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Taehyung was a psycopath, you knew it, had saw it and was even included in his games one time. He wasn't gentle, wasn't soft, but he loved you like no one else would—deeply and soulfully enough to burn. You had come into terms with him being a serial k¡ller long before, had accepted his darkest side before even experiencing the bright one fully. Taehyung was sick, controling and possessive, but you were addicted to him, to his cruelty, to his obsessive behavior, and so, you never left or loved him less.

He had arrived home covered in bl0od, gripping your chin and placing a bloody kiss on your lips before mumbling he'd go for a bath. You followed him, because you always did—you needed him—and watched as he undressed and got inside the bathtub. "You should've seen it today." He starts, closing his eyes and grinning, head resting on the edge of the bathtub. "The b¡tch screamed so loud i had to rip her larynx for her to shut up." He licked his lips, the thought of it turning him on as he raised a hand towards you, gripping you and pulling you closer.