Signed, Your Biggest Fan(Kim Taehyung) Chapter Six
de·lu·sion
dəˈlo͞oZHən/
noun
an idiosyncratic belief or impression that is firmly maintained despite being contradicted by what is generally accepted as reality or rational argument, typically a symptom of mental disorder.
Genre; I don’t even know. Angst? Fluff? Both? Neither?Warnings; murder, kidnapping, stalking, psychotic Bangtan, death, gore, violence, explicit language and scenes. ‘Cause who doesn’t need a little cray cray TaeTae in their life?
Word Count ; 1,364
Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
After your encounter with Taehyung, your nerves were at an all-time high. It wasn’t that you were afraid of him. You knew every word you told was true. The only thing was, every word that left his mouth was true too. Your life was in his hands. The sheer thought alone, even if you knew he was incapable of hurting you, was enough to shoot ice cold fear into your bones.
There was a way to get out. There was always a way to get out. You just had to stop thinking like that stereotypical damsel in distress that always died in horror movies. This wasn’t 10 Cloverfield Lane. There was no alien apocalypse he had saved you from. You had no reason to be scared of escaping your confines. Even if the men he lived with were fucking terrifying serial killers.
Okay...maybe that was one reason you should be scared. If they caught you what would be stopping them from proving to you what Taehyung told you was completely true? But frankly, you didn’t plan on getting caught. You had watched enough horror movies to survive this. You weren’t the stupid protagonist tripping over her own two feet. You were going to survive.
Taehyung (thankfully) didn’t visit you for a few days. In those days Seokjin would bring you food, books, little things to entertain you, and would even stay and have conversations with you. From him, you learned a bit more about what you were up against.
There were seven of them in total. Seokjin (the eldest) Yoongi, known as “Suga”( second oldest) Hoseok (also known as Hobi and J-Hope) the third, Namjoon (called Monster) was fourth, followed by Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. Judging by how they were described, your safest bet would be to try to get close to either Jimin or Jungkook. Hoseok was described as a very happy boy, but Jin informed you he was very close to Yoongi, and you didn’t completely have a death wish.
They all came from harsh backgrounds. Drug dealers, thugs, drug users, abuse victims, pimps. That was the world they had been surrounded by. When they found each other they became the only true family any of them had ever known.
Yoongi grew up on the streets. His dad was an alcoholic, his mom had left them for some man she barely knew. So, he was left to fend for himself while his poor excuse of a father drowned his sorrows in soju and whiskey. He witnessed his first murder at eight, committed his first murder at twelve. Jin had found him, a scared boy at the age of fourteen, holding a bloody knife in the middle of the street. So he brought him inside, feeding him until he thought he would burst. He tried to leave quickly, in fear of the older boy’s family finding him. Jin didn’t care. It’s not like they ever came home long enough to notice.
Hoseok grew up in a neighborhood riddled with drugs. His parents couldn’t do a day without their fix. But they didn’t always have the money to supply themselves. So, he spent his days surrounded by strange men that came in and out of his parents’ room. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how they were getting their money. Not from the bruises that would appear on his once loving mother the next day. She once spent her days laughing with his father and attending his dance showcases. But that all went down the drain. After a while he fell down the same path, spending his days surrounded by baggies of white powder. It was the only way he could feel happy anymore. Now he was high on life, living his days surrounded by his brothers. They were all he needed.
Namjoon grew up in a low-income family. He lived with his Grandmother from a young age, from when his parents were incarcerated until she died; he was ten. His parents had somehow cheated the system and were set free from prison, somehow gaining custody of their son after four years in and out of foster care. So, he ran away. Jin didn’t tell you why, but you knew it was something not to be talked about. He was in the top percent of his school, but could barely afford food while living in an abandoned apartment. let alone books. So he turned to drug dealing at a young age. He thrived until he was sixteen, when he was found and thrown back into his parents’ care. Jin refused to continue the story from there, something told you not to ask.
Jin had described Jungkook as “innocent seeming, but very protective of his hyungs. He went through a lot growing up. His family was full of terrible people. We all care about him a lot, and I think that’s why he’s open to showing his more caring and lovable side to us. When we first met him he was cold and harsh, he had built up walls to not get hurt. But gradually he let us take those walls down. But the second someone hurts or upsets his hyungs, his fury could rival the Devil’s.”
Honestly? That kind of terrified you. But, before you could ask why he had been so cold and ask him about Jimin, himself, or Taehyung, there had been a girlish scream from the main house and he left. The second he did, you took the notebook he had given to you, complete with a lock and key, you set to work. First, you wrote down what you knew about the boys. Then you made a section dedicated to the names and descriptions of missing people, placing checks by the ones you knew for certain had been in the same house at some point (proven by word of mouth) and question marks by the ones you weren’t sure of, but believed could be possible.
It wasn’t until a full week later Taehyung returned to your room. Instead of pretending he hadn’t threatened you, or even apologizing like a sane person would have, he wordlessly led you up to his room and into the connected bathroom. “Hurry up and get in,” he instructed, turning his back so you could undress and submerge yourself in the bubble-covered water. Now could be a good time to see what you could get out of him. Maybe he’d let something slip that could help you escape.
“Taehyung?” You softly called once you were settled. He turned around, cold eyes landing on you. “What?” He asked, walking over and settling on the closed toilet lid. “I’m sorry for what I said. I was just worried you’d find someone better and throw me down into the Play Room like the others,” you apologized, making sure you keep your gaze down on the bubbles and a solemn look on your face. You never thought you’d put those acting classes your dad forced you into to use.
You heard him sigh, sliding down so he was kneeling next to the tub. “Hey, look at me,” he softly instructed, fingers lifting your chin up. You felt like cheering once your eyes met his, noticing how the previously cold features of his face had softened. “There’s no one in the world that could replace you. I’m your biggest fan remember?” And with that he grabbed the bottle of shampoo, motioning for you to move closer. Sucker.
“C’mon, little flower. You have to get up,” a deep voice cooed, tickling your nose with your hair from where he had placed a nearly unconscious you on his bed. You whined, shaking your head. “Don’t make me jump on you,” he cooed, moving to stand up. Your arms shot out, going around his waist and pulling him down on top of you. His eyes widened, breath stuck in his throat. Your breath evened out, fanning against his cheek.
He slowly slid down, resting his head on your stomach, your hands sliding into his hair, playing with the strands as you slept. Taehyung smiled softly, burying his face in your stomach, using it to muffle his soft giggle. Maybe five more minutes...
