Archive of Our Own

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“Harder- Harder! Deeper, DEEPER!! Oh my god- please- HARDER!” Jimin is sure the neighbors can hear his screams through the wall; the headboard has been thumping violently against it for the better part of two hours, and the dents in the drywall seem to be breaking deeper into the structure with each hard thrust of Taehyung’s hips. But honestly? Jimin is far from caring; Taehyung is about to break through his wall, and that’s all that matters to him at the moment. “Oh, GOD! Taehyung– please– harder– harder! Uh! Uh! Uhhh!”

Jimin doesn’t have the headspace to think about how it doesn’t even look like Taehyung is exerting himself. He’s sitting back on his knees, legs parted, abs constricting with ease; his mouth is hanging open so deliciously, Jimin wishes he had any strength to push himself up to suck on his tongue.

Taehyung grips Jimin’s hips in a bruising hold and drags him down from the headboard, before immediately slamming up into him, deep, hard, and so fucking good. All coherence in Jimin’s brain is forcibly thrust out of him, and the only lingering thought left floating around is if that thrust finally broke through him, because he’s positive he can feel Taehyung’s cock inside his stomach; if his arms didn’t weigh a thousand pounds, he’d run his hand over his abdomen and feel Taehyung’s cock forcibly expanding his stomach with every thrust of his hips.

“Oh god! You’re so big! You’re so deep! I’m close, baby, baby- I’m close!” Jimin frantically moans out, high and airy and gone. He tries to thrust his own hips up into Taehyung in a desperate attempt to match his rhythm, but all he can do is lie there helplessly as Taehyung drives his cock impossibly deeper into his welcoming hole. “Deeper! Please, deeper! Please- harder! HARDER!”

“Any deeper… and my dick… s’gonna touch… your heart,” Taehyung playfully warns between heavy grunts.

“Yes! Yes! Please! Give me your big, fat cock! I want your fucking cock inside me- just your cock, just your cock, baby, please!” Jimin cries out, digging his nails deep into Taehyung’s knees. The sting of sweat penetrating into the nail marks on Taehyung’s knees only seem to spur him on even more, and he practically folds Jimin in half as he hovers over him, drilling into his prostate at a brutal speed. “Come inside me, baby, please, come inside! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! I wanna feel your cum! I wanna feel your cum!! Uh! Uh! UH!!”

Tears, sweat, and drool stream down both of their faces and bodies, absorbing into the white sheets around Jimin. The moonlight is hitting them just right, and if Jimin wasn’t currently trying to replace all of his organs with Taehyung’s cock, he would muse about how they look beautiful and sparkly in the moonlight together.

But despite how fucked out they might look, neither Taehyung nor Jimin are exerting themselves, not even close. Jimin’s known to practice pole dancing routines for hours at the strip club without ever breaking a sweat; and when he isn’t buried deep inside his baby’s warm hole, Taehyung is either at the gym or at that same strip club working security.

They take great pride in their bodies, in how fit they both look; always looking for ways they can improve their stamina, purposefully sculpting them for filthy marathon sex. It’s their favorite thing to do: stay home and walk around the apartment completely naked, primarily to tempt each other, but mostly to make it easier to fuck like wild animals all day on every available surface (and the occasional unavailable surface).

Suffice to say their sex never lasted less than five continuous hours.

Taehyung uses Jimin’s flexibility to pull his legs apart, opening him in a straddle split and gripping the meaty junction between his upper thighs and lower hips so tight, Jimin knows he’s going to have to wear his more “conservative” underwear for tomorrow's show.

But he doesn’t care.

Jimin will happily cover his marks with a little makeup, some tights, and a pair of granny panties if it means he can have the sloppiest, roughest, most transcendental sex every time Taehyung’s monster cock is inside his body. So he lets Taehyung leave all the bites and bruises and scratches he wants, because he’s worth it.

“Oh, god, baby, oh god! I’mgonnacumI’mgonnacumI’mgonna-” A particularly hard thrust as Taehyung sucks on the sensitive skin behind Jimin’s ear is what finally sends him over the edge.

His orgasm hits him so hard, he starts to hear a dull ringing in his ears, and his vision goes white for an unknown amount of time. The feeling of his cum cooling on his abdomen brings him back, and a quick glance at Taehyung’s chest shows he didn’t get out unscathed: Jimin’s cum slides leisurely down Taehyung’s chest, catching in his belly button. Jimin tries to remind himself to push Taehyung down onto the bed later and lick him clean.

Tries to, because the reminder keeps getting jostled up and down along with the rest of his body as Taehyung pounds into him with hypnotic precision, riled up by Jimin’s high-pitched, orgasmic moan right in his ear. The maniacal rhythm of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and Jimin gathers what little strength he has in his legs and desperately tries arching his back; it’s a lame attempt to get away from the overstimulation Taehyung is putting him through, but it’s no use, because Taehyung just pounds into him harder, and the waves of painful pleasure have no end in sight.

Taehyung abruptly pulls out with a thick pop and hoists Jimin’s legs over his shoulders, drool pooling in his mouth as he stares at Jimin’s pulsing hole. Taehyung wraps a hand around Jimin’s cock and vigorously jerks his hand up and down, as his other hand roughly enters Jimin’s tight heat, as if making sure to milk him to the very last every last drop– and all Jimin can do is scream.

He feels like melted butter as his legs slip off Taehyung’s shoulders, who starts lapping at the pooled cum on Jimin’s stomach. He stalks up Jimin’s body, caging him in place with arms on either side of Jimin’s head, and hovers over his mouth.

He taps on Jimin’s parted lips. A silent command. Open up for me.

Jimin has no thought to do anything but obey, and opens his mouth as much as he has the capacity to. Despite the overstimulation from all the previous orgasms of the night, it’s watching Taehyung drop Jimin’s own cum, and his spit by proxy, into his waiting mouth that really gets him, and he can feel his cock getting hard again despite himself. Taehyung shoves the mixture down Jimin’s throat with his tongue, and Jimin swallows it with a filthy kiss.

Taehyung gently slides a hand up and down Jimin’s waist, rubbing small, tender circles into his hip bone.

“Thank you,” he whispers into Jimin’s chest.

“Thank you,” he kisses into Jimin’s throat.

“Thank you,” he sucks into Jimin’s earlobe.

Jimin doesn’t have time to react to Taehyung’s tenderness before he’s suddenly pinned down against the mattress, both hands locked above his head with Taehyung’s one. He feels every inch of Taehyung’s cock as he unceremoniously bottoms out inside him and sets an unrelenting, brutal pace. He tries to wrap his legs around Taehyung’s waist, but he’s so satiated and melty, he can’t even feel his own skin.

Taehyung thrusts into Jimin hard enough to bruise, hard enough to bleed, for a few more seconds before he buries himself inside. He holds Jimin as close as he can to his own body, nearly fusing them together, and pants into his neck as he coats Jimin’s soft, contracting walls.

Jimin feels every pulse of Taehyung’s cock inside him, filling him with so much warm cum, he can feel it seeping out of his hole, but Taehyung doesn’t slow down. He stuffs his cum back into Jimin repeatedly, almost frantically, whipping it into a soft foam that collects around Jimin’s hole with every inward thrust until Taehyung collapses against his chest. He has just enough wherewithal to pull out of Jimin before his body starts to go limp.

Taehyung’s foam-whipped cum slowly slides down Jimin's ass as he loosely wraps his arms around Taehyung’s broad back. Taehyung shakes in his hold as he slowly drops his full weight on Jimin. He tightens his grip on Jimin’s waist as he softly cries into Jimin’s neck.

It’s his favorite part of their intimacy: the moments after rough sex when Taehyung is unafraid of being vulnerable, unafraid to let anyone watching know that only Jimin can send him there- to that space between worlds where he can disappear to, and know he’s safe leaving his physical body with his baby.

Jimin remembers the first time it happened: A mere week into them dating.

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They had been fucking like crazy, not much different than they do now, but at the time it had been to the point that they had to ask for time off from work, because they knew they would be useless to the world until they fucked it all out of their system. They had rented a cabin on the outskirts of town, knowing full well that had they stayed in a rental in the city or by the beach, the cops would have surely been called on them on the first day, probably with claims from the concerned neighbors about blood-curdling screams (when really it was probably going to be Jimin moaning and screaming at the top of his lungs).

It was just after the ninth orgasm of the fifth night; Jimin was laying on top of Taehyung after an intense riding session where he was sure he had almost broken Taehyung’s cock off. His arms were loose around Taehyung’s neck as his cock hid snuggly inside Jimin’s pulsing hole, more for comfort than for pleasure; a way to slowly ease Jimin out of his fucked-out state.

The full moon had been high in the sky, its moody lighting partially obscured by the thin, gray curtains in Taehyung’s apartment. Jimin was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard it: a hitch of breath. He thought it was Taehyung inhaling in his sleep, and would've ignored it, had it not been for the tremors happening underneath him. Jimin lifted his head off Taehyung’s chest.

“Taehyung?” he had whispered.

No answer.

“Taehyungie, are you okay?” he tried again.

Nothing but soft sniffles.

Jimin placed the palm of his hands on the mattress to put space between them as he looked down at Taehyung, who looked like he was trying to disappear into nothingness with the way his eyes were squeezed shut. It didn’t stop Jimin from catching the glint of a tear as it slid down the side of Taehyung’s face, though.

“Oh my god. Taehyung, are you okay? Why are you crying?” Jimin rushed, slightly panicked. He watched Taehyung open his eyes and focus on him, his expression vulnerable and sparkly under the moonlight.

“I… It’s nothing, I…” He had tried to look away, but Jimin, ever the worrier, gently guided his face back.

“Taehyung, it's clearly not 'nothing'? What’s wrong?” Jimin asked softly, “are you uncomfortable? Do you want to stop?” Jimin started to lift himself off Taehyung.

“No!” Taehyung had yelped, immediately wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist and pulling him down. His limp cock inadvertently slid further into Jimin at the movement. “I just…” Jimin watched him stare at the ceiling, clearly in a quiet, hesitant contemplation, before his eyes landed back on Jimin’s worried ones. “Don’t laugh at me?” He asks quietly, furrowed brows matching Jimins’ before his worry lines deepened.

“Laugh at you? Taehyung, I would never.”

Taehyung smiled small, his large hand coming up to smooth Jimin’s worry lines with his thumb. “I know we haven’t been dating that long- frankly, I think we’ve fucked more times than we’ve held a conversation,” he joked, “but… there’s something about you, Jimin… that I just can’t shake…” A beat. “... and it scares me.” Taehyung’s voice dropped off to something barely above a breath.

“You’re… scared of me?” Jimin whispered.

Taehyung reached up, placed a gentle hand on the back of Jimin’s head, and guided him down for a slow, searing kiss. Jimin could taste the all-consuming want on Taehyung’s lips.

“I love you, Jimin. Fuck, I’m in love with you,” Taehyung responded, lips brushing against Jimins’. Something had shifted between them in that moment, Jimin had felt it, like something had bloomed in the sunlight of Taehyung’s confession.

“I’m so fucking in love with you and everything about you that I don’t know what to do with it all,” his voice shook so much, Jimin wouldn’t have been surprised if they became the epicenter of an earthquake. “I love how you always stand up to our boss when he’s being a piece of shit. I love how you take care of the girls at the club and protect them from creeps. I love how you can hold a position on the pole longer than I can hold my breath. I love how you hate the heat, but the second a whisper of cold breeze comes through town you’re the first one to bundle up. And you look absolutely breathtaking in those windbreakers that are three times your size, by the way.” A surprised chuckle left Jimin.

“You’re so fucking funny, and smart, and you smell good all the time, and you’re unfathomably beautiful, and perfect, and I… I love you. And it’s crazy because we haven’t even been together that long, but I do. I don’t have the right to want you as much as I do, but I do. I have the audacity to lay my heart at your feet and ask you to say ‘I love you’ back. And you shouldn’t. You don’t deserve that. And I’m sorry. I hate how I’ll never get over you, like you can’t possibly know how much you’re it for me. There will never be anyone else. And I hate how psychotic I sound pouring my heart out to you when we aren’t even official. It’s just all overwhelming. I’m sorry.” Taehyung had started crying halfway through his ramble, and by the time he finished he was a crying mess under a very stunned Jimin.

Shock melted away into something so soft, Jimin almost cried, too. He slowly dropped his whole weight back on Taehyung and wrapped his arms around his middle. Taehyung, still in the midst of his crying fit, had wordlessly wrapped his arms around Jimin’s neck and pulled him closer. He sobbed softly into Jimin’s heated neck, leaving saliva in his wake, not that Jimin cared.

"You've been watching me at work, haven't you?" Jimin teased.

Taehyung only groaned into Jimin's skin.

"It's okay, baby... I've been watching you, too."

Jimin felt Taehyung still. 

"You always looks so sexy kicking people out," Jimin mumbled as he started rolling his hips, "and I love watching you be all stoic with the women that try to get your number." Jimin lapped at Taehyung's earlobe. "I know you do it because only have eyes for me," he whispers in Taehyung's ear. "I love that you cry because you love me so much. Keep crying, baby, you're doing so good."

Taehyung cried softly at Jimin's praises, until an intrusion to his hole caused him to stop, for just a moment, and ask through his fog what was happening. 

“I wanna show you how much I love you, now baby,” Jimin had kissed against Taehyung’s neck. “Will you let me show you?”

Jimin’s voice was low and sultry, and Taehyung? All he could do was nod. He buried himself further into Jimin’s neck as Jimin pushed into his tight heat. He kissed Taehyung’s forehead, his temple, the shell of his ear.

“You… love me?” Taehyung had asked into Jimin’s skin.

Jimin bottomed out inside Taehyung. “You’re it for me, too, baby,” he whispered into Taehyung’s ear. “Nothing would make me happier than to be with you for the rest of my life. I love you so fucking much, I hope it fucking kills me.”

Jimin had fucked Taehyung a few times after that, waited until he came up from the faraway place he went to, the one where he loved Jimin so much he cried.

Then they talked. Really talked. About how they each felt, what they wanted, where they saw the relationship going.

Then they fucked again, like wild animals.

In every room of the cabin, every spot on the patio outside the cabin, in the woods in the middle of a hike. They took turns pounding into each other on the roof of the cabin, by the lake before (and after) a picnic, on the lake in a boat on a particularly starry night where they almost capsized, and for two days across several miles inside their car rental on the way back to town (during a car ride that should have taken two hours).

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Jimin smiles as he reminisces about that conversation. Seven years ago now, and forever still to go. He whispers sweet nothings into Taehyung’s ear and gently strokes his hair. Soft presses of his lips against Taehyung’s temple and light scratches to his back earn Jimin purrs as Taehyung comes down, and he steadily syncs his breathing and heartbeat to Taehyung, humming a sweet, quiet tune to help regulate Taehyung as he slowly comes back to him.

After a long while, Taehyung carefully releases Jimin’s waist and smooths his hands up his ribs. Jimin smiles into Taehyung’s cheek.

There you are.

“You’re insatiable,” Taehyung smiles through his groan of exhaustion. “How long was I out this time?”

Jimin laughs. “About an hour, not that I’m complaining. You purred.”

“I purred?” Taehyung smiles, “maybe I was thinking of your abyss of an ass,” he muses.

“Well, serves me right, I guess. I might have to call off work tomorrow,” Jimin whispers into Taehyung’s ear. There’s a playful lilt to his airy voice.

Taehyung muffles a breathless chuckle into Jimin’s shoulder. “Why?” 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk… for at least a week,” Jimin smiles, before breaking into a fit of breathless giggles. Taehyung’s whole body shakes Jimin as he wordlessly laughs on top of him, sliding his arms to wrap around Jimin’s torso and gently kissing the junction between his neck and shoulder.

“I’ll carry you around, don’t worry,” Taehyung muffles into Jimin’s skin, lightly sucking on his glowing skin.

“You’ll carry me around the stage as I do my routine?” Jimin teases, voice low and breathy and content. “I do a lot of splits on those poles.”

Taehyung lifts his head out of hiding and looks at Jimin in faux concern. “You’re in no condition to be doing splits, you’re the breadwinner!” A beat. “You’ll be doing seated strip teases and seated strip teases only for at least the next two weeks,” he deadpans, voice just as airy and all the more teasing. Jimin laughs a little too loudly at that.

“We work at the same place, baby, you’re a breadwinner, too,” Jimin laughs, kissing Taehyung’s chin.

“Mmm, I seem to recall one of us making five thousand dollars in one night just from tips. Was that you… or me?” Taehyung asks in that playful tone Jimin loves.

Jimin hooks his legs around Taehyung’s waist and uses what little gathered strength he has to swiftly flip their positions. He straddles Taehyung’s waist and kneads at his broad, firm, meaty chest. “Oh, yeah,” he sighs, pretending to be deep in thought, “I think that was me,” he smirks.

“Oh, was it?” Taehyung smiles, devastatingly fond as he massages Jimin’s hip bones.

Jimin smiles down at Taehyung and leans in for a sweet kiss. “I only ever think of you. You know that, right?” he whispers, voice serious as he bends down to nose at Taehyung’s cheek.

“I know,” Taehyung responds lowly, rubbing his hands up and down Jimin’s thighs, “I’d never make you stop… not if you didn’t want to,” he assures just as quietly.

“I want to,” Jimin responds with an honest quietude, “someday… when we never have to worry about money again. When I can make sure that you’re comfortable for the rest of your life… then I’ll stop.” A warm tear falls from Jimin’s cheek and descends down the side of Taehyung’s neck.

He reaches up and softly cups Jimin’s cheek, wiping the lonely tear trail with his thumb before gently guiding him back down into another kiss. Jimin shivers at the honesty in it; the way he can feel Taehyung’s sincerity in how he drags his lips across his own. He noses along Jimin’s jaw, pressing kisses into his cooling skin and gently sucking on his earlobe. Jimin feels electricity burst through his body, humming contentedly from the tips of his fingers to his toes.

What they’re doing is nothing compared to the animalistic sex they were just having, but Jimin can already feel Taehyung getting hard again.

“Down boy,” Jimin giggles against Taehyung’s lips. He places a hand on Taehyung’s firm chest to gently push him back down into the mattress, “that was already round nine- I’m gonna need a refreshment inside me before you are again,” he admonishes lightly.

“And I will absolutely get that started for you, my love,” Taehyung smiles, propping himself up with his hands splayed behind him on the bed, “your personal bartender just has to do this first-” he lifts Jimin off of his lap and gently tosses him backwards onto the bed. Jimin bursts into a fit of giggles as Taehyung comes into view above him. “And was that a glass of chardonnay or a shot of whiskey for the sultry gentleman?” he asks, laving his tongue over Jimin’s collarbones.

“You wish I was that easy,” Jimin smiles lazily, wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s neck, “Espresso martini. Irish creme. Coffee jelly,” he finishes with a breathy whisper right next to Taehyung’s ear. He bites down on Taehyung’s earlobe, smiling when he feels him shudder at the gentle pull of flesh. He gingerly slides a hand down Taehyung’s ribcage, across his stomach, and down to where their cocks are leisurely rubbing together.

Jimin wraps his hand as much as he can around both of them and slowly slides his hand up and down, lightly squeezing their cocks, listening to Taehyung moan in his ear. “Oh god, baby, you’re so big, I can barely wrap my hand around you,” Jimin groans.

“Want some help, baby?” Taehyung whispers, his hot breath against the shell of Jimin’s ear.

“Please,” Jimin whimpers.

Taehyung chuckles, sucking hard on Jimin’s skin as he trails a hand down Jimin’s torso. He envelops Jimin’s small hand in his own, and easily wraps his fingers around both of their lengths. Precum is aggressively fucked out of him by Taehyung’s quick hand. It drips down Jimin’s cock, easing the slide of their hands. “Tell me you feel good, baby,” he growls, nipping at Jimin’s chin.

“I feel so fucking good,” Jimin breathes out. He can practically touch his orgasm.

“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had,” Taehyung pants into Jimin’s adams apple. Their mixed precum begins to froth in his hand.

“You fuck me soooo good, baby,” Jimin gasps, snaking a hand behind Taehyung’s head to bring him down into a sloppy kiss, “best I’ve ever had.”

“Tell me you lo-”

“Taehyung!” Jimin breathes into Taehyung’s mouth as his orgasm crashes through him. “IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou-” Whimpered, breathless, reverent- right into the mouth of the source of Jimin’s happiness.

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.” Taehyung repeats through his own orgasm. Contented, firm, unconditional- laved into the neck of his most sacred being, kissed into his jawline, across his cheek, on top of his nose, and smothered into his hairline.

They lie in perfect quietude, Taehyung once again on top of Jimin, breathing each other in for a long, peaceful while. Jimin wraps a soft arm around Taehyung’s waist, listening as he gently breathes into his ear. A satiated smile spreads across his face, and he sneaks a hand between their bodies, swirling his finger through the mixed cum pooled on his stomach.

Taehyung stirs on top of him, and Jimin feels him chuckle against his skin. He gathers what little clarity he can muster and pulls away, looking down between them to confirm what Jimin is doing. “I thought you wanted a refreshment before our next round?” he says with a breathless smirk.

“I still do,” Jimin smiles lazily, bringing a coated finger to his lips.

“Then what are you doing right now?” Taehyung questions with a raised brow and a mirrored smile, watching Jimin lick his coated finger clean.

Jimin releases his finger with a pop. “I’m pre-gaming,” Jimin says succinctly, turning around and taking Taehyung’s cock in his hand. Taehyung barely has time to retort before Jimin lifts his hips and pushes Taehyung’s cock back inside himself. Their combined moans ricochet off the bedroom walls in breathless bliss.

“You’re a goddamn succubus, you know that?” Taehyung moans, grabbing handfuls of Jimin's ass and rolling his hips. Jimin reaches back and grips Taehyung’s ass in a painful hold, pushing him down, effectively pinning him down to his own body.

“Uh-uh-uh,” Jimin admonishes, “no moving, baby.”

“Wha- Jimin,” Taehyung whines, dropping his forehead to Jimin’s nape.

“I know, baby,” Jimin coos, fond sarcasm seeping into his voice, “but I just want to feel you, baby, just like this.” He takes Taehyung’s hands in his own and guides them down to his waist. “Just hold me.”

“God, I love this fat ass,” Taehyung growls as he smacks Jimin’s ass. He squeezes the soft flesh between his hands, “get’s me so fucking horny when that fat ass bounces back. Fuck.” He’s practically salivating, slowly rolling his hips, moving his cock inside Jimin again, trailing sloppy kisses down Jimin’s moon phases.

Jimin shifts his arms and applies more pressure to Taehyung’s lower back. “No, baby, I said I just wanted to lie here,” and it’s dripping with a sweet reprimand.

“You put my cock inside your hole, baby. Don’t you want me to fuck your brains out?” Taehyung asks, desperately.

“Mmmmm. Yes, baby, but not before I get my martini,” Jimin answers matter-of-factly, lifting his body to be on par with Taehyung and taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whines again, latching onto one of the moons, attempting to suck the ink out. All Jimin can do is smile as Taehyung tries to rut into him. He tilts his head to give Taehyung more access to his neck, giggling when Taehyung starts nibbling on his quickly heating skin. He can feel Taehyung trying to wiggle his hips against his hold, small movements with the aim to thrust a little harder, a little more recklessly. Taehyung feels Jimin’s walls stretching to accommodate his massive size again- warm and wonderful and welcoming him home.

Because really, that’s what Jimin is to Taehyung. His home. His safe space.

And no time was it ever more apparent than when they were like this- sweaty, sticky, out of breath, three hours in, ten orgasms deep, and completely free.

“One more, Minnie, and I’ll get your martini, I promise,” Taehyung answers out of breath from the crook of Jimin’s neck.

It never takes long for Taehyung to come when he’s like this. Feverish. In a trance. On a mission.

“Actually baby, I really need it right now,” Jimin whines breathily in Taehyung’s ear. He makes sure to make it sound as needy and sultry as possible.

Jimin’s playing with him. He knows. Jimin knows he knows. But Taehyung lets him anyway.

“Please, baby, I’m so close,” Taehyung pleads, a knowing lilt in his voice. Jimin can feel the condensation from Taehyung’s desperate panting running down the side of his neck. “Please let me finish, baby, please.”

“But I’m thirsty right now,” Jimin tries to whine, but ends up moaning when Taehyung manages to free himself from Jimin’s hold and thrusts into him particularly hard. Jimin falls forward on the mattress, weak and melty and vibrating from the electricity coursing through him.

Taehyung grabs at Jimin’s hair, pulling his head back to look at his face. “I’ll give you something to drink in just a second baby,” he says with a lazy smirk, crashing his lips into Jimin’s and speeding up his already erratic rhythm. Taehyung covers Jimin’s body and wraps his arms around his waist as he pounds into him. “I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you,” Taehyung pants, digging his fingers into a nearly melted-down Jimin’s hips and jostles him up and down.

“Tae-hy-ung,” Jimin says through broken moans, “my drink.” He arches his back to give Taehyung a better view of his leaking hole. “Tae-,” the rest of his sentence is breathed out when Taehyung hits his sweet spot. Jimin tries to desperately squirm out of Taehyung’s death grip as he shakes in ecstasy. Come paints the bedsheets as Jimin trembles from oversensitivity.

Taehyung unceremoniously drops Jimin on the mattress and crawls up to him, flipping him over and slotting his knees between Jimin’s head. “Let me see your pretty eyes, baby,” he says in that low, sultry tone he knows turns Jimin on. He reaches for the stuck hairs on Jimin’s forehead, pushing them back as Jimin opens his eyes. “Open up,” he whispers.

What could Jimin do but obey?

He looks up the length of Taehyung’s hipbones, slim waist, toned abs, and broad chest, as Taehyung looks down at him with the sleaziest smirk on his face. Jimin feels like mush as Taehyung takes hold of his cock and strokes himself for a few seconds before he circles his cock on Jimin’s lips.

“Drink up, baby,” he coos as he orgasms into Jimin’s open mouth, spilling loads of cum down his Jimin's throat, eyes never leaving the other's. He keeps stroking himself as he watches Jimin’s eyes widen in sheer bliss; a bliss whose consequence Taehyung should have seen coming, because before he can make another sound, Jimin is pushing himself up on his arms and latching his mouth onto Taehyung’s cock, vigorously sucking him off like a man starved. Taehyung desperately grabs the headboard for support, his whole body shaking from the feeling of Jimin’s teeth lightly grazing his cock, his long tongue exploring every inch of his length as if it was the first time.

He’s greedy. He’s needy. He’s a fucking demon.

Taehyung comes again just from watching Jimin’s spit and his cum pour out of his mouth. He sees it trail down Jimin’s neck and onto his chest, glistening like rivers of gold in the moonlight. Jimin drinks up every last drop of Taehyung’s cum, sucking him bone-dry. He shakily sits back on Jimin’s thighs as Jimin moves into a seated position and practically attacks Taehyung’s mouth, the taste of himself swapping between their mouths as Jimin shoves his tongue deeper down Taehyung’s throat.

Taehyung is finally softened up, like a marshmallow left out on hot concrete: sticky, squishy, and oh so melty. They exchange slow, sloppy kisses as Taehyung moans. It’s that sweet spot when he's malleable enough to say yes to anything, and right now, there’s only one thing Jimin wants…

“Would you ride me, baby?” Jimin whispers in that low tone he uses when he wants to be in charge.

“What about your drink?” Taehyung mumbles back, already trying to swivel his hips on Jimin’s thighs.

“I had a drink,” Jimin says with a cocky smirk, “I'm so full, thank you.” He rubs soothing circles into Taehyung’s hipbones and trails kisses from his chin to his collarbones, lazily lapping at the heated skin there as Taehyung pants into his hair. “I’m gonna put my cock in you, baby, is that okay?” All Taehyung can do is nod his head and sit up on his knees, using Jimin’s shoulders as support. He scoots closer, allowing Jimin to kiss the expanse of his chest, lap at his collarbones, and bite down on his nipples.

It wasn’t often that Taehyung bottomed, he was usually good at keeping his composure, but on the nights where his overwhelming love for Jimin won over the rest of his senses, Jimin always liked to gently coax Taehyung into it. He loved the way Taehyung did whatever he wanted when he was spent from an intense orgasm; loved the way Taehyung breathed out when he was penetrated, loved swallowing his shaky, uneven moans and cries, and the way his tight hole engulfed him and squeezed him tight.

Taehyung moans, loud and guttural, with every inch of Jimin his tight hole swallows up. “You’re doing so good, baby,” Jimin moans back, resting against the headboard, “you’re squeezing me so tight, I love it.” He wraps his arms around Taehyung’s waist and pulls him to his chest. Taehyung wraps his arms tight around Jimin’s neck and shudders as the last inch docks snug inside him. Jimin places a reverent kiss on his shoulder. “Can you bounce for me, love?” Sweet, tender, fucking filthy.

Taehyung tries his best to sit up on his knees and move, but each movement feels insurmountable in his current, mushy state. Jimin smiles up at him. “It’s okay, baby. Just hold on tight.” He brings Taehyung down for a kiss and grips his hips, lifting him up, and placing his hands under Taehyung’s ass for support. He helps guide Taehyung down slowly, every new inch eliciting moans of painful pleasure from Jimin’s pretty, submissive top.

He knows Taehyung will be upset later that he didn’t get to fuck Jimin in every round, but Jimin knows his punishment will be Taehyung fucking him raw against any available hard, flat surface (most likely somewhere public so Jimin really feels the “embarrassment”, lying like it doesn't turn him on), so he doesn’t really care.

Taehyung should be harder to lift; half his time is spent in the gym after all, he has several pounds on Jimin’s lithe dancer body. But like this– pliable, soft, nearly gone– he’s light as a feather. Jimin easily lifts his baby and slams him down on his cock right on his sweet spot. It has Jimin seeing stars.

He wraps his arms around Jimin, burying his face in his neck, as if the pleasure was too much to handle. Jimin can feel electricity buzzing from the tips of his fingers to the ends of his toes, and an increasing warmth boiling deep in his belly when he hears Taehyung’s erratic breathing right against his ear.

It’s always a tell-tale sign that he’s tilting dangerously close to the edge.

He jostles Taehyung up and down his cock, harder, faster- he knows his baby is going to be sore in the morning, probably pout his way through breakfast given how unaccustomed he is to bottoming. Jimin smiles, knowing he’s going to insist on making it better with a messy rimjob that will have Taehyung squirming. And Taehyung? He’s going to agree, just like he always does, because he loves Jimin’s long, expert tongue exploring him, deep and orgasmic and good.

The promise of hearing Taehyung’s beautiful moans and his fingers buried in his hair in a few hours only drives Jimin to determination; he plants his feet, grips Taehyung tight enough to bruise, and fucks ravenously up into him, his dancer body making it too easy to body roll roughly into Taehyung’s barely stretched hole.

Jimin knows Taehyung needs this. He knows Taehyung works hard and he’s exhausted after endless nights of stopping fights and getting death threats hurled at him. His muscles are tense, he’s been waking up sore. Getting fucked within an inch of his life by his perfect princess is just what he needs, even if he says he doesn’t. It pushes Jimin to thrust particularly hard into Taehyung’s sweet spot.

And despite being half gone, Taehyung jolts awake and comes hard against Jimin, kissing him incoherently as the feeling of his hot cum slides down his chest. It only seems to spur Jimin to the finish line. He feels himself getting hot… hotter… burning… scorching…

He feels his orgasm right at the door…

He leans his head against the headboard and closes his eyes…

He’s on the precipice, he’s about to tip over…

And then Taehyung stills…

Not just stills, he becomes unbearably heavy in Jimin’s lap, like a statue made of heavy marble. Jimin feels like a million tons are trying to crush his thighs and he strains upwards for air.

“Taehyu- I’m-” he’s breathing erratically, and not from the contained orgasm. He’s writhing underneath Taehyung, trying to push him off. “Taehyung, you have-”

No sound.

“Taehyung- I can- can’t breathe-”

Still no sound.

Jimin takes in a deep gulp of air and tilts his head to look at Taehyung.

And Taehyung… is already looking down at Jimin. Eyes wide open, unmoving, unbreathing. Just staring.

“Tae- Taehyung?”

No response.

Jimin takes a deep breath and tries again.

“Taehyung?” he calls, a little more forcefully. It’s evident on his face that he’s in distress, and he can’t understand why Taehyung isn’t responding to his calls for help.

It’s unnerving, Taehyung’s stare. In the dark of the room, with only the moonlight trickling in, illuminating the white of Taehyung’s eyes, and the shadows casting off his features, he looks almost…. Creepy. Jimin hates to think that, but he does. Taehyung looks like a mannequin whose eyes are bulging out of his head, and his lips are downturned into an angry grimace, and something sinks in Jimin’s chest.

“Taehyung? Can you say something, please?” Jimin looks up into Taehyung’s cold, unblinking eyes.

Nothing.

An inexplicable wave of grief hits Jimin and he can’t help but tear up. “Baby, please,” he whispers.

Still nothing.

Jimin doesn’t try to hold his tears back as he cries out to Taehyung, trying frantically to move his numbed-out body, openly crying in utter desperation.

“Taehyung, please!”

“Taehyung, please!”

Jimin is startled into silence. Did… did Taehyung just… mock him?

“Tae- Taehyungie?” He whispers in a shaky voice.

“Tae- Taehyungie?” Taehyung whispers in a shaky voice back.

Jimin’s eyes widen in horror…

…and Taehyung’s eyes widen in mirrored horror back.

“Taehyung, please, stop!” Jimin’s face contorts in despair.

“Taehyung, please, stop!” Taehyung’s face contorts right back.

“Taehyung, please, you’re scaring me, stop!” Jimin shouts at the top of his lungs.

“Am I?”

Now Jimin’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head. Something in his subconscious knows who this is.

It’s him. How can it be? How is he here?

He’s frozen in place as Taehyung’s sweet, beautiful face morphs as he gets closer and closer to him, changing from his baby… into him.

Nightmare Taehyung brings his face close to Jimins’, and the smile that spreads across his face burns new tears in Jimin’s eyes.

It spreads from ear to ear, the meat of his lower lip torn to shreds, most likely from his teeth. His teeth. Long like rulers, thin as paper, sharp as knives, jagged as rocks.

And his eyes. Jimin watches them shift from Taehyung’s big, brown, beautiful eyes, to completely white, bright lights; bright as headlights, unnatural and wrong. The lights are so bright, Jimin struggles to see anything else around them.

“Am I scaring you, Jimin?” The voice is a mixture between a growl, a snarl, and a shriek, multiplied by fifty. Like a cacophony of demons speaking all at once.

Nightmare Taehyung blinks his eyes closed. Jimin knows he’s doing it on purpose, just so Jimin can watch as he reaches into his mouth and breaks off one of his teeth. Nightmare Taehyung opens his eyes.

“Ready?” the cacophony asks, tone low and sinister, it sends chills through Jimin’s body.

The bright lights shining through Nightmare Taehyung’s eyes prevent Jimin from shielding himself from-

“BAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!”

Jimin feels Nightmare Taehyung’s jagged tooth stab deep into his abdomen.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

The tooth slices harshly through Jimin’s flesh at a snail’s pace as it moves to the left.

“TAEHYUNG, NO!!” Jimin cries. But to his horror-

“TAEHYUNG, NO!!” Nightmare Taehyung imitates back with his cacophony of demons.

Nightmare Taehyung slices right now, slowly carving a deep ravine in Jimin’s belly.

“TAEHYUNG PLEASE- AAAHHHH!!!!” come Jimin’s cries of agony as he feels his meat give way to the jagged tooth.

“TAEHYUNG PLEASE- AAAAHHHH!!!!”

“HEEEELLLLLPPP!!!” Jimin cries out with the strength he can muster. “HEEEELLLLLP MEEEEE!!!!!! PLEEAAAASE!!!! SOMEBODY!!!!”

He’s in so much pain he doesn’t feel when Nightmare Taehyung slides his tooth out of Jimin’s body… and abruptly shoots his hand into Jimin's mouth. Jimin is too stunned to react as Nightmare Taehyung pulls out his tongue.

The bright lights in Nightmare Taehyung’s eyes fade, replaced with his black, hollow eyes. Jimin has a hard time adjusting his eyes to the now-darkened room. It’s all the same as Nightmare Taehyung pulls Jimin’s tongue out of his mouth… and slices it off.

Jimin’s scream of agony is muffled by the blood flooding into his throat. The taste of iron drowns him as he stares between Nightmare Taehyung and his tongue in its hand- or more accurately, Jimin is now staring at the place where his tongue was… and the place his tongue is currently going…

Down Nightmare Taehyung’s throat.

His blood-filled shriek is stopped by Nightmare Taehyung’s face abruptly colliding with his own- his long, snake-like tongue shooting into Jimin’s mouth, lapping up the uncontrollable amount of blood seeping down his chin and throat. If Jimin had any wherewithal at all, he would think Nightmare Taehyung was kissing him.

But it’s a distraction. Because the next thing Jimin feels… is Nightmare Taehyung’s sharp, black claws abruptly shove into the tear in his stomach… right before he feels his organs get yanked out.

It’s odd, the feeling of your intestines coming out of your body- strangely, Jimin thinks of somyeon noodles, how slippery those noodles are in his hands, and how they slide through his fingers when he’s rinsing them in the sink. He feels his other organs come loose inside him, and his entire body starts to sag.

Jimin can feel the end, not that it matters since he can't move. If the blood loss doesn’t kill him, the pain will. His vision is blurry and his back strangely hurts, but he's just lucid enough to witness Nightmare Taehyung slide one of his intestines (Jimin thinks it’s his large one) into his mouth, and slurp it, not unlike the aforementioned noodle.

And as his life is close to being snuffed out by this… thing, Jimin feels his other intestine slowly being pulled up and out of his open wound, and into Nightmare Taehyung mouth, and its razor claws rummaging around inside his open body.

The last thing he sees before his eyes close is what looks to be a small, bean-like shaped thing in Nightmare Taehyung’s hand…

***

Jimin wakes up with a jolt. He sits up in bed and frantically runs his hands across his stomach, inside his mouth, and down his legs.

Intact.

Holy shit. What the fuck was that?

He breathes a sigh of relief and lets himself fall back into bed.

These nightmares are getting out of control. I should talk to someone about all this.

Jimin decides to find a phonebook in the morning and look for a therapist. He breathes out through his nose and closes his eyes, finally at peace…

Wait…

Jimin reaches over to the other side of his bed.

Cold.

He opens his eyes and looks over at where Taehyung should be laying.

Empty.

He looks over at the digital clock sitting on Taehyung’s side table.

5:30 AM.

Jimin looks around the room. The curtains are drawn back and the light of the crescent moon streams through, combating most of the dark. He looks over at the bathroom door but doesn’t see the light on. He doesn’t hear a sound coming from the living room, kitchen either, not that perpetually late-riser Taehyung would ever be up and about at this hour, anyway.

He’s about to call out to him when he spots something.

There, standing in their open bedroom entryway-

Jimin sighs in relief. “Baby? What are you doing up?” he asks with a smile. He can just make out Taehyung’s shape from the vague moonlight streaming through their living room windows and splashing into the bedroom. “I had the weirdest dream, you won’t believe it, but I’ll tell you a little later. Come to bed.” Jimin pats Taehyung’s pillow and pulls the covers over himself as he lies back down.

He can’t shake the weird tension in the air though… or the fact that Taehyung has, in fact, not said a single word. Jimin pops his head over the covers. Taehyung hasn’t moved an inch. He throws the blanket off and sits up.

“Taehyung?” Jimin asks, still slightly disoriented. “What are you doing, honey, it’s five-thirty. Come back to bed.”

No movement.

The eerie feeling that washes over Jimin is quickly replaced by the confused observation of two things:

The first thing, is the fact that Taehyung is completely dressed. Jimin can see the ends of his coat silhouette from the way he’s standing in profile.

The second thing…  is that Taehyung is looking right at him.

He can just make out his features with the small amount of moonlight bouncing around the room. He’s not moving. He’s not speaking. He’s just… standing there. In the dark. Completely still. As if he was a statue, his gaze forever frozen in Jimin’s direction.

And Jimin would be lying if something about the scene didn’t send a chill up his spine, particularly after the nightmare he just had.                                         

“Taehyung?” he tries again, almost whispering.

He watches Taehyung slowly turn his head forward and walk out of the room in complete silence.

“Taehyung?” Jimin calls out in confusion. He sits still, afraid to even breathe, waiting for Taehyung to make a noise, but it’s completely silent.

And then the front door closes.

Jimin jumps out of bed and frantically searches for his slippers, horrified to discover he’s completely naked. He quickly grabs the thin linen blanket on the bed and throws it over his naked body, forgoing his slippers before bolting out the door, hoping to catch up to Taehyung. Jimin runs to the end of the hallway, where he sees Taehyung disappear around a corner, but when he runs up to it, Taehyung is gone.

He can feel the sting in his eyes. He can’t comprehend what’s happening. It couldn’t have taken him more than three seconds to make it to the end of the hall, how did Taehyung disappear so quickly?

He runs around the corner and spots Taehyung halfway down the hall, walking at a leisurely pace. “Taehyung!” Jimin sprints towards him just as Taehyung rounds the next corner and- gone. Again.

Questions start circling in his mind, not unlike the circle he feels he’s running in every time he rounds another corner and Taehyung isn’t there.

Why did he leave?

Where is he going?

What the hell is happening?

“Taehyung? Taehyung!” he calls out after him, not caring whether he wakes the neighbors at this point. He keeps rounding corner after corner, just barely missing Taehyung as he rounds the same corners mere seconds before. It isn’t long before he starts becoming nauseous, the constant running in circles taking a toll on him. He belatedly wonders why they keep rounding corners… and not going down flights of stairs. Although, if he’s being honest, he actually can’t remember if this apartment building even has stairs… or this apartment building, period. His feet hurt, his head is spinning, and he’s sure he’s seen that exact ceiling water stain the last several times.

Jimin rounds another corner and gasps. “Taehyung!” He’s a mere inches in front of him, and Jimin reaches out to grab his shoulder, when suddenly, the hallway starts to elongate where he stands, and the couple of inches between him and Taehyung become several feet. He helplessly watches Taehyung turn the corner while the hallway continues to expand and put more distance between them. He knows he doesn’t mean to, but Jimin starts to hyperventilate, and he forces himself to sit on one of the hallway windowsill nooks, trying not to think about the fact that he’s wearing literally nothing underneath the thin blanket haphazardly wrapped around himself. He also tries to ignore that anyone could exit their apartments right at this moment and see the hickeys and scratches littering the expanse of his milky skin.

Suddenly, he feels bad that he can’t remember having had sex with Taehyung before he woke up from that nightmare; but the ache in his body, his state of undress when he jumped out of bed, and the lingering taste of Taehyung in his mouth and sliding down between his legs serve to remind him that he had, in fact, been with Taehyung not too long ago.

So why was Taehyung suddenly walking away from him? And why wasn’t he talking to him? What happened? Jimin feels overwhelmed with questions but not enough answers, and the tears that start involuntarily rolling down his cheek aren’t helping.

He looks out the window, resigned that he’s lost Taehyung somewhere in the building, when he sees him down below, the light of the building elongating his shadow as he crosses through the apartment complex parking lot.

“Taehyung!” Jimin jumps to his feet and runs down the remainder of the hall, now suddenly normal, and braces himself for yet another identical turn around the corner, before tripping over his sheet and slamming face first into the marble lobby floor.

How…?

He doesn’t have time to think about how this corner magically led him to the lobby when all the other corners he rounded earlier while looking for Taehyung kept leading him back to the same floor. He scrambles to his feet, bunches the dragging parts of the linen sheet up against his body, and sprints out the glass doors.

He vaguely wonders why he’s not bleeding from his mouth, why his chin isn’t pulsing, and why there are no rash burns on his arms or legs from skidding across the floor as he weaves through the parking lot looking for Taehyung.

But that doesn’t seem to be the only strange occurrence stewing in his mind, because he clearly remembers the parking lot being surrounded by buildings when he looked out…

… So why was he looking at a forest right now? And why was there suddenly a full moon in the sky? He knows he saw a crescent moon when he looked out the window earlier…

A tree branch breaking from inside the forest cuts through his thoughts. He turns in the direction of the noise, and can just make out Taehyung, walking as if in a trance, through the trees.

“Taehyung!” Jimin calls out, but Taehyung doesn’t turn to look at him.

He doesn’t stop to think about the fact that he doesn’t have shoes on, or that the ground is suddenly frozen solid- he just lifts his bedsheet off the ground and runs into the forest. The light from the sudden full moon reflects off the also-sudden snow on the ground, giving Jimin much needed light as he follows Taehyung’s steps.

He sees Taehyung exit the forest up ahead and disappear over the edge. “Taehyung!” he shouts as he wills himself to run faster. He bursts through the clearing a few seconds later, tumbling down a small, grassy hill, suddenly fully clothed and wearing shoes. The forest has led him somewhere he doesn’t recognize:

Beyond the dirt road cutting across his eyeline horizontally, and beyond small, sandy hills, several feet ahead… is the ocean. Which would be fine… if they lived anywhere near the ocean. And as Jimin looks down the road to his right, he sees a shipping yard, abandoned, and headed towards it, Taehyung. Jimin picks his feet up and runs down the dirt road, slipping twice on the loose rocks that litter the ground. The moon, seemingly appearing to follow his every direction, lights Jimin’s way as he approaches the shipping yard.

It has to be more than one hundred years old. The wooden boards lining the ground look sun-worn in the moonlight, their wood squeaking painfully loud with every step Jimin takes. The piers look ready to collapse, some already halfway sunken into the water closer to the shore.

The warehouses are tall, intimidating, and just as vast. Jimin would be lying if he didn’t feel unsettled walking by the open bay doors on some of the warehouses with nothing but the light of the moon guiding him.

He seems to walk forever, passing one shipping bay warehouse after another until he hears a clear thud in the distance. He snaps his attention a few warehouses up ahead, where he sees Taehyung pushing open a bay door and walking in.

Jimin’s determination to run to Taehyung is replaced with a feeling of dread, and while he feels stupid for sneaking around instead of running to his literal boyfriend, he can’t shake the feeling that being cautious is the better option. He slowly approaches the warehouse entry and peaks inside.

There’s a light on inside. A singular lightbulb hangs from an electrical cord dangling off the tall ceiling, illuminating a small radius in the center of the room.

But no Taehyung.

Jimin sets one foot inside, careful to avoid making noise with the creaking floorboards. Another step inside. He’s trying to adjust his eyes to the dark parts of the room, thinking maybe Taehyung is there.

Another step. Then another. Then another, until he’s staring at… a hole. A large hole. Smack dab in the center of the room. It looks like something circular and heavy was dropped inside the warehouse and it broke through the floorboards- something long since recovered. Jimin steps closer to the opening in the floor and peaks over the edge.

Oh my god.

Inside the hole, several feet below, at the center of a sand dune, sits a completely naked Taehyung, rocking back and forth with his back to Jimin. Jimin notices three things in that moment:

1) There are no visible track marks in the sand dune, indicating Taehyung has been there for a while- which in of itself is inexplicable since he just saw him enter mere moments ago

2) Taehyung is completely naked and there are no articles of clothing anywhere near him, which again, doesn’t make sense because he just saw him fully clothed

3) There’s an iron collar around Taehyung’s neck, and an attached chain going nowhere

“Tae- Taehyung?” He sees Taehyung stop rocking for a moment before continuing again. Jimin musters up the courage and is about to make the descent inside when he hears a small, broken voice.

“Why didn’t you come sooner?”

Jimin stops in his tracks. He’s confused by Taehyung’s question, and pushes it aside in favor of getting his attention.

“Taehyung?” Jimin calls out softly.

“Why didn’t you come sooner?” he repeats, just as quietly as before.

“I- what?”

“Do you know what they did?” voice angrier now.

“I- what who did, Taehyung- what are you doing here?” 

“Do you know what they did!” Taehyung’s voice booms.

Taehyung’s voice echoes through the warehouse, the sound of his agony ricocheting off the walls and penetrating Jimin’s ears, who covers them in an attempt to keep his eardrums from bursting.

“Taehyung, I don’t understand, who’s ‘they’?”

Taehyung stills for several seconds… and then, in the same repeated voice as before:

“Why didn’t you come sooner?”

“Taehyung, stop! Get out of there, right now!”

But as Jimin sets one foot in the dune, Taehyung turns around, fast as a tiger, and runs full speed up the sandy wall on all fours, growling as he violently takes hold of Jimin’s leg. The force sends Jimin flying back, landing head first on the wooden floorboards, punching the air out of his lungs for a few seconds before he’s paralyzed by the sight:

A red-eyed, rabid Taehyung, foaming at the mouth, looking right at Jimin with trembling rage. His arms are roughly flayed open, loose skin hangs off tendrils of deep red muscles and pumping nerves, though no blood seems to seep out. Jimin realizes belatedly that Taehyung is snapping like a wild animal, and the pain radiating from his lower body is actually Taehyung viciously clawing at Jimin’s leg, attempting to drag him into the hole.

Jimin jolts out of his daze and screams at the top of his lungs, quickly turning onto his stomach and attempting desperately to crawl away. He digs his nails into the splintering wood, screaming when shards bury themselves into his skin when Taehyung starts dragging him across the floor. An agonizing sharp pain in his ankle forces him to turn around and he feels himself pale:

His entire foot, now devoid of shoe, is in Taehyung’s mouth, and he’s attempting to snap through the bone.

In one quick motion, Jimin scoots down, kicks Taehyung aggressively in the eye with his free foot, causing him to release Jimin’s gnawed-on body part and fall back into the hole. Jimin scrambles to his feet and limps as quickly as he can to the open bay doors.

“Jimin.”

Jimin freezes, inches from the doors. He turns around, out of breath, and looks in the direction of the voice. He’s startled to see Taehyung standing there, just at the entrance of the hole in the ground, still chained, but no longer angry or rabid. Instead, his shoulders are slumped forward, his head hangs low, and he looks almost… resigned.

“Jimin.”

Taehyung lifts his head. He’s not rabid, and his eyes are no longer bloodshot. He looks… almost boyish standing there with his eyebrows creased in deep sorrow, and his eyes shining with unshed tears. His lip trembles as Jimin remains frozen, struggling to regulate his breathing.

“Please,” he whispers, broken, small, vulnerable. “Please, help me.”

Jimin stares in confusion. His own eyebrows pinch in sorry and he tears up against his will. “Taehyung, I-”

“Psst. Jimin.”

Jimin barely turns around before he’s face to face with him.

Nightmare Taehyung.

This close, a breath apart, he’s nothing but a dark entity, a mass of the blackest night. Jimin doesn’t have time to breathe when he feels one of Nightmare Taehyung’s mangled fists punch his chest, throwing him back towards the innermost part of the warehouse at an alarming speed, right into chained Taehyung’s waiting arms.

Nightmare Taehyung sprints on all four towards the hurdling Jimin, and the trio tumble into the dune and land with a breath-stealing thud. Jimin, disoriented, opens his eyes. His eyes focus on the dim lightbulb hanging above him through the haze of thin sand, the broken wooden floorboards high above him circle the edges of his vision… until they slowly come into view.

Nightmare Taehyung to his left, Rabid Taehyung to his right. Jimin can’t breathe. Can’t swallow. Can’t move. It takes all his strength to move his eyes from Taehyung to Taehyung.

His heart jumps into his throat when Rabid Taehyung suddenly wraps a hand around his wrist, licking the fist Jimin reflexively makes. He watches him, unable to move as Rabid Taehyung sucks on Jimin’s knuckles, before putting his whole closed fist in his mouth. Jimin barely registers the grinding of human teeth against his bones, or when Rabid Taehyung pulls his hand out of his mouth.

However… Jimin does register the fact that his hand has now been replaced by a bloody stump.

It’s a clean cut, as clean as human teeth can get it, and Jimin feels no pain as blood spews from the open wound where the junction of his hand and wrist would normally be. He numbly feels tears sliding down his temples and his breath stuttering in his chest, clearly trying to cry but being unable to.

He feels more than he sees Nightmare Taehyung slowly crawl up his body and straddle his chest. He can’t be more than a concept: a concept of dark, a concept of night, of evil, of void, of endless. And yet, Jimin feels as though there’s a cargo ship on his chest, as if he was some tangible thing.

From his peripheral, he watches Rabid Taehyung slowly eating the rest of his arm, and above him, the lightbulb keeps swinging slowly back and forth, as if unbothered by the disturbing act happening below it.

And then… Nightmare Taehyung’s face blocks the light, and Jimin sees him all over again: the same jagged smile, the same hollow eyes. No defining features, except his razor sharp teeth on full display just inches away from Jimin’s face.

But this time, it’s not his smile, or his hollow eyes, or even his presence that sends a chill through Jimin’s body, it’s what Nightmare Taehyung tells him:

“When you wake up, remember what we did here.”

And, as if suddenly released from drowning, Jimin regains feeling in his body as every nerve-ending comes alive all at once. He feels the agonizing pain of his mangled, eaten hand; his leg, currently being popped and twisted out of his socket by Rabid Taehyung, and frighteningly more intimately: Nightmare Taehyung eating away at Jimin’s lips.

Jimin wakes up with an agonizing wail at that exact moment.

Namjoon bursts through the door.

“JIMIN?!”

The terrified look in Jimin’s eyes as he shoots up in bed sends Namjoon sprinting to his side, frantically crawling across to envelope his little brother in a tight hug. Namjoon does his best to keep his hold on Jimin as he shakes uncontrollably, hot tears continuously soaking his chest.

“I– I– he– I– we–” Jimin gasps out between sobs and gasps for air.

“It’s okay, Jimin, it’s okay. I’m here. It’s okay, I’m here,” Namjoon repeats like a mantra.

Jimin wails into Namjoon's body, a firm grip on his arms, hard enough to bruise. Jimin's voice cracks and breaks from overuse, but he doesn't stop until there's nothing but silent screams.

“I’m here, I’m here, I promise,” he whispers into Jimin’s hair, blinking back tears of his own.

The last thing Jimin needs right now is two people crying.