Dark. - Taekook. - The Bloodstained Mistress.

"You're so handsome, Jeongguk. All mine," said Taehyung as he proceeded to press his lips on the other's neck, only to be stopped by a harsh push on his shoulder, as he was pinned to the wall. "Who are you? What have you done to him?" said the older, eyes glazing in anger. Dark chuckles encircled the room.

Topkook. Bottomtae. Psycho au. Possessed Taehyung. Mature content. Reader discretion advised.

Author.

Alright, that was a fair short introduction. Let's proceed with the story! Hope you like it. Hit the like if you do, comment on your favourite parts, and keep tuned!

Chapter one: The Bloodstained Mistress.

Jeongguk.

*Checking the documents, and signing them.*

Jimin.

*Entered the room with an unsteady stance, as he spoke in a stern, tensed tone.* Gguk. You need to come see this.

Jeongguk.

*He paused his work, as he raised his head looking at the other. Raised his eyebrow.*

The ambience of the office was rather stringent, and such disturbance was not foreseen in the working hours.

Jeongguk.

Jimin? *His tone softened, as he noticed the others expressions.*

Jeongguk.

*He perked up his eyebrows in alert, poking his tongue on his inner check, as he got up his chair, following the other.*

The two walked by several halls, as they stopped at the front of a door. An unusual door to be expected in office premises. The door had a homely touch to it.

Jeongguk.

What, Jimin? This is ridiculous. Why didn't you just tell me that Taehyung needed me?

Jeongguk.

*He said, as he opened the door, not noticing the terror in the other's eyes.*

Jimin.

Gguk-

Silence enveloped the atmosphere. As he stared at the scene in front of him.

Taehyung was on his knees staring at a distant window with no stance of movement in him. He looked empty as if he was a shell ascertaining the lifeless expressions he seemed to have.

Jeongguk found himself gulping harshly, as the most bizarre part of the scenario flashed on his eyes.

Jeongguk.

Bloody hell. *He muttered, as he looked at Jimin. Finding no sign of possible movement.*

Jimin.

*He threw him a knowing look as the two stared at the other.*

Taehyung sat in the middle of the room, all drenched in blood from head to toe.