Head Assassin, Between-the-Chapters: Tae Ch 4
We are back with our favorite Scorch-Hybrid.
BTS Fanfic: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | (T-1) | (T-2) | 5 | 6 | (T-3) | 7 | (T-4) |
Warnings: Dark, forced kiss, non-con topics, violence/blood, somewhat sexy times, Dark!Tae, Dark!Jimin.
Rating: R
Beta: @blerdygirlwrites
A/N: Remember this is a “spin-off” of sorts from the main plotline, but you do need to read everything to fully understand what is going on. Hope you like this next chapter. I am also thinking about showing a bit of Yoongi’s home life....Hmmm....?? Would love to hear feedback. Thanks for reading.
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“Alright, the first thing you need to understand, is that this is your life now. Accept it. Nothing you do can change it, so learn to deal with it.” Eunseo stood across from the Song women, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. Here she was, in a posh sitting room giving a hard knock lesson to two noble women. They were in designer clothes, while she was in Taehyung’s t-shirt and sweats. The borrowed clothes swamped her, but they were still better than her other option, the skimpy gold dress that the women had first met her in.
Eunseo had jerked awake that morning with Taehyung softly calling her name. Before she was even fully aware, Tae had kissed her forehead, telling her that the stuff from her old apartment was on the way and that he would be home in the afternoon. He then smoothed the hair out of Hong-Do’s face, and then walked out the door.
Now, she and the Song women were having their little “meeting” while Taehyung was away. Eunseo would have liked to have at least been in her own clothes when she met with the noble women, but when she had snuck down the stairs to scavenge breakfast for her and her son; she had come face to face with the women who wanted to capitalize on Taehyung being gone. To Ga-Yoon and her mother’s credit, they didn’t bat an eye at her clothes, and had some servants bring food to the sitting room for all of them.
“Kim Taehyung is a Scorch-Hybrid.” Eunseo continued, glancing out the window where she could see Hong-Do and a servant playing in the garden that faced the sitting room.
“What does that actually mean?” Ga-Yoon’s mother asked.
“That means that he was bred by the Noble Houses and the Old Regime to be a psychotic mass killing weapon.” She brought her focus back on the women, and could tell that they were uncomfortable with how blunt she was being. “I’m not going to sugar coat things, so if you want me to stop, now is the time to tell me.”
“No…we…we need to know.” Ga-Yoon said, sitting taller in her chair. Both women were pale, but also held determined looks on their faces.
“Scorches are extremely territorial, aggressive, and lethal. Tae could kill us all with his bare hands in seconds.” Eunseo went on, after hearing that the other women were willing to learn. “He doesn’t have any moral code, except what he has decided for himself. Which means he can be highly unpredictable and somewhat unstable. Most never know exactly where they stand with a Scorch. They despise anything that could be seen as challenging their authority, which is why there are so few male servants in this house.”
“Which is why he…killed everyone when he came… I mean the men anyway.” Ga-Yoon’s whispered statement made Eunseo’s heart break a little, but she didn’t let it show. They all had to become immune to these types of things if they were going to survive.
“Exactly.” Eunseo said, trying to ignore the haunted look on both the noble women’s faces. “Taehyung got rid of anything he felt was a threat, and replaced everything with people that would be in his control.”
“Which means, he doesn’t think we are a threat.” Ga-Yoon’s mother spoke again. A knowing look in her eyes.
“Correct.” Eunseo threw a smile at the older woman. “Which is a very, very good thing for all of us. Instead of a threat, we are all now part of his territory. He sees us as something that belongs to him; and even though it doesn’t sound like something to be proud of, for us it is a wonderful thing. Why? Because if we belong to him, he will keep us looked after and safe.”
“As long as we do exactly what he wants.” Ga-Yoon said, anger seeping into her voice.
“True.” Eunseo answered, nodding her head. “Our safety rides on the ability to keep Taehyung happy, but he is actually a lot easier to navigate than you think.”
“He wants a family.” Giving her daughter’s hand a reassuring squeeze, the older woman again looked at Eunseo.
“Yes.” Eunseo smiled, happy that the noble woman was picking up on things. Moving away from the windows, she sat on a plush chair facing the women. “He wants people who are happy to see him when he gets home. Wants to be asked how his day was, and to be told to wash up because dinner is going to be soon. He wants the type of family that is only ever seen in ancient movies.”
“So, if we do this, we will be safe?” Ga-Yoon asked, disbelief in her eyes.
“Not totally, no.” Eunseo said, dreading where she had to go next. “Scorches need to have two main things to keep them happy. Sex and blood.” Forcing herself to overlook the other women’s bright red faces, Eunseo took a deep breath and continued on. “I’m here to take care of the sex, but he needs to kill things; and we need to be ok with him coming home covered in blood. We need to ask no questions, and expect no answers.”
The two women gasped. Clutching at each other; their eyes turning glassy.
“That being said,” Eunseo hurried to continue, hoping the other two wouldn’t faint. “Taehyung seems willing to not bring that part of his personality home. So even though it’s something you should be aware of, he might be unwilling to sully where his family resides. So, we might be very lucky and never see the blood.” Eunseo felt bad that she had to take it this far, but the truth was the truth. She still had nightmares about being tossed into Taehyung’s room after he had come back to the center from a killing spree; blood everywhere. She shook her head a bit to dispel bad memories.
“So, we need to focus on making him think we are a family?” Ga-Yoon’s mother finally broke the silence; wanting to get back onto somewhat safer topics.
“No,” Eunseo shook her head, giving both women a sad smile. “Not think we are a family. We have to truly become his family. Taehyung is not dumb. I am sure he knows that whatever pleasantries you’ve given him have been forced and fake. That will only keep him happy for so long. He needs to feel our complete acceptance of what he is and what he does. That is the only way it will work.”
“But he’s a monster!” Ga-Yoon yelled, jumping out of her chair to pace back and forth. “You’re saying that we have to accept—“
“Yes!” Eunseo interrupted Ga-Yoon’s coming rant, walked over and taking the younger woman’s hand into her own. “The only way we will survive and have even a smidgeon of happiness for ourselves is if we learn to love the monster that is Kim Taehyung.” Leading Ga-Yoon back to the chairs, Eunseo also took a hold of the older woman’s hand. “It’s better to be beloved of the devil than to be in his war path.”
The three women gripped each other’s hands and shared sad smiles, until the door opened and a servant announced that the boxes from Eunseo’s old apartment had arrived.
“Why don’t I text Lieutenant…I mean Taehyung and see what he would like for lunch.” Ga-Yoon’s mother stood tall, wiping at slightly damp eyes. “You did say he would be back in the afternoon, yes?”
Before she knew what she was doing, Eunseo embraced the older woman. Seeing her accept and try to follow through with the plan made Eunseo truly feel that they were going to be a team. The noble woman went absolutely still, before slowly bringing her own arms around Eunseo.
“I think that is a wonderful idea. Taehyung would like that, I’m sure.” Eunseo said, pulling away from the woman with a soft smile.
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“I don’t like the cloths you brought from your old apartment.” Taehyung glared at the open door of the massive walk in closet that held both of their cloths; then without waiting for any reply stalked to the bathroom and slammed the door. The sound of the shower turning on coming through the door a few seconds after.
Eunseo sighed, and then sat at the edge of the king size bed that was in the middle of the room that she would be sharing with Tae from now on. He had been pleasantly surprised when he had come home for lunch, and everyone greeted him with smiles. Eunseo knew that he especially liked that she and Hong-Do had given him a hug; but his mood seemed to steadily worsen from there. Every time Taehyung came across something else that had been delivered from Eunseo’s old apartment, he became moody and petulant. The worst being when they had put Hong-Do to bed together, and the boy had immediately cuddled an old brown bear and not the new stuffed animal that Tae had brought home. Eunseo knew that she was very close to having to deal with a Scorch-Tantrum. Taking a deep breath, she started mentally preparing for what she was about to do. It was time to take on Kim Taehyung.
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Taehyung turned from toweling his hair dry, when the bathroom door opened, and something came flying across the room; hitting the small garbage can which toppled to the ground. It took him a moment to figure out that some of Eunseo’s cloths were on top of the overturned can.
“You know, I’m not sure I like any of my old cloths either. I guess you are going to have to buy me new ones.”
Taehyung turned toward Eunseo’s voice and then stopped dead. She leaned on the door frame, a smug look on her face and not a stich of clothing on her body. The towel fell from his hand, forgotten as his eyes wandered over the body that was his again. Even after having a child, her breasts were pert. Her hips and thighs were a bit thicker than he remembered, but that just made his lust kick up a notch. He had always thought that the center kept the girls too thin.
“Get on the counter.” Taehyung growled out his order.
“No.” Eunseo turned on her heel and was out the door before Taehyung could even react to her refusal.
“What did you say to me?” Taehyung caught up to her, grasping her arm, he swung her around to face him. “You don’t get to say no!” Tangling his hand in Eunseo’s hair, he forced her head back and covered her mouth in a bruising kiss. It was a kiss to prove dominance. It wasn’t meant to be soft.
“I said no!” Eunseo gasped, doing her best to evade his overpowering kiss. Managing to get an arm free, she raked her nails down one of Taehyung’s cheeks. Drawing blood.
“Fuck!” Taehyung released her, more from surprise than actual pain. Bringing a hand up to his cheek, he came away with blood on his fingers. “You scratched me!”
“Oh please,” Eunseo backed away giving him an eye-roll. “Your fancy genes will heal you in no time. Get over it.”
Eunseo knew that she was teetering on the edge right now. Things could get bad quick, but she wasn’t going to back down. Not now. She wasn’t in the center anymore.
“I’m not a fuck-girl anymore Tae.” Eunseo watched as Taehyung’s red-rimmed eyes turned back to brown. She knew that he was listening. “I no longer have to jump when you call. I, too, get a say on how our sex life goes down.”
“So, this was just a power play?” Taehyung’s eyes again started to turn red, and he took a step towards Eunseo.
“Nope. It was the new truth of how we are going to live.” Eunseo also took a step towards Taehyung, which the hybrid was not expecting. Brief confusion crossed his face, and he stopped; giving her time to close the gap. Going onto her toes, she tangled her hands into the back of his hair; pulling his head to one side, she bit Taehyung above his collar bone before letting her tongue sooth the site.
“Fuck…” They way Taehyung said it this time, was more of a soft purr. Eunseo could also feel his cock twitch under the towel that was still wrapped around his waist.
Sliding back down his body, making sure her breasts were pressed against him the whole time. She smirked at his aroused state.
“If you are a very good boy, maybe I will let you bite me too.” Eunseo stepped back, and eyed Tae. “Lose the towel, and get on the bed.”
Taehyung’s eyes flicked back and forth from red to gold. Letting Eunseo know that he was warring within himself. Finally, his eyes remained gold denoting that he was full on lust mode. Letting the towel drop to the floor, Tae threw his own smirk her way, when he heard her quick intake of breath and saw her own eyes darken with lust as she ran them over his body.
“Like what you see?” He asked, situating himself on the bed.
“You always have been and will be the sexiest hybrid alive.” Eunseo said, giving him a saucy wink. Climbing on the bed, she straddled Taehyung and allowed him to grab her ass with both of his hands.
“It can’t always be like this.” Taehyung whispered, pulling her closer to his body. “You know I have to have it rough. Have to be in charge.”
“I know what you need, baby.” Eunseo steadied herself on his shoulders, leaning in she tilted her head and kissed the cheek that still had a bit of blood on it from her scratch. Meeting his gaze again, she saw his eyes zero in on the blood that was on her lips. She felt his dick harden even more under her. “When I said I was no longer a fuck-girl. I meant that we would give and receive equally. So, right now you are going to be my very good boy.” She ground down, causing him to moan. “Later, I can be your very bad girl who needs to be punished.”
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“I… I was hoping to find some time to speak to you about going back to school, now that they are opening back up.” Ga-Yoon’s voice only stuttered a little bit, as she leaned closer to Taehyung and passed some paperwork his way.
Eunseo was proud to see that Ga-Yoon was finally able to look at Taehyung’s face when speaking to him. It had been a month since the women under Taehyung’s rule had decided that they were going to become the family he needed. It was slow going, but both noble women had stopped calling him by his title, and had even teased him when he pouted after loosing at cards. Things were still stiff and formal at times, but all in all things were on track.
Ga-Yoon had brought up that she had been in college for fashion design before the war, and that she missed it terribly. Eunseo had told her that this was the prefect thing to bring up to Taehyung. Not only to have something to talk about, but to also let him feel that he is able to provide something for her.
“Wow, Fashion design!” Eunseo slid onto the armrest of the chair Taehyung was sitting on, causing him to wrap his arm around her waist to steady her as she looked down at the paperwork in his hand. “Maybe you could be the next big must-have brand that all the celebrities have to wear!”
“That’s the dream.” Ga-Yoon’s face turned pink, giving Eunseo a shy smile.
“I don’t see why you can’t re-enroll and get back into the swing of things.” Taehyung said, still reading the paper in his hand. “As long as you have your bodyguard with you at all times; and your tracker is always turned on.”
“Oh, thank you!” Ga-Yoon jumped out of her chair, a huge smile on her face. “I’m going to go let mother know! Thank you, Taehyung!”
Taehyung’s own face lit up as he watched Ga-Yoon fly out the door to find her mother. She never seemed to want anything, and only politely thanked him when he would bring home presents. Now he finally knew what she wanted in life; and he was proud that he was the one who could give it to her.
“You old softy.” Eunseo teased, brushing Taehyungs bangs out of his eyes; bringing him out of his thoughts. “You’re probably Ga-Yoon’s favorite person right now.”
Taehyung, came to his feet, bringing Eunseo off the armrest with him. Throwing the paperwork onto the coffee table, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into a hug.
“What about you? Am I your favorite person too?” Taehyung asked, kissing the top of her head as he rubbed circles into her lower back.
“Are you fishing for compliments, Kim Taehyung?” Eunseo pulled back, giving him a flirty smile.
“Maybe.” Taehyung brought his lips close to Eunseo’s; before she pulled out of his loose grasp when the sitting room door opened.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Jimin called, as he entered the room, not caring in the least that Taehyung was glaring at him. “Yoongi has been trying to get a hold of you. Why aren’t you answering your phone?”
“Shit.” Taehyung mumbled, patting his pockets. “I must have left it in the bedroom. What does he want?”
“No idea.” Jimin said as he sat down in the chair Taehyung had just vacated. “I’ll wait here while you talk to him in case we need to go somewhere together.”
Taehyung left the room, leaving Eunseo alone with Jimin. Something she always tried to avoid.
“I’ll go see if Taehyung needs help finding his phone.” Eunseo said, trying to get to the door as fast as she could. Jimin was faster.
“So how goes the whole, one big happy family scam?” Jimin leaned against the door, effectively cutting off Eunseo’s escape.
“I don’t know what you mean.” Eunseo took a step away from Jimin, but was stopped by Jimin’s hand around her upper arm.
“I mean,” Jimin said, pulling Eunseo closer to his own body. “have you gotten tired of playing the part that Yoongi cooked up for you yet?”
“Now I’m really lost.” Eunseo yanked her arm out of his hold, and took a few steps away from Jimin, knowing that the only reason she could was because the Anchor allowed her to do so. “Yoongi? I’ve not seen Commander Min since I approached him to help me find Taehyung, so I am really not sure what you are asking?”
“Enough!” Jimin advanced towards Eunseo, his eyes briefly flashing red, which let her know how truly upset he was. Anchors rarely let their emotions show, so Eunseo started feeling a bit worried that he was doing so now. “You and I both know that you would never put yourself into a hybrid’s hands willingly. Especially Tae!” Grabbing her again, he swung around, and pushed her against the door, caging her in with his arms.
“Move away from me!” Eunseo pushed at his chest, but Jimin didn’t budge an inch.
“Tell me the truth!” Jimin’s eyes again flashed red.
“I wanted to find Taehyung so that Hong-Do and I could have his protection and so he could finally know his son!” Eunseo said, forcing herself to look directly into Jimin’s eyes, hoping he couldn’t hear how fast her heartbeat was at that moment.
“Lies.” Jimin whispered, moving his arms so that one hand gripped her waist, as the other started to stroke her cheek. “You never wanted to be Tae’s woman.”
“No!” Eunseo jerked her cheek out of his hand, anger replacing her fear. “It was you who I never wanted to be with, not Tae!”
Jimin brought both hands up and slammed them into the door on either side of Eunseo’s head. His eyes fully red now.
“I would be careful what I say, if I were you!” Jimin growled out.
“It would take me screaming once for Taehyung to come busting in the door.” Eunseo said, forcing herself to remain calm.
Jimin’s eyes slowly turned back to brown, as he started getting a hold of his temper. He knew what Eunseo said was true, and had no wish to fight Tae at this time. Pulling her away from the door, Jimin yanked it open; not caring that Eunseo fell to the floor.
“Tell Taehyung that I’m waiting for him in my car when he gets off the phone with Yoongi.” Jimin threw over his shoulder at Eunseo as he walked out of the room.
Pushing herself up off the ground, Eunseo quickly shoved the door closed and leaned against it, trying to get her breathing under control. She hated Park Jimin, and wished she could tell Taehyung what he was really like; but the truth was that Tae needed Jimin as his Anchor. Most times it was Jimin who was able to stop blood baths from happening. She had been in the center when they tried to match Taehyung up with an appropriate Anchor. None of them could reign him in, except Jimin. What Eunseo had always wondered, though, was just who would be able to reign Jimin in if he truly let his demon out?