The Joker…just trust me.”
Taehyung hummed, he leaned against the van as they waited by an alley. He started to sing a song out of his boredom and that’s when one of them snapped. “Seriously, what the hell is with Mr. J?!” Kyung threw his arms into the air as he stared at Taehyung with a small frown. “What are you?”
Taehyung looked around him, a puzzled expression on his face as he pointed to his own chest, “Me?”
“Mr. J isn’t thinking clearly right now, but he’ll see that this…” Jaehyo’s voice trailed off as he looked Taehyung up and down, “…will only slow us down. Hell, I bet we’ll get caught because of your incompetence-”
Taehyung approached him, glaring into his eyes, “Did you just call me incompetent?!” he scoffed. “My, I wasn’t sure if you knew big words, sweet pea.” He teased while a sweet smile spread on his lips.
“I’m not a babysitter, and neither is Mr. J. You look like you can’t even throw a punch, doll face.” Jaehyo smirked.
“Funny, I can say the same thing about you.” Taehyung giggled adoringly, his hand appearing gentle as it touched his lips, but then it formed a fist and punched Jaehyo across the nose. He stumbled back, blood oozed out of his nose as he glared at Taehyung—whom couldn’t stop laughing.
Taehyung’s expression appeared innocent as he palmed his lips and scrunched his brows, “Oops.” He whispered but ended up giggling while two help Jaehyo back from striking him back.
“I like him.” Jihoon smirked as he clapped slowly. “It’s about time someone messed you up, doll face.” Taehyung bowed cutely.
Zico pushed Jaehyo back a bit, “Relax, you don’t know what Mr. J would do to you if you hurt him.” He warned him but Jaehyo didn’t care he just wanted to punch the laughing man back.
“I’m gonna get you back.” Jaehyo threatened.
“I’m countin’ on it, puddin’.” Taehyung winked at him, his smile stretching further before he gracefully spun and hummed softly. The seven minions watched him but they weren’t sure what to do or say. A few of them didn’t like Taehyung right away while the rest were just unsure.
“What if we tell the boss that he ran off? We can tell him that he had a breakdown and-” Yukwon was whispering but Jihoon shook his head.
“He’s not an idiot.”
Taeil turned to look at Taehyung, “I mean…I’m not so sure anymore. What is he thinking?”
Zico rolled his eyes and approached Taehyung, “Hey…Jaehyo didn’t mean it. He’s a bit paranoid about this because, Mr. J. has never…” his voice drifted off and Taehyung lifted a brow as he waited for him to continue. “Well he’s never…” he cleared his throat. “You know…”
Taehyung giggled, “He’s never what?” His voice was sweet, too sweet and it threw Zico off because he didn’t look like he was being manipulative, but he wasn’t sure. “Oh come on, you gotta tell me now. I won’t be able to sleep tonight just thinkin’ ‘bout it!” He grinned widely as he rested his chin on his palms.
“He doesn’t let people in, easily. And if he does it’s usually because he’s planning their death and well you’re still here, so….” He cleared his throat. “You understand, right?”
Taehyung’s eyes were wide, “Absolutely!” He nodded slowly, “You think he’s gonna kill me—ha!” He laughed loudly, “My daddy would never! He’s the sweetest, kindest, most loving, protecting-” Taehyung was day dreaming as he rambled on while Zico only stared at him with a confused expression.
Jungkook returned shortly and Taehyung jumped into his arms the second he saw him, “Daddy!!!” He giggled as they embraced each other tightly. He kissed him lovingly, “Aw daddy I missed you so much!”
“Yea?” Jungkook looked at him with a wide grin, he brushed their noses together, “Did they take good care of you?” he looked into Taehyung’s eyes in case there was any form of hesitation but the smaller man smiled brightly.
Jaehyo was getting ready for a punishment, so he held in his breath until he heard Taehyung’s response.
“Oh yes, daddy! We’re best friends already.” He giggled as he glanced at the seven minions and then he looked at Jungkook. “Isn’t that right, boys?” he looked over at them and winked.
They agreed in murmurs. Jungkook glared at them for a moment and then he looked at Jaehyo, but he decided to ignore it. He didn’t see a scratch on Taehyung and that’s really all that concerned him. “Are you ready for your surprise?”
Taehyung giggled, nearly squealing from excitement, “Yes, yes! I can’t wait!” He clasped his hands together and grinned as Jungkook led him into the van. The seven minions followed shortly after Jungkook ordered them to.
“Daddy how far are we going?” Taehyung pouted.
“Not far, honey.” He leaned in and pecked his lips. He smiled when Taehyung hummed and nodded eagerly. He wrapped his arm around him, holding him closely as they kissed each other deeply. Jungkook licked every inch of Taehyung’s mouth and the smaller man could only moan in response. He was smiling widely when they pulled apart.
“We’re here.” Zico announced once they parked.
Jungkook looked Taehyung in the eyes, “I wanted to do something for you that no one else could do. I want to free you, baby. Liberate you from anything and anyone that’s ever caused you pain.” His voice was dark, haunting almost and Taehyung listened carefully. “This is for you.”
Taehyung was hypnotized by his words, but he smiled warmly as he was led out of the van. Jungkook held his hand firmly as he pulled him towards a lake. They didn’t walk very far, but Taehyung’s eyes remained focused on Jungkook, “Daddy, thank you—really thank-” he stopped walking, his heart stopping as he saw two people in front of him.
The two people were tied up, on their knees, and gagged so they couldn’t scream.
Taehyung blinked a few times, “Mom?...Dad?”
When they saw Taehyung they started to scream through their throats, and they attempted to move closer to him; their eyes pleading for help. Jungkook’s smile was sinister as he looked at Taehyung’s parents and then he turned to face his lover. He pulled out a gun from his back pocket, and then he handed it to Taehyung, “My present to you.”
Taehyung expression was unreadable, but he stared at the gun without taking it. He looked over at his parents and approached them, “I didn’t think we’d all be reunited again—ever.” He scoffed a bit before he turned to look at Jungkook. “You did this…for me?”
“I’d do anything for you.”
Tears welled into the smaller man’s eyes and he chuckled as he wiped them away “Oh daddy you’re so good to me.” He laughed softly before he turned to kneel in front of his parents. “I’ve missed you both so much!” he giggled. He turned to look at his former step father, “Dad—Oh, I hope it’s okay for me to call you that! Since you’ve been there longer than the real one.” He giggled, “Old habits.” He shrugged cutely. “I just want you to know that I’m glad you left us for another family, I mean your happiness is all that matters to me.” He laughed loudly before he turned to face his mother, “And umma, I just can’t thank you enough for constantly reminding me how worthless I am and no matter what I do I’ll always be just that.” He smiled so wide, showing off his bright teeth, “Because of you umma I understand that I’ll never be right in the head!” he giggled happily as he tapped his temples.
His mother tried to speak but Taehyung stood up and shook his head, “You never know when to just listen, do ya?!” he glared at her for a moment and then smiled gently. “Thank you both for everything. I love you more than you’ll ever understand.” He turned to face Jungkook, “This is amazing, daddy.” He looked at him with loving eyes before he looked at the gun still in his hands.
He turned to look at the seven minions that stood feet away from them, “Bring me a bat.” Taehyung ordered them with a sweet smile on his face.
They were taken back, not used to someone else giving them orders.
Jungkook looked at them with an annoyed expression, “Do as you’re told!” as soon as he spoked, they headed towards the van. Jungkook turned to look at Taehyung and he gently caressed his cheek, “I knew this is what you’d want, baby.”
“I want nothing more than to say a proper goodbye to them. This is so special to me, daddy and I can’t thank you enough.” He smiled brightly, “You know me so well!” he leaned in and pecked his lips.
Jungkook smirked, his dark eyes staring into Taehyung’s eyes.
Zico approached them and handed Taehyung a bat which he took and hugged to his chest.
“Do what you need to do.” Jungkook encouraged before he kissed him. “Put them through the same misery they put you through, baby—it’s only fair.”
Taehyung nodded, “It’s only fair.” He repeated with a smile on his face. He turned and approached his parents slowly as he swung the bat around with one hand. His eyes darkened as they were fixed on his former step father, “Tell you what, I’ll be nice if you promise not to scream.” His sweet voice had a hint of a threat behind it, but he laughed and ungagged his step father.
He gasped for air, “Pleas- Please! Taehyung, please! You don’t have to—you can’t do this to me! I took care of you, I was there for you-!”
Taehyung tsked as he shook his head, “Remember when you took me to meet your mother and you locked me in a basement because you thought it’d be fun?” he paused for a moment, his step father’s eyes growing wide in fear, but Taehyung giggled. “It was such a fun time, wasn’t it?!” he snickered as he held the base of the bat with both of his hands, “But you lied to me. You made me think we were gonna be together forever, and I was so heart broken when you left me. Still am.”
“I’m sorry.” He whimpered. “I’m sorry for everything! I should’ve never hurt you.” He trembled. “P-Please I’m begging you! I’ll do anything!”
Jungkook glared at him for a moment, “What a pity that it takes the fear of death to make someone beg for forgiveness. Makes me question how sorry you really are.”
Taehyung glared at his former step father, “Me too.” He paused and examined his bat for a moment with a bright smile on his face. “Umma you get to watch this because you love this man more than you ever loved me. You’re welcome.” He blew her kiss before he swung the bat back and aimed it straight into his teeth; cracks were heard, and the shock was so deep that he could hardly make a sound. He choked on his broken teeth, and he managed to spit them out. Blood oozed from his mouth, his eyes widening in horror.
His mother was screaming through her gag. Tears drenched her cheeks as she watched them in horror.
“I’m going to punish you for every year that you lied to me,” Taehyung spoke in a low, threatening voice before he swung the bat into his legs. He became addicted to the sound of bones cracking, and the sight of blood was too mesmerizing. He continued to swing the bat against him and he laughed each time he heard him cry.
Blood pooled around his body and it had splattered over Taehyung’s clothes.
Taehyung clenched his hands around the bat and he panted tiredly as he whined cutely, “Aw man! I lost count!” he pouted childishly before he shrugged, “Aw well, gotta start over then.” He laughed, getting ready to swing the bat once again but Jungkook held the top of the bat as he looked at him. “What?” Taehyung asked innocently.
Jungkook smiled mischievously, “I can watch you do this all day, believe me, but he’s dead. Would you like me to dump his body into the lake?”
Taehyung half smiled, “I’d rather do it myself.” He dropped the bat on the floor and it made a loud sound once it hit the concrete. Taehyung turned to face the seven minions, “Jaehyo, my favorite minion, come and help me.” He ordered with a sweet tone.
Jaehyo was fuming but he approached them.
“Grab his shoulders, and I’ll grab his legs.”
Jaehyo did as he was told and when he carried most of the dead body’s weight, Taehyung let go of it and made the minion stumble. “Aish! Jaehyo you’re so clumsy!” He laughed loudly, teasing him, before he turned to look at Jungkook. “Daddy could you help me instead?” he smiled sweetly.
Jungkook glared at Jaehyo, “What’s with you?”
“Oh don’t be too hard on him daddy he’s probably just excited for me. Go back to the side, Jaehyo.”
Jaehyo walked off but he looked clearly pissed.
Jungkook and Taehyung carried the body closer to the lake and then they dumped him together. Taehung stood in front of his mother with a broken expression, “Well, I guess this is it for us, huh? It’s been fun.” His mother was shaking, trying to scream for help as she glared at her son. Her eyes screamed ‘monster’ and it pleased Taehyung.
Jungkook picked up the bloody bat and handed it to Taehyung, but the smaller man didn’t take it. “No. She deserves a better death. I mean without her I wouldn’t be here.” He paused. “Literally and metaphorically.” He giggled as he looked at his mother, “Thank you for everything, really! You’ve been the best umma a boy could have ever dreamed of.”
“Baby, you’re stalling-”
“I’m savoring the moment.” Taehyung countered but his eyes didn’t avert from his mother’s eyes, “I would take the gag off, let you have a few last words, but let’s be honest, umma. You’ve said plenty.” His smile was wicked. Jungkook handed him the 500 magnum handgun, and Taehyung pointed it to his mother.
“I’ve never shot a gun before…what if I miss?” he frowned, but wasn’t really that worried about it.
“It’s not difficult, honey.” Jungkook encouraged but then he pressed his chest against his lover’s and then wrapped his hand over Taehyung’s hand. Jungkook placed his finger over the finger that caressed the trigger. He aimed it for him, “Right there.” He smirked.
The woman’s eyes were wide, sweat drenched her figure as she watched in horror. She shook her head and tried to move around, to get away from the gun’s aim. “Hold her down.” Jungkook instructed. The seven minions hesitated knowing Taehyung would be the one to take the shot. “Did I stutter?!”
Jihoon and Zico stood on either side of the woman and they held her down so she wouldn’t move.
Taehyung smiled softly, he kissed Jungkook deeply before he looked into his mother’s eyes, “I’m sure we’ll meet again, umma…” He winked before he pulled the trigger, the gun shot boomed loudly and the bullet landed straight in between his mother’s eyebrows. The moment became very still as Taehyung watched his mother’s life end. Blood fell from her forehead, eyes and she fell to the floor completely lifeless.
Zico, and Jihoon walked back to the rest of the minions and they all glanced at each other.
Taehyung was frozen for a moment and then he kicked his mother’s dead body. He tilted his head a bit and watched her. His smile slowly grew, he threw his hands into the air and the seven minions backed away in horror when Taehyung pointed his gun at them.
Taehyung giggled, “Oops. Sorry!” he hugged the gun as he approached Jungkook with the biggest smile on his face, “I feel so different!” He twirled around him gracefully, “It’s like this dead weight has been lifted. I’ve never felt this way before.” He laughed happily. “Thank you for this present daddy, it’s the best one I’ve ever gotten!”
Jungkook smiled at him, he wrapped his hand over his nape, “You deserved this, baby.”
They pressed their foreheads together, lost in each other’s eyes for a moment as they smiled blissfully. Jungkook pressed his finger against his lover’s lips, “Are you proud of me daddy?”
“I couldn’t be more proud of my baby” he pecked his lips.
Taehyung tried to hand him the gun back but Jungkook shook his head, “It’s yours.” He handed him the bloody bat. Taehyung grinned as he hugged his weapons, “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He gently pressed two fingers on Taehyung’s chin, then he kissed him deeply. He got down a bit and lifted Taehyung up which made him happily laugh. They kissed each other happily as Jungkook headed towards the van.
The seven minions trailed behind.
***
Cops surrounded the lake. Siwon stared at the bodies but then he noticed Jimin approaching so he tried to get to him before he saw the bodies, “You really don’t want to see this.” He warned with a worried expression. “Trust me.”
Jimin looked at him for a moment, “I want to.”
“Jimin as your friend-”
“I appreciate your concern but get out of my way. That’s an order.” He moved past him and approached the bodies. His heart pounded in his chest from the fear of seeing his best friend, but when he saw the bodies he couldn’t breathe. Tears welled into his eyes and he quickly walked away, heading towards his vehicle.
Siwon tried to catch up to him. “Jimin! Wait!”
He turned, “Taehyung’s parents…” he whispered. “The Joker—it had to have been him!” he cried out.
Siwon stared at him with a sympathetic expression, “You think he did this to punish Taehyung?”
“He had to-!” he stopped. He cupped his mouth and forced himself to remain calm. He swallowed dryly.
“But Taehyung and his mother didn’t get along…” he hesitated.
Jimin looked at him, his expression unreadable as flashbacks filled his mind. He thought about the relationship between Taehyung and his mother and step father and that made him uneasy. He slowly shook his head, backup up. “I have to save my best friend before it’s too late. I’m gonna find the Joker and make sure he pays for what he did.” He whispered, voice shook and then he walked away towards his vehicle.
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