when you say you are doing this for me

Jeongguk knew something was off about his hyung. The overly enthusiastic smiles and subtle touches were just the start. He acted weird once Yugyeom had gone missing—he seemed happier.

Jeongguk felt like he was constantly being watched, and it unnerved him. He was constantly on edge, his shoulders hunched and his eyes skittish. He truly was scared. He was also missing lots of things. His dirty hamper and bin had been rummaged through, his spare keys were missing, and so on.

Jeongguk walked into his apartment, and he felt...off. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the room just felt oddly cold. The black haired boy dumped his school bag on the couch and wandered into his bedroom. A large brown package was sitting on the centre of his bed, and he felt his heart drop to his feet.

He slowly stumbled over, sitting on the edge of his bed and opening the lid with trembling hands. It was full of letters, photographs and things.

He shakily picked up the first letter, dated at January 31st. He read it, and a small smile graced his red lips. It was a cute letter. An admirer, huh? He picked up the next letter, dated at February 2nd. This one was a little more...personal and it made Jeongguk's smile falter. This admirer was jealous of Yugyeom?

He finished reading that one, and he picked up the next letter dated at February 9th.

This one made his smile fall. This...admirer...followed him home? And he waited for him? Why did he not show himself? He was a little weirded out now. The next letter was dated February 16th, and he actually covered his mouth to conceal a shocked gasp.

His admirer had been in his apartment...? And taken a photo of him in such a weakened state...? And taken his keys...? That's where they went...and his dirty clothes... He felt his heart stutter.

What scared Jeongguk the most about this letter was the explicit and detailed description of the infatuation and desire to do horrible things to him. This creep was so intent on fucking Jeongguk, and it made the poor boy tremble in fear.

He was almost hesitant to pick up the next letter. But he did, holding it in his shaking hands. This one was dated at February 20th, and he felt the already non-existent colour drain from his face, tears of pure terror prickling his eyes.

This creep thought Jeongguk belonged to them. And they had seen him kiss Yugyeom. And was constantly watching him sleep and taking photos of him. His paranoia was not just him being scared for no reason—there really was someone stalking him.

He shakily picked up the next letter. February 28th. This was after Yugyeom went missing. A horrible feeling tugged at his heart as he began to read. It went into details about how he had broken down in the arms of a friend...and he felt dread weigh down his body. He now had an idea of who this was, and he was praying it wasn't him.

The last two lines of the letter had him choking back a sob muffled by his quivering hand.

Who knew all it took was taking Yugyeom away from you?

You're mine now.

The tears rolled down his cheeks, and before he picked up the next letter, and rummaged through the package.

Used tissues, dirty underwear, and tons of photographs of Jeongguk. Him sleeping, crying, laughing, sick, masturbating, at school, at the park, at the supermarket—and finally of Yugyeom.

Jeongguk choked back a scream at the photographs. The tall boy was hanging by his wrists in a dark room, a knife in his stomach, blood coated over his once unblemished skin and staining his hair and torn clothes. The picture beside that one was one of him with his neck slit, red blood oozing down his chest.

He picked up the next letter, his vision blurred with tears. March 6th.

He had been so close to this creep all along. His heart was beating so hard, so fast, he felt it was going to rip through his chest. He threw the letter down, grabbing the next one. March 13th. The first line made his heart snap.

Yugyeom is slowly fading.

The letter described in detail what he did to the poor boy. And what he did with his "treasures" from Jeongguk. The young boy almost gagged, his stomach queasy as he continued to read.

The last line had his body freezing on the spot, his blood running cold.

I'll just move into your apartment.

Jeongguk frantically scrambled for the next letter, dated at March 20th, and Jeongguk once again cried, his hands shaking like a wet leaf. His whole body was trembling.

Yugyeom was dead.

And this creep had been living in his apartment for a while.

He tore the letter up, bolting up from the bed and grasping his hair in his hands. He tugged at the fine strands, screaming. Tears flowed freely from his eyes, staining his pale cheeks.

He was beyond terrified. There was one more letter, dated at March 21st. He inhaled deeply, shakily, before grasping the last letter and opening it. He gasped, his doe eyes flying wide.

It was just the three simple words "I love you" written over and over for a whole page. His eyes skimmed over the feeble words—before he dropped the letter and horrifying scream tore from his raw throat. He fell to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Why?" He whampered pathetically, sitting on his legs on the cold floor, his arms limp by his side and his gaze on the carpet.

The last two sentences read:

I'll be waiting for you. I'm in your wardrobe.

Jeongguk tilted his head back to face the slightly open wardrobe. He slowly pushed himself to his feet, his knees shaky and weak, his hands quivering. He stumbled over to the wardrobe, his heart pounding painfully against his chest. He inhaled deeply, shakily, and threw open the doors of the wardrobe.

With his throat raw from screaming, he just whimpered in defeat and collapsed onto the floor once again. Two dark eyes watched him, a deep and disturbing smile etched into angelic features.

Taehyung crawled out of the wardrobe, arms cradling the sobbing boy. Jeongguk flinched and wailed, trying to pull himself away from the older male's tight hold. Jeongguk weakly beat his fists against his chest, sobbing uncontrollably as he tried to escape.

"Shh, shh, my beautiful Kookie," he whispered, his deep voice sickened sweet. Jeongguk screamed again, broken sobs breaking his scream. Taehyung pulled Jeongguk ever closer, forcing his face to bury into his chest, smothering his screams. His fingers carded gently through the sweaty black hair in a soothing manner—yet it was anything but soothing.

"Why?" Jeongguk whimpered, his voice hoarse. He had given up at this point. He had given up on trying to escape the older male's vice grip.

"Because I love you. And you're mine," Taehyung whispered, his voice low and his eyes dark. He roughly used his long fingers to grasp Jeongguk's gentle jaw, forcing the wailing boy to stare him directly in the eye.

A demented smile quirked at the corners of Taehyung's pink lips, a dark glaze shining in his brown eyes. "I like you most like this. Red, tear-stained cheeks, dark wet lips, sweaty hair..." Taehyung listed lowly before he pulled Jeongguk's face into his, forcing their lips together.

Jeongguk began to struggle, pushing and hitting the older boy, trying to escape. Taehyung just chuckled darkly against those red lips, forcing his tongue past the barrier into the hot wet cavern. He grasped the back of Jeongguk's neck, fingers tangling into his black hair, pushing him closer. Taehyung worried Jeongguk's red lower lip in his teeth, tugging on it.

Jeongguk whimpered, hands weakly hitting Taehyung's broad chest, the air leaving his lungs.

"So perfect, so beautiful," Taehyung whispered against bruised lips. They were as soft as rose petals, and he loved the taste of Jeongguk's mouth. He yanked Jeongguk's head back, the younger crying out in pain.

Taehyung wasted no time in biting his exposed neck, marking him.

"Finally mine." He growled possessively, his grin threatening to split his face in two.

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