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The haunted estate insulated from all had turned into his home. A home for himself in which he sung and exercised. He flourished within it, surrounded by its dark wooden walls and the calmingly cracking fires within its many chimneys. Heaven on earth, brimming with serene tranquility and the incandescent shining silver sun high above the wan and sagging clouds of winter’s reign. A year had passed. A year filled with horrendous crimes done upon him. From a break in, in which Taehyung had prevented worse from happening than a bit of turmoil and a few broken antiquities, to the everlasting and exhausting trials against his family. It had been upon his statement towards Namjoon, that Jimin had pierced the wasps’ nest and put frightening rage upon himself.

Greed and envy met wrath and gluttony. The family’s money pig refused to comply and thus was deemed to be fitting of condemnation. But little did they know that Jimin wasn’t alone within this icy world any longer, that he had found purpose and a goal to reach. His passion and wish to life had inflamed once more, a phoenix rising from its ashes. Demise he would bring to anyone who stepped into his way in order to slay him. It had started with his aunt’s horrified screech, the way she had pushed Namjoon after his call. The telephone had thundered against the floor, before she had picked it up, rushed and panicked. She had tried her best to coax him back into her net but to no avail. Jimin had learned, he had turned just as astute as his family itself. He was a chip off the old block. 

Namjoon had apostatized, eaten alive by both failure and guilt. Guilt towards betraying the only one who had ever believed in him like Jimin did and failure upon being unable to sway him into leaving his fortune to his family filled by vultures, one worse than the other. Namjoon hadn’t been any better, just the same kind of murderous quisling as his abusive stepmother. He had known all along, had been aware of Taehyung who had murdered those who had previously trespassed and dwelled within the dimly lit hallways. No matter how many times he had apologized and sunken to his knees in the towering snow in front of locked gates, Jimin didn't open his doors. He hadn’t even dared to pore over it the slightest. His eyes had told him enough, his words had been insincere. Beautifully packaged lies that were used to sway him into a false sense of security, just the same as his aunt. Their action and words were cut from the same perilous shards of glass. His mother had stormed in rage, had tried to drag him home by force and hadn’t shunned even the worst possible crimes against him. It was then that Jimin had sought out the infamous lawyer pair Min Seokjin and Yoongi.

Both notorious for their cunning strategies, their chances of winning even the worst and messiest trials were high. They had a way to coax the truth out of anyone, whether good or bed, they used all to their advantage. Jimin had needed their help as his mother had adamantly tried to proclaim him insane in order to gain procuration over his fortune and all he owned, whether it be the little ramshackle shack in the middle of nowhere far in the northern dense pine woods or the estate in which Taehyung resided alongside with him and many of the vicious and sinister spirits, that didn’t dare to touch him upon belonging to the haunted estate’s true master. Half demon half spirit, Taehyung had been cursed to life in the shadows and the serenity of the blackened night.

The trials had been the worst of the past year. They dragged themselves with the press hanging on each of his family’s lips. Like vultures they had mudded his name with grand title pages filled with information boasted up by little lies. His lawyers had reassured him, waited til everyone deemed his family to be in safe waters. Papers buzzed with lies surrounding him to the point of people gawking at him whenever he went to the nearby village. Gossip and rumors spread about him. From Jimin being an insane hermit to being a deadly and ruthless beast who did all in his power to torment his family. Pride would always have a fall. And their demise had been horrendous and bloody with Jimin gloating within the scattered pieces of his family’s once so glorious name. Their fall came with his witnesses, with doctors and nurses, who testified about the abuse done to him, to his own cousin who has gotten his tongue tied and words used against himself. Reluctantly and foolishly he had revealed the extent of his mother’s rigorous abuse towards him as well as divulged that even worse had happened behind the scenes. His stay at the estate came up, Namjoon had perplexedly revealed that Jimin had been sent there to die miserably as the house had been more than unfit for someone in his condition.

His aunt and uncle had gawked in pure shock and horror, while Yoongi had pulled every little detail out of  poor tortured Namjoon, who hadn’t realised the extent of his words before he had spoken them with no way to take them back any more. The pages had turned to Jimin’s favour. The public had roared, people had protested with memories of the once so popular songbird resurfacing. The pride of their country ripped apart and broken by his own family. It had spread like a wildfire, newspapers had been printed each day with new information revealed. The lies of his family came to light, disgusted all closeby. His father had lost it all. His fortune, his company as well as allies and sponsorials. Their fortune had turned into thin air, not even a glimpse of dust was left of it. 

The coffin had been sealed with his parent’s previous allies betraying them. They had spilled the truth for some gold coins from the press who had been way too eager for more details of their twinings and the hefty amounts of money they had been paid by his stepmother who had rigorously tried to plunge him into insanity and sickness in order to rip each and every tiny bit of his property off Jimin’s cold weak hands. His sickness had come in handy for the greedy female who had planned to leech off him since the moment she had heard him first sing within the cathedral amongst all of the other children. He had been the money pig all along. It had been with Seokjin putting her through the mangle that she had been triggering into a state of pure frenzy and rage. Her words had been lethal venom, it had stabbed Jimin right through his heart. The trial had been set in stone right then. Her words had been the nails to his family’s coffin, one they’d never escape from. He still remembered her words vividly. The vileness that she had uttered etched itself into his consciousness to the point of him pondering about for months. 

“Do you know how much work it has been to put this damned getling up on the stage? God, he has given me a headache, wanting to play, wanting to read. But never once wanting to do what I told him to. Children like him need a strict hand and a good beating to grow pliant and polite lest they’ll turn into rotten wenches like you!”, she had screamed on top of her lungs, no mercy within her words. She didn’t hold back nor did she shun inappropriate terms to call each and every single person dwelling within the courtroom. Not even the jurist and the jury had been spared her vengeful fury. Vileness topped with each word that further slipped her loosened tongue. Her face had plumped up, red as a cherry as her veins poppee. Her features had been pulled into a horrendous visage, while her hair was tousled. She spat with each word, her saliva sent flying forwards as everyone sat there in complete and utter silence,” This brat! I should have killed him along with his whore of a mother and locked him up in that room to rot with her.”

“So you didn’t just abuse your son mentally as well as physically and did your best to trick both the institutes as well as the grand jury, but also murdered a helpless woman who just gave birth to her son? Who knew of it besides you, Ma’am Park? Or was it all your merit?”, Seokjin had questioned her while seating himself on the table in between Jimin and his husband Yoongi, who suppressed a pleased smirk. They had shattered the dynasty of treason and trickery. Cho-Hee had roared just then while heaving wildly, out of breath and sanity,” Everyone in that godforsaken house, from my son to my husband to all the servants. His aunt to his cousin. Everyone knew and wanted a piece of my fortune, of my money!”

“I have no further question.”, Seokjin had muttered with neutral expression whilst Jimin’s expression had blanched. Face pale as he peered towards his family, especially Namjoon who had started to bawl and tug at his unruly locks. Yoongi had squeezed his shoulder in reassurance but he hadn’t been able to calm down. Jimin had broken down just then, tears had cascaded down his cheeks. That moment not even the press had dared to take photographs of him. Their hearts had ached just as terribly as his. 

Jimin remembered the judges who had deemed them to prison, every single one of them. Namjoon has come out just as badly as his aunt, father and mother. Whereas his half brother had gotten the milder penalty. Jimin still couldn’t understand why, possible because he hadn’t actively tried to murder him but simply only leeched upon his mother in order to liquidate his gambling debt, that had accumulated over the past years after his sickness had taken a toll on Jimin. The end of trial had been just the beginning of Jimin’s journey. Interviews upon interviews after he had proclaimed his rescission from the public eye. He had answered all of their questions, had tired himself out in order to explain all of his family’s crimes done to him as well as wash his hands clean from all the mud they had placed upon his name and himself. The press had hunted him down and done their best to catch a glimpse whenever he stepped into the cities to buy anything for his new home. Jimin had contacted Taehyung’s far relatives after the end of the trial. Their name had changed thus the search for them had been more than complicated. But Seokjin had helped him find Taehyung’s descents. Jeon was their new name. Jeon Jungkook and Hoseok. Hoseok had married into the Kim family that had changed their name to Jeon in order to escape the Park family’s claws. 

They had been more than surprised upon his call and request to meet within the former Kim mansion. Jimin had been nervous, nausea rose as he had waited for their answer and the next week’s visit. His stomach had churned and dropped. Taehyung hadn’t shown himself the nights until their visit. Absent and silent. Jimin had wondered whether he had simply imagined all of that. Perhaps his forsaken soul had been granted absolution and peace at last with his only wish coming true. He had cried the next night and begged the statue, clad in the same plague doctor’s uniform he remembered to move. But it didn’t rouse, neither did it twitch.

No matter how much he had begged for Taehyung to come back, the spirit had been gone. Perhaps he should have been happy about his redemption, but something vile within him wanted Taehyung back by his side. He ached for the man he had fallen for despite only knowing his face from the portrait above the fireplace, that he treasured as if it was made of gems and gold. It was worth much more than he’d ever even imagined. Each evening he’d caress it and smile upwards towards the house’s owner. Jimin had wished him a good night whenever he went to bed. Every morning without missing a single one, he had proclaimed it being a good one. Perhaps his family had been right. Maybe he had turned insane and had imagined the nightly horrors and encounters. Jimin was a fragile soul, clung to all that could soothe the pain within him. Taehyung could be one of those things, a small piece of imagination that held him back from plunging himself in both self-pity and loathing. 

Meeting Taehyung’s descents to his surprise had ended up rather pleasant. Both had been sweet darlings, thoughtful even. They had heard about the trial against his family and the fact that Jimin hadn’t just washed his own name clean but that of the Kim family as well. Obviously the estate had been given back to the Jeons. They had known what Jimin would ask them for it the minute they had stepped into the estate, shocked that it seemed just the same as in the old photographs. Finding a tie towards them had been easy and dulcet. Jimin adored the couple, albeit stared longingly at them. He had missed Taehyung terribly. Jungkook’s little mole on his lips mocked him, reminded him of the other for the entire time of their short visit. 

“I am so glad you’ve decided to pay me a visit despite my family’s crimes.”, Jimin had muttered a little flabbergasted at their kindness. Jungkook and Hoseok had both been seated opposite him. Two love birds, married already for more than four years. Jimin had been slightly green about their marriage. He had wished one just as beautiful as this for himself, but had been deprived of that option by his avaricious relatives who had tried their best to isolate from society and keep him away from romantic absolution, just anyone who could challenge them for Jimin’s fortune or possibly save him from their greedy ruthless claws. He had stared at the both of them. Two souls just as gentle but also completely different from one another. Hoseok was older than Jungkook. Fox-like features and a heart shaped smile adorned his face, his hair was ruddy, while his body lanky and slim. Jungkook on the other hand had soft features and doe eyes that glimmered whenever the candle light hit his irises. He was shorter but much sturdier than Hoseok. Muscles strained against his garments. Jungkook was the one who answered,“ Jimin, your family may be a bunch of vultures but you’re just as innocent as we are. I heard about the trial. The press hasn’t shunned away from revealing the whole scriptures. I am incredibly thankful that you’ve mentioned our family despite the action partaking hundreds of years ago.”

“I could have never kept silent about the crimes done upon Taehyung. He should have been honored, instead you’re unable to bury him properly.”, his words had carried more weight than intended which startled not only him but also the other two, who stared at him hoth perplexed and flabbergasted. Jungkook had frowned at the passion in which he had spoken, whereas Hoseok had almost ended up almost tearing up with how touched he was. Too much and yet too little. Jimin’s gaze had shifted to the open door behind his two guests. It was cracked upon, but only a small bit. Through the slit he noticed a familiar mask. It vanished as soon as he caught a glimpse of it. No noise, no thundering footfall. He shook his head, brushed it off as a trick of his mind. Hoseok replied this time, his voice wavered. Choked by unshed tears and sobs that he suppressed with all of his composure,“ Sure it’s hard, but he has a grave nonetheless. I am glad our ancestors weren’t able to witness his corpse. Burying your mother must have been terrible after her corpse has rotten over the years in that room.”

“It was hard, I am not going to lie. But I haven’t invited you here to simply talk and apologize. I know it’s a lot to ask after what has been done to your family already. And I accept and understand when you’re declining my wish. I simply wanted to ask whether—”, he had confessed with his heart heavy and plunged into the deep cold. Burying his mother had been less terrible than seeing her rotten and fallen apart corpse. He had slept just in the room next to hers. He had been so close to her and yet separated from the truth. Jimin had believed the lies about her death as weird and odd as they had initially sounded. He had desperately held onto them. His fragile mind didn’t want to accept her death. Even after the trial he had his troubles with accepting that it indeed had been his mother in that coffin and not some other woman. It had taken him more than a few months to finally process what had happened and why it had happened. An affair gone wrong. Cho-Hee’s jealousy and her greed for another child had been his mother’s death sentence.

Yet all was overshadowed by his anxiety and his fear. He had nothing. He had wealth but no home to return to with the estate’s ownership at stake. His question had slipped out rather hastily. He didn’t want to lose Taehyung. Jungkook who had interjected was an angel sent from the heavens above,“ Please, keep the estate. It fits you and as far as I can see, you’ve made a home for yourself within it. You treasure and love it as much as Taehyung would have. So please have it, we would be unable to take care of it anyway with the estate so isolated from civilisation. Our jobs wouldn’t permit such a change at all. And I would rather have someone live within it, while loving it with each of its flaws than for it to fall apart abandoned and alone in these woods.”

“I can’t thank you enough, honestly. I love this house with my whole heart. It’s more than I could have ever asked for. The first time in my life I am at complete peace.”, he had bursted almost in tears as all weight and fears rolled off his shoulders. Jimin had visibly slumped back, his tense muscles had relaxed within split seconds while he leaned back. His teacup had almost slipped from his hands, it cluttered to the table with a loud thud. Hoseok had simply smiled and watched him like a hawk. He had examined his expression, the way he had reacted upon their generous offer. Something had glinted within his fox eyes, cunning and astute. It had felt alike he knew of all and it elicited an uncomfortable coldness to lick across his neck. No, both knew. They had eyed him with something hidden in the shadows. His neck hair had bristled upwards while he had clutched the armchair tightly. Albeit Hoseok’s next words calmed the storm that tossed within him,“ That’s all we have ever wanted for this house to be. So please take good care of it. And I for one hope that you’ll keep in touch with us. As you’re adoringly wonderful and I’d grief losing such an acquaintance.”

“Likewise. I would love to keep in touch as well, Hoseok. I am incredibly grateful. You can’t imagine it.”, Jimin had replied meekly. His voice was nothing but a whisper as he had eyed both adrently. Jungkook had shifted under his stare. It divulged enough of their motives. They loved Taehyung dearly, but surely weren’t out to deal with whatever housed within the estate nor the aftermath that owning it would bring. What shocked him however were Jungkook’s kind words, filled with softness and honesty of the sort Jimin had been granted way too little in all of his life. Jungkook had meant his words, when he had proclaimed his mind so brazenly and unabashed,“ I am sure Taehyung would have loved marrying you instead of his former fiancé. Weirdly I have the feeling that you’d have fit much better to him. My 4th great-grandfather.”

“Jungkook. I don’t know what to say to this. Perhaps in a different life, I’d have married him. No, I’d marry him in this life if he was alive without hesitation.”, his gaze had averted from the two and shifted without reluctance towards the portrait above the fireplace. He had glandered Taehyung with such longing that Hoseok chuckles and shook his head while he nursed his own cup of lemon tea. A sigh had left Jimin’s plush lips. His chest had tightened, he missed Taehyung so badly. The creaking stairs and wooden planks, his heavy footfall and the clacking of his cane. The way his coat fluttered and his heavy leather shoes dragged against the fluffy carpet of his bedroom. He missed how he had stood there and watched over Jimin whenever he slept. He had fallen for the once so vicious ghost of the estate. Fallen so deeply that he almost teared up just then if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s statement, that plunged him right into the icy coldness of the wintry oceans,“ I know, I can tell. You’ve seen him, haven’t you? The same shadow that I and Hoseok have caught a glimpse of years ago, when we demanded your aunt to give the estate back to my family.”

Jimin had been mortified by the information at hand. He hadn’t known how to process what the others had uttered that evening, he still didn’t. Even now he had problems with catching up to their little tales and whispered secrets. He wondered what exactly had given him away. Perhaps it was the way he had peered at the portrait with such longing that there must have been more to his request than just the love towards the silent estate and the dense pine tree forest, that cupped the mansion with all of its splendor and glory. Or maybe it had been the way his body hand jolted and twitched upon peering at the far corner towards the door? Who knew? It was a mystery to him and somehow he could already tell that it would stay one. A little secret between the two lovers.

Jimin had to admit, he was more than green with envy and jealous at how easily the two of them could share affections and sweet nothings day in and out, while Taehyung and him were limited to the night as well as his scarce visits. One problem had vanished, another had arisen from the depth of the sickness, that still plagued him to this day. From wild coughing to sleepless night and colds that had rendered him bedridden and weak for most of his recovery. He had to seek medical advice and help. As much as he hated to leave the estate, there had been no way around it if he desired to live without his sickness deteriorating even further.

With his family finally gone and unable to interject with therapy as well as his hospital visits, Jimin had resumed his journey through his sickness and healing. The first few days far from the estate had been horrendous. Every tiny nightly noise had woken him from his slumber in hopes of finding Taehyung close by but it had been only either the nurses or the natural sounds of a rehab clinic. His heart had burned with desire and longing. More often than not had he cried himself to sleep and wished that he hadn’t been cursed to suffer the way he did. The days had pulled themselves like resin. Relentless exercises and appointments that had left him both exhausted as well as drained. His days within the hospital had continued with eating, sleeping and exercises in between doctor visits. Damage had already been done to his body, they had informed him somberly. Damage that couldn’t be reversed with any method there was.

The only thing they had been able to do was lessen his symptoms and ease his life with the aftermath of his stepmother’s abuse. Jimin should have been devastated by the information, protested and cried or made a scene. None of that had happened though. Jimin had resigned years ago. His life had always been somber and glum, there had been no big expectations in the first place. So his disappointment had been contained and kept at bay. Jimin had always known deep down that he would never be able to  sing ever again, that he would still be plagued by breathlessness and fatigue whenever he overexerted his body. The doctor’s words had been a simple confirmation of his assumptions and fears. The next days had brimmed with him longing for the silence of his home, far from gossiping nurses and prying eyes or marriage willing patients who tried their luck after ascertaining about his wealth and the grand mansion he resided within. No matter how attractive and sweet any of these people had been, his mind raced around Taehyung who stood still during the day and turned into a ravenous monster at nightfall. The only positivity he had gained throughout his visits had been the strength his body had slowly regained under the meticulous and strict eyes of the hospital aide and professionals. 

Jimin had been shocked the first time he dared to glander into the mirror after his month-long stay within the hospital. To his surprise and relief he had gained weight and muscle mass. His thighs were much thicker, his bum plumper. His stomach was soft albeit taut. His waist slim, its slope curved beautifully with his wide hips. They swayed whenever he sauntered up and down his room. His cheeks had plumped up as well, the hollows under his eyes had disappeared. The dark circles too. He was still struggling with his sickness, however he looked much healthier. One would have never been able to tell that his lungs were weak and he had to inhale medicine thrice a day simply by his new appearance. For the first time after the trial and his mother’s burial. All of the stress and toxicity had filtered out of his system.

Tears had brimmed at the corners of his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks as he wept and sobbed. His body had swayed while the nearby nurse had given him a handkerchief as well as rubbed his back in order to calm him down. It had been years ago that he had seen himself in this state, it had been before he had fallen sick. His chest had heaved as he laughed merrily, relieved that he was indeed very much alive and no more a hapless empty corpse to a shattered soul, that had lost all reason to live. Jimin found a future, a goal and a home that would always welcome him warmly. A  home which Jimin never wanted to ever leave again. His beloved Taehyung. 

His return home had gladly been eventless but absolutely enthralling. Winter had come once more and powdered the lands and seas with ice and snow. The silvery light from the incandescent moon above reflected on its bright surface. Small frozen droplets glimmered along the pine trees. The starry night seemed much more inviting than usual. It was absolutely bewitching, coaxed one to walk through the snowy peaks instead of riding through the winter wonderland inside of a carriage. The house wound itself towards the darkened skies, blanketed by sparse sheep-shaped clouds. They practically adorned the deep midnight blue akin to delicate and frail decorations. Nighttime had fallen during his journey back home. Jimin had taken the carriage to his estate. The ride itself had been peaceful and serene. Silence had suffused within the carriage as neither Jimin nor the carter had been eager to share anything beyond polite small talk, that died down just as quickly as it had started.

Idly he had spent the ride with small things like reading or watching the quaint scenery change as they passed dense woods and barren meadow orchards. At some point small snowflakes had fallen in patches with the cloudy blanket perforated. While wasting precious time away within the carriage, Jimin had  pondered about the past months apart from the man or rather being he loved. It was quite a childish thing to think, but Jimin hoped that Taehyung would return. Throughout his life within the mansion the other had grown onto him. Upon his eagerly anticipated arrival back home, Jimin had bolted out of the carriage way too eagerly. The carter had simply shaken his head in disbelief at his juvenile behaviour. Nonchalantly without much of a preamble, the old man had dropped Jimin’s bag off right next to him into the ankle deep snow. Jimin hadn’t had it himself to protest or to complain. Though it hadn’t been like he had a chance anyway with the carriage as quickly gone as it had halted in front of the minatory isolated estate. 

Jimin peered into the woods, exactly at the spot he had last seen the carriage disappear to. Flabbergasted, he averted his gaze towards his soaked bag and the mansion, which stood out like an ink blotch on white paper. The chimney alongside with its many smallers towers produced menacingly towards the heavens. Their shadows cut into the softness of the white clouds above. Nothing had changed while he had been away, it was both saddening as it was relief. Jimin had feared that someone might have broken into his home and found their merciless death at Taehyung’s cold hands. But none of that had happened, which Jimin was more than grateful for. Despite the cold of the wintry night gnawing at his sparsely clothed body, Jimin let his gaze wander. His nose surely was as red as his cheeks by now. His warmth breath turned to silvery fog that rose upwards and vanished gradually. As embarrassing as it was to say, Jimin felt like a small dragon hidden within its magical lair. Snorting he shook his head. 

The front yard looked nothing like he had left it. The flowers had wilted, only their thorny twigs and saplings were left. Snow covered the trees as well as the fountain well in the middle. He’d have to pave his way through the ankle deep snow and clear the stairs up the next day. Jimin ardently hopes that he’d not end up snowbound with how much the snowfall had increased in thickness and amount in the past moments. The clouds above connected slowly and deprived his surroundings from the dim moonlight. His gaze shifted along the forest’s edge. Some branches were broken and laid askew across trunks and the barren thicket. The estate was dark, devoid of all light. It was plunged into murkiness. It stood there as if abandoned, eerie and silent in every way. It felt nothing like the warm home he remembered, though that could come from the lack of people buzzing around him. Once more he would have to get used to the quiescence it radiated within every nook and cranny. With the darkness suffusing around him, Jimin shuddered. The gnawing cold was more prominent within his mind now that the wonders of enthralling view fell flat. There was no more time to loiter around outside. Jimin rushedly picked his bag and dragged it with great hassle along towards the stairs. Ice beneath thin layers of snow had him practise his balance as well as cat-like reflexes. Like a fawn right after birth, he sauntered shakily towards the stairs. 

Jimin approached his home cautiously. It greeted him with complete and utter silence and gloom. Humming, he reached into his coat’s pocket and fiddled for the keys. They scattered together, the noise alone cut through the silent area like church bells through the early sunday morning. Despite no mortal soul being closeby, Jimin curled into himself embarrassedly. Hesitantly he opened the heavy double door and heaved his bag across the threshold with the last bit of strength he could muster within his extorted bones. It plumped down somewhere within the menacingly dark entrance.

The  dull thud echoed through the adjacent hallways and indicated to all spirits whether kind or perilous, that the estate’s new master had returned at last. Without further ado, he stepped inside. It was cold, but not as cold as outside where a snowstorm was tossing and turning. It was nothing Jimin couldn’t fix with some wood and one of the many fireplaces. Surely he would be able to warm himself up with a steaming cup of lemon tea soon. Despite him having enjoyed the bustling crowd within the rehab clinic, his home would always be the best location to dwell in. Jimin yawned tiredly and rubbed his upper arms, not even thinking about taking off his thick winter coat. He was a fool but no moron. 

His knees trembled, buckled beneath him as soon as he stepped further into the entrance hall. Carefully he closed the front door and locked it promptly. Jimin felt akin to a thief trespassing. The coldness flipped, turned unnatural. It felt like the house itself was upset about his absence and sneaky return. He couldn’t blame it and neither could he blame those that resided it. Perhaps they had feared that he had abandoned this place too, just like its many previous owners. Nonetheless Jimin wasn’t able to pore over it as much as he wished. Breathlessly he stood within the entrance hall. His chest heaved, Jimin closed his eyes briefly while inhaling hastily. He had foolishly underestimated the serene and eerie atmosphere of the empty building. Nights within it have always made his skin crawl while he dwelled within the hallways. Sure, no spirits were attacking him any more. But their bleakness and the burning feeling of their gawking eyes still lingered. He entered the entrance hall fully and sighed softly. Something foreign within him tugged at his heart strings. his mind flooded with thought about Taehyung.

There was only one place he would want to visit before he even dares to think about resting within his soon cozy warm chambers, while nursing a cup of hot tea. The hallways containing the plague doctor’s uniform and the statue that wore it. As if stung by wasps, Jimin abandoned his bag at the hallway and he rounded the corner with such speed that it had his head swirl for a brief second. His eyes scanned the area. It was just as dark as the rest of the estate. With no oil lamps or chandeliers to be found closeby, Jimin sighed and bit his lower lip. He nibbled at it while his hands frisked the walls. Here and there he pumped into a pedestal and almost pushed a vase or two off them. Blind as a bat he approached his destination cautiously. 

A familiar sturdy figure lurked in the corner of the hallway framed by two pedestals and antique vases. They stood next to him, empty and deprived of colourful floral life. Jimin had thrown the flower bouquets out before he left for the rehab clinic. Slowly but surely he closed the distance between them. Tentatively he inched closer till he stood opposite to him. Finally back by Taehyung’s side. Though it was a prosaic reunion. The other didn’t react to Jimin despite nightfall. His body didn’t move and neither did it twitch the slightest. It was devastating. His heart stung tremendously, shattered into pieces. Wherefore Jimin averted his glassy eyes. His gaze raked over the heavy leather boots as well as the cane and the gloves. His hand reached out, laid tentatively over it before his fingers started ro ghost across the rough material of the uniform. His heart skipped a beat, his breath hitched. Jimin couldn’t stop caressing it, no matter how hard he tried to pull away, he closed the proximity. His chest presses to the statue, cheek to the beak of the mask whilst his arms wrapped around the statue’s waist. Jimin nuzzled nose nose against the beak, the ever vivid scent of thyme and mint suffused around him. It elicited a languorous sigh from him.

Greedily he inhaled and pressed his slips flat onto the beak. His hands slid across the back of his statue as if it were Taehyung’s body instead. With the other absent this was the only closeness he could share with him in the long run. It was heartbreaking but Jimin had made up his mind. He loved the cursed lord more than anything within that wretched world. Jimin swallowed hard and nibbled at his lower lip. He spoke with the same kind of fondness as always,” Have I ransomed your soul or why are you absent? Please come back home. I miss you, Taehyung.”

Yet nothing happened. His body didn’t jolt, neither did it twitch the slightest. It was futile, Jimin shook his head and retreated visibly depleted by Taehyung’s lack of reaction.  Cautiously he sneaked through the hallways, careful of every step. Despite his exercises as well as medical treatments, the distance took all of his strength. With a loud groan, Jimin seated himself onto the stairs and peered at his bags. Tiredly he rubbed his face, he would be unable to drag the bag upwards tonight. His body was deprived of all its energy. Exhausted he leaned against the wooden railing with his side. His gaze wandered through the entrance hall. Just after he had bought the estate, he had taken down all of his family’s portraits and pictures. Every bit of his aunt intruding Taehyung’s home. He had burned it within the empty well just outside in the front yard. That day Taehyung had ended up not showing up at all. His visits had been scarce to begin with, but they were long and filled with them talking or touching one another.

Despite the seldom telltale creaking of wooden planks, he had come and visited him. Reluctantly he let his eyelids flutter shut, Jimin tilted his head back and inhaled deeply. His legs twitched and trembled, his hands were sweaty. He rubbed them dry on his pants and wet his lips. Jimin was tired, felt drowsy as slumber gnawed on his consciousness. His fluffed up bed seemed like heaven just then. The cup of lemon tea he initially wanted to prepare for himself before bed ended up long forgotten. 

Slowly but surely all light diminished, no silver moon light filtered through the small glass panels on each side of the front door. Plunged into darkness, Jimin weighed his options. His bed sounded way too alluring. Eager to soak up in its softness, Jimin pulled himself up at the railing and dragged himself with heavy feet upstairs. They dragged across the carpet in the middle. more often than not did he have to help them along. His bag laid abandoned and forgotten next to the front door. He’d get to it in the morning or the day afterwards, who knew? It depended on his health and his mood quite frankly said. Jimin had all the time in the world within his young life still ahead of him. One step after the other, he rose upwards and seated himself once he reached the first floor.

His chest jerked, while he breathed hastily. Breathlessly he tried to calm his quivering body, he must have rushed upstairs way too quickly. No training would save him from the trouble of his lungs burning and aching after jumping upstairs or running through long hallways. Even a longer walk outside could easily take him out. Though it was much better than before, Jimin had to admit that. Reluctantly he moved his body. The temptation to lay himself down right on the ground behind him had been too alluring. Slumber tugged at his composure. Huffing and puffing, Jimin troded towards his room through the dimly lit hallway. It looked as if it jumped right out of many of the horror novels he had read in secret as a young sprig. 

Long menacing shadows loomed across the walls, the storm outside only added to the eerie feeling of the cold hallway. Jimin wouldn’t be surprised if the horrendous and terrifying ghosts and monsters that waited within them peaked out in order to torture him. Surely they were just waiting for a chance to toss him around within the perilous depth of Taehyung’s mansion. With their master gone surely they’d get bolder and more brazen. Imploringly he hoped he was wrong about it. His pace quickened just as his breathing. Panicked Jimin threw his chamber’s door open with a little too much force. It hit the wall with a loud thud. With the resistance of its surface gone, Jimin scrambled to keep his balance with his legs shaking and weak. His heart skipped a beat as he stumbled towards his bed and clawed at the thin wooden pillars of the canopy in order to not fall right onto the hard ground. Without care, he kicked the door shut afterwards. The last things he needed were bruises and scratches. Disbelief rendered him speechless.

Flabbergasted, he stared at his own reflection in the mirror adjacent from him. He looked incredibly presentable despite feeling like a mess. At least one thing, did his hospitalization grant him. Normally he would have looked like a ghost, similar to those that had haunted him on his first night within the estate. But now with medication and healthy weight, he looked different and much better. Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance at himself. Which normal person examined their appearance after running off in fright? He groaned and rested his forehead against the thin pillar. 

Biting his lower lip, he heaved himself onto his bed and bit his lower lip. Jimin let himself sink onto the mattress, moaned as soon as its soft warmth engulfed him with such gentleness, he felt like sleeping on fluffy clouds next to singing cherubs. With a sigh he pushed himself back up onto his feet. As much as he wanted to rest his eyes, he couldn’t possibly sleep in his tight clothes. In the long run it would get uncomfortable and he’d be unable to sleep at all with his body too exhausted to move and yet too pinched to fall back into slumber. Jimin initially struggled with the buttons of his waistcoat as he yawned more often than not. Uncaring he let it fall to the ground and pool around his feet. Next came his shoes and sock that he toed off with little care for etiquette. His trousers and underwear came last. It was quite an indecent thing to do, to sleep absolutely bare. Yet the softness of silk wrapped around his skin with nothing hindering it from caressing it was too tempting to deny. Jimin tugged it all off in one go, he left his clothes to mold on the cold wooden ground. Jimin let himself fall right back onto his soft bedding to rest pleasantly in it. But rest was nothing he was granted with loud thundering noises echoing downstairs. 

The house awakened, its windows cracked, the wooden planks creaked. Branches and twigs scratched across glass and had him jolt in fright. At first he feared that the vicious ghosts had returned and were out for his blood. Quickly he peered upwards at the canopy. It was devoid of all, no woman with long black hair towered above him. Pregnant silence pulled itself through the atmosphere. Jimin inhaled hastily. His hand pressed to his chest bone, he tried his best to stay quiet. His chambers silenced, turned as muted as it had before. Muffled thumping echoed within the hallways beneath, the stairs creaked next. The monotonous clacking of a cane resounded. Jimin’s breath hitched. Taehyung returned. His heart beat erratically, while butterflies rose and scattered within his stomach. Swallowing, he twirled around onto his back with newfound strength. Loud footfall echoed through the hallway, which led towards his bedroom. It increased in volume as Taehyung approached.

Nibbling at his lower lip, Jimin tugged at his locks in order to fix the tousled mess on his pate. He sniffled and waited for the other. Muscles tense, body pulled taut, Jimin peered at the door. Anticipation rose within him as he waited for Taehyung to enter. He hadn’t seen him since ages. The urge to carelessly leap at the other burned beneath his skin. His fingertips tingled with the inflamed desire to touch the Taehyung, to taste his lips against his own. The flooring in front of his door creaked and yet nothing followed. Nothing else happened. The house fell entirely silent. Jimin exhaled perplexed and frowned at the door. Speechlessly he pursed his lips. Something felt odd about the scene, the way Taehyung lurked in the hallway just in front of his door without entertaining the thought of entering his chambers.

Whilst the other stayed where he had halted, Jimin felt heat lick down along his spine. From the crown of his pate to the very tips of his toes. Haywired he clasped onto the bow of his shirt, palms rolling into taut fists. His knuckles turned white as his cheeks coloured rosy red. Ruddy-faced, he tugged on it. The bow unraveled without any resistance. It stayed around his neck though, resting against his collarbones. Jimin bit his lower lip, for some reason the mere thought of Taehyung watching him undress had goosebumps suffus across his tender skin. His stomach coiled and tightened. Jimin inhaled sharply, anticipation increasing. It was absolutely thrilling. Jimin’s hands trembled while he fiddled with the buttons of his frilled shirt.

They refused to come undone. It elicited a small whine from him as he ripped at it desperately. With much hassle he finally unbuttoned it and sighed as it slipped from his shoulder and pooled at his elbows. Jimin shuddered as a thud echoed outside. Taehyung’s cane had clacked against the wooden planks. Whereby Jimin licked his lips as pored over the recent events. Jimin wondered why the other was watching him like a cuckold. Was it arousing him to see Jimin undress, to touch himself with shaking hands underneath his heated glander? 

Swallowing hard he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, his teeth dragged against its plumpness. He regretted not wearing a pair of his lacy sheer panties. The blush on his cheeks intensified, dusted across the tip of his nose to his earshells. Jimin turned around, back facing the door. His shirt slipped further down along his spine and obscured the upper parts of his plush plump bottom and thighs. Jimin wondered whether Taehyung liked the view, liked seeing that he had gained weight and curves. Surely he did. The thud that followed and rattled against the door was indicator enough. Jimin smiled cheshirely from one ear to the other. Gloating within the desperation in Taehyung’s action, Jimin hummed soft frail melodies. He acted as if he was unaware of the man behind the door. Eyes glassy, he threw a bashful glander over his shoulder towards the door. Almost completely naked, Jimin jutted his hips back just slightly as he swayed his hips just slightly. A faint tease. 

The storm had ebbed away in the meanwhile. His gaze wandered towards the twilight lit forest, the moon high above drowned him in its silvery pale light. Jimin reached absentmindedly towards his nightstand. After some fumbling he pulled a small vial of cream out of it. Promptly seating himself onto his bed while facing the door, Jimin opened the vial and let some of the gooey liquid drip onto his slender fingers. It was a perilous thing to do, to tease the ruthless beast lurking just outside of his chambers. The thin wooden door would do nothing to protect him from the perilous creature that Taehyung could easily succumb to. Nervously he abandoned the vial next to him and coated the length of his bare legs with it. From his ankles up to his upper thighs, he hiked the hem of his shirt up. Little by little, inch after inch. Jimin wrapped Taehyung around his small pinky. He wanted him to lose his composure just as Jimin had back then, when Taehyung had ravaged him for the first time in the blackened hallways. He turned him into someone unabashed, always eager for more than he could take. Taehyung had brought him to the highest of highs and crashed him down even deeper. 

The door ripped from its hinges with a booming crash. It hit the back of the wall as well as the closet nearby. Wood chipped from the furniture as Taehyung’s shadow crept towards him. A roar followed. Panicked Jimin’s head perked up, his pulse skyrocketed whilst his heart felt as if it would leap right out of his throat and escape into the far distance. He could see his tendrils twitched and reached towards him while the other, clad in the same plague doctor’s uniform as always, stayed rooted at the threshold. Jimin shivered, goosebumps spread across his skin, distressed he wrapped his arms around his torso in order to hide his exposed body from the man he had teased a little too much to his liking. Never would he have reckoned on Taehyung losing his composure this badly. It was worse than the first time they had met. He seemed to not care for how desperate and smitten he acted as he rushed over towards Jimin, whose eyes widened and rivaled saucers in size. His breath stuck in his throat, Taehyung’s cane clattered onto the ground. The noise cut through his hasty breathing and the heaviness that had fallen upon them. Taehyung’s demeanour had flipped upside down.

Pregnant silence followed, then a gasp. Taehyung fell onto his knees in front of him. The noise of his knees crashing onto the wooden floor echoed within his room and slithered through the adjacent hallways. The house creaked in answer. Just as excited as Jimin’s intoxicated mind. He swallowed once more while he ardently watched Taehyung peel the mask of his molten jaws that patched themselves together right afterwards. No matter how often he had seen it before, the sight stayed macabre and horrendous. Whenever Taehyung unhinged his jaws, Jimin’s blood froze in fright. Albeit he loved the other with no reluctance nor doubts. It was equally thrilling as arousing. 

His actions were wondrous, Jimin’s couldn’t quite understand what the other planned to do. On his knees in front of Jimin, he liked the view of Taehyung right there, for some reason it spiked his arousal up. His cock chubbed up gradually. Taehyung seemed to worship him as if he was the most treasured gem in existence. Taehyung rumbled loudly, his hands rose to cup one of Jimin’s feet. Wordlessly he raised it towards his lips. Jimin gasped and squeaked in shock while Taehyung parted his scarred lips in order to lick in between his toes. They curled and stretched, the feeling was odd and peculiar. Something he hasn’t had done to him before as sex had always been a rather rushed business with anyone who had come before Taehyung. His rough tongue slid across the soles of his feet and caressed it. His cock twitched in interest. Jimin couldn’t control himself. His cheeks flushed pink. Without further ado it slipped back into Taehyung’s mouth, whose lips had spread into a wide grimace. Thereafter his ravenous lips pressed tender kisses onto Jimin’s skin that were followed by nibbles and bites.

Some merely indents, others bloody scratches, that he lapped up. Razor sharp fangs ghosted along his shin. His flicking tongue wet Jimin’s calves and knee. Rough leather grazed the softness of his tender flesh. Jimin reached out as soon as Taehyung’s teeth clasped onto a patch of his inner thigh. The other sucked against it with hunger and greed. Albeit Jimin’s protest was short-lived. Tendrils wrapped around his other leg. One tied his arms together at the front, causing his frilled shirt to pool around his elbows. They bunched up, casted a painting of piacle and tainted innocence. The other groaned at the sight of pure sin. Jimin felt akin to a swan ready to be gobbled down by a starving carnivore. Yet it filled him with increasing arousal. Never would he have guessed to love situations like that with him in Taehyung’s complete and utter mercy while the other ravaged him in the most pleasurable ways possible. Ways no human could touch him in. Jimin tugged at the tendrils and trashed against his iron grip,” Taehyung please. Let go, let me touch you.”

“No. Stay like this. Beautiful. Plumped up like a fawn in summer.”, Taehyung mumbled, his voice cracked here and there while he sucked vivid bruises along Jimin’s thigh. He mewled and moaned beneath Taehyung’s tendering. his touches and bites, they drove him delirious with desire. Jimin’s body quivered relentlessly. His legs twitched in order to squeeze shut, but to no avail with one tendril pulling at his leg while Taehyung held tightly onto the other thigh. Exposed entirely to the other’s eyes, Jimin covered his twitching cock that had gradually hardened after each kiss pressed to his sensitive skin. His plush lips parted, cheeks flushed. Jimin peered down at Taehyung who growled animalically. The grip of his hand as well of the tendrils tightened, it had Jimin mewl in answer as arousal licked across his nape.

His stomach coiled, his cock hardened further. Precum slid down its length. Greedily Jimin wet his lips, smacked his them together. His eyes glossed over with unshed tears as the tendrils around him pulled his arms up at shoulder height. Left in Taehyung’s mercy, Jimin swallowed as the other unhinged his jaw further. He reached out towards Jimin’s front. His leather clad hands pushed the frilly fabric of his shirt to the side before Taehyung’s tongue wrapped around the tip of his cock. 

Jimin yowled like a cat in heat with the new wet friction on his cock. Warm and moist. The rough palate dragged deliciously over his length. Taehyung’s tongue flicked against the slit of his tip. The sharp edges of his tongue prodded against it. Jimin’s legs kicked out unwillingly. Unable to take more of the pleasure, his body started to shudder at the foreign feeling. It was absolutely arousing but peculiar. It drove him right out crazy. It was something he had never felt before and thus couldn’t pinpoint easily. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, Jimin gasped desperately for air. In spite of his assumptions Taehyung was merciful and gave him a bit of time to relax his erratic breathing, he was aware of Jimin’s weakened lungs, that seemed to have improved but are still nowhere near a perfectly healthy state. Though it was better than back them. Taehyung’s eyes raked over him, mapped his lithe curvaceous figure. The tongue around his cock salivated further. Taehyung didn’t let the chance slip from him as he pried himself off Jimin with force,” You look like a doll ready to be ripped into, sweetling. So beautiful, absolutely splendid.”

It was all Jimin had been given as a subtle warning before more tendrils slid across his skin. Another one replaced Taehyung’s hand on his thigh. A flat tendril wrapped loosely around his neck, while its tip prodded against his lips and slicked them up even further. Those around his arms pulled them up higher, exposed him further to Taehyung's intense eyes. He pounced on Jimin, hands grabbing his sides firmly while his scarred mouth closed around his chest. Taehyung squeezed the softness of his chest and sides, while suckling on patches of his skin. Jimin had barely any time to build real muscles on his body. It was a given feast for Taehyung who growled in delight at soft flesh within his mouth. Without mercy he bit into his chest, left stinging scratches and bite marks across it. Taehyung’s head dipped, his rough tongue rubbed flat against his hardened nipple. Cold air bit right into the cold patches of skin. Jimin moaned in response, it cut through the noises of slick suckling. His body writhed beneath Taehyung’s ministration. It was so absolutely nerve wracking, his body unraveled gradually. Addicted to the pleasure Taehyung drowned him

in, Jimin hungered for more. However at the same time he leaned away from the blinding torture. It was both alluring zestfulness and excruciating tormented. Taehyung’s tongue slithered down to the softness of his stomach and dipped briefly into his navel before it slid roughly towards the other nipple in order to tease it as well. Jimin shivered, his wet skin ached. Coldness elicited a shaky moan from him. His skin was littered with goosebumps that refused to vanish. Another content groan left Taehyung as Jimin’s back arched, chest pushing right against his peckish lips. 

It seemed as if Taehyung himself had enough of his own little games and teasing, Jimin’s moans and whines proved themselves effective against the other whose tendrils lashed out while increasing in number. Some smaller, some thicker. All kinds of shapes wiggled in front of him. A sturdier one wrapped around his upper arms and pressed them tightly to his sides while the one around his lower arms let them slowly sink in front of him. The sturdier one however raised him up onto his feet right in front of the man he desired. Taehyung paid Jimin whom he easily manhandled with his tendrils no mind, instead his interest shifted to the armchair in the corner adjacent from the bed. Like the master of the house, Taehyung seated himself and throned there. He adjusted his mask and swiftly picked his cane up from the ground. His hands folded over it as Taehyung rested against the armchair with his legs spread. The sight was absolutely sinful, it elicited a curse from Jimin’s lips. Desire aflame, he wanted nothing more than to sink onto his knees in between his thighs and suck him off.

Jimin shook his head and let it fall back while staring at the ceiling. Molten shadows danced across it. The other drove him absolutely delirious. The way the dim light of the moon outside grazed the plague doctor’s costume. Both menacing and frightening to others but to him it was arousing. The monster had turned into his personal wet dream jumped right out of his many indecent fantasies. His cock twitched, leaked precum that dribbled down onto the wooden floor. The tendril around his middle squeezed him tightly, had him gasp for air as it raised him even further till his toes only barely touched the ground. The bed next to him was completely forgotten as Jimin got lifted off it fully. All happened under Taehyung's ardent surveillance. No movement, no sound went unnoticed by the man who obviously enjoyed seeing Jimin at his complete and utter mercy more than anything in this world. Jimin himself relished in the attention and friction against his body. Stark naked in front of a man who was fully dressed. He wet his lips, his mind swam with pleas.

“Taehyung please, I beg you. Stop teasing me. It hurts, I am aching for you. Even hell would be more comfortable than burning beneath your smouldering glander.”, but Taehyung didn’t react. He didn’t even move an inch but his tendrils did. And how erratically they moved, Jimin quivered and screamed out in shock. They wrapped around the length of each leg. From the toe to the upper thigh. They slithered against them, coated them with their slick substances, while a smaller one wrapped around his cock. It was wispy, perhaps a little thinner than a shoelace. It twined around his balls up to the tip of his throbbing erection. The tip nudged against the slit of his cock. Jimin’s eyes widened within split seconds. He kicked his legs out futility as he shook his head. It dawned upon him, the prodding of his tongue against the slit returned to his consciousness. The wispy tip breached the slit and slipped inside. He reacted just as quickly. Screaming on top of his lungs left Jimin heaving and panting for air, while the thin tendril continued its pleasuring by thrusting in and out of his urethra. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks. He felt alike pissing himself right then, the friction was absolutely maddening.

More tendrils joined those that held him trapped while Taehyung tilted his head on amusement. Jimi felt his burning gaze and prying eyes on him. His skin tingled, his neck hair bristled. Some of the tendrils flicked against his buttocks, snuck right between them. One coated his rim before plunging right it. Jimin’s head tilted back, he howled in pleasure and pain. The tendril went right to caressing his prostate. More latched onto his body. Two rubbed his hardened nipples, the one around his throat slid into his mouth, while the thin tendril within his urethra quickened its pace. Another thinner one joined in, stretched his slit in the process. Taken from all three holes. Jimin moaned loudly, lost himself in the blinding pleasure while his beloved watched with blazing lust filtering through each of his actions. Taehyung’s purrs resounded in his chambers. Another tendril joined the one within him.

They twined together, rubbed against his prostate ruthlessly. The friction was driving him insane, Jimin shook his head and moaned against the one that lazily thrusted into his mouth. It rubbed flat against his tongue. Jimin sobbed and cried. He could taste the slightly sweet liquid that coated the many tendrils as they teased his body. Jimin had turned into Taehyung’s personal ragdoll and he loved every split second of it. He wanted more, needed more lest he would turn insane.

Jimin cried and begged, his words turned to gibberish. Unable to even talk properly, Jimin peered at Taehyung. The other watched in pure amusement. His muffled laughter cut through Jimin’s pathetic little whines and the slick noises of drenched tendrils thrusting into him relentlessly, never once faltering within their pace. Pressure built within his twitching cock, Jimin writhed in the hold of the tendrils. It hurt so horrendously, he sobbed in protest. Finally with one last flick against his prostate, the little tendrils within his urethra slid out. The pressure vanished, Jimin rolled his eyes back and moaned in relief. His cock twitched and spluttered with cum, it dribbled down his thighs down onto the ground. His rim clenched around the tendrils that continued to abuse his prostate. Cum joined the liquids that pooled beneath him. Another mess made by him. Their first time flashed before his eyes, Jimin groaned loudly. The tendrils within his mouth took it as leverage to slide down his throat. The intrusion was rushed and rough, Jimin heaved for air as the tendril thrusted into his throat without mercy. It pried it open despite the obvious resistance. Taehyung sighed out in pleasure.

He loved torturing Jimin sexually, that was clear. Only once he trashed too wildly did it pull out. It left him coughing and panting for air. Saliva dripped down from his swollen lips. It slid down his chin to his throat. His view blurred as his head swam, all thoughts were gone. His mind blanched. His head lolled to the side, the tendrils within him halted. Inhaling sharply he thanked the gods that they’ve stopped. Albeit he was also thankful to the tendrils that held him up despite all of the ruckus. Jimin doubted highly that he’d be able to even sit properly with how weakened his body felt with his previous orgasm so intense and mind wrecking. 

Pleasure lulled him into a state of trance. Taehyung ripped him out of it just as quickly as Jimin had fallen into its trap. Clothes rustled, Taehyung rose from his ‘throne’. The cane rested against the armchair while Taehyung stared at him and unbuttoned his leather jacket, revealing the garments he had died within. The same waistcoat and shirt. Next came the mask. Taehyung hesitated for the first time this evening. Jimin frowned and tilted his head in curiosity. Then finally he understood. The scars, the molten skin. He looked nothing like the handsome man he once had been. Taehyung was rendered frozen in fear. Fear of getting abandoned, of seeing disgust within Jimin’s soft features. Jimin’s heart ached for the other, he bit his lower lip as he spoke sweetly. Dulcet sweet nothing left his plush lips that tugged into a small smile,” Taehyung, love. I want to see your face. Don’t fear abandonment as I could never leave you, no matter what.”

“You aren’t aware what you’re asking for, sweetling. I can only stay out of those garments for a few hours or my flesh will fall apart. It was the price for a life shackled to the night. But with you by my side even this somber presence has turned dulcet.”, Taehyung murmured as soon as the mask had been lifted from his mouth. His scarred lips in plain sight, molten skin that’s littered with scar tissue. He hesitated once more, his actions were cautious and tentative, as if he gave Jimin the chance to call for a stop once the sight became too horrendous. Gradually the mask came off and revealed the horrendously devastating sight. Another mask made of the same leather material hid most of his molten face. His once so lush and thick hair was sparse and in patches. His cheek parted akin to a jester’s smile. His nose looked off, the entire upper right half of his face as well as his nose were covered. Obviously those places had taken most damage during the fire. His left side looked a little more presentable if one considered that he had burned to death. Albeit he was still attractive with his double-lidded eye and his mole on his cheek bone. Caramel brown irises, that looked like molten ambers. Jimin bit his lower lip.

Embarrassedly his cock twitched in interest. The sight of the estate’s monster. It elicited boisterous laughter from Taehyung who seated himself back into the armchair. With his chin propped up in his gloved palm, he stared at Jimin with relief and purest affection. Subsequently Taehyung raised his cane and waved it slightly,” Who would have thought that someone could feel this aroused by such an atrocious sight. I look like any of the other residing monsters and yet your cock is twitching and chubbing up only for me, as if I am just the same as centuries ago. A handsome young lord in search of marriage and love.”

Speechlessly he stared at Taehyung, bit his lower lip. His words came out as mocking teasing. Leather glad fingers ghosted over Taehyung’s features, Jimin himself ached to touch his delicate skin. Desire blazing within the pits of his stomach, his cock throbbed. His stomach coiled and tightened while blood rushed south. Obviously aroused by the way Taehyung lips cracked. The small spaces in between his ripped cheeks revealed his devilish split tongue. It flicked out to wet his lips. He looked like the devil himself. A god of destruction who could devour him whole within a blink of an eye. The tendrils that held him turned him around. Jimin protested instantly though stilled and silenced as soon as the unbuckling of a belt resounded within the otherwise silent room. The rustling of clothes followed. Jimin’s body tensed, muscles taut with anticipation. Without wasting any more time, the tendrils hiked him higher into the air before seating him flush above Taehyung’s cock. Hard and burning, hotly it rested underneath his buttocks. The sheer size of it dwarfed his own arousal. No wonder why he had felt as if his guts had been rearranged after Taehyung had pounded into him for the first time. It would fill him beyond believe. Jimin’s eyes rolled back, his back leaned against Taehyung’s front. The back of Jimin’s head rested against his shoulder. He mewled and rolled his hips, rubbed his soaked bottom against Taehyung’s hardened cock. It drove him delirious.

To be able to touch yet not fully. To be left within Taehyung’s mercy while the other dangled what Jimin desired most right in front of his face. It was absolutely torturous but Taehyung seemed to enjoy it. His chest rumbled while he nuzzled his cheek right against Jimin’s. His hands slid over his chest, rubbed and twisted his nippled sharply. The wispy tendrils returned and plunged right back into his urethra. This time they delved in deeper. Jimin trashed against Taehyung’s body, mewled and cried. Yes, indeed. Taehyung loved seeing him lose his mind to the pleasure and his gluttonous desires. And Jimin if he had to be honest he didn’t wish for it to be any different. 

Rough hands slid off his chest, his nipples ached and yet rest wasn’t granted to them as thin tendrils wrapped around the hardened nubs in order to tug at them. Taehyung grabbed him by his hips, squeezed and massaged them greedily while his tongue flicked against his nape. Sweat coated his dewy skin, Taehyung groaned and sucked small droplets of itt off his nape and neck. Meanwhile he guided his hips, forcing him to grind harder against his arousal. Jimin moaned languorously, his eyelids fluttered shut within split seconds. His eyes ripped open and widened however as soon as Taehyung lifted his hips with inhuman strength. Albeit the tendrils didn’t stop with their actions. Jimin’s head swirled, lolled into each direction. Saliva dripped from the corners of his lips, completely fucked out. Taehyung’s sumptuous cock sprang up, the tip graced his buttocks. It prodded against them, weeping and ready. The tip soaked up with copious amounts of precum.

Without further ado nor a warning, Taehyung spread his buttocks and let his tip prod against his fluttering rim. It was aching to be filled, widened and slickened up for the other to ravage to his very liking. Jimin mewled and dared to wiggle his hips eagerly, earning himself a harsh hit against his bottom in the process. The tendrils around his midst helped the other, held him up prettily for further teasing. But none of that. Taehyung had grown just as impatient as himself. Shrill wails echoed as Taehyung finally breached his rim while pulling him down onto his length. It squeezed the tip of his cock and tried to push the intrusion right out. But the other cared little and forced his cock deeper into Jimin’s willing body. Jimin was both rendered breathless as speechless. Finally he was granted what he desired most. Even if it was laced with the pain of being split open. He didn’t care. His stomach coiled further, the knot tightened unbearably and threatened to burst any second. Taehyung’s arousal nestled deeply inside of him as if his velvet walls had molten in shape and his body had been made to take Taehyung’s cock into his slickened warmth. 

There was a stark difference between the two tendrils that had previously stretched his rim and Taehyung’s cock that had forced itself into his entrance. Whereas the tendrils were wet and soaked, soft and silky in texture, Taehyung’s cock was veiny and hard. It felt hot against his walls, pulsated and throbbed. It didn’t bend nor did it give out under his rim’s relentless clenching. The sheer pressure of its weight inside of him had Jimin almost lose his composure. It filled every nook and cranny inside of him, rubbed against his already overstimulated and abused prostate with all of its length. The skin on his stomach felt taut and somewhat stretched. Jimin frowned and peered downwards. He shuddered as Taehyung’s leather clad hands cupped his chest once more. He pinched and rolled the erect buds of his nipples, while the tendrils rose upwards to nuzzle each of his tear soaked cheeks. It was almost endearing. Jimin jolted however, causing Taehyung’s cock to slip further inside. A strangled wail left him, tongue slipped out as his back arched, his shoulders pressed to Taehyung’s front.

His toes curled, eyes rolled back while his cock twitched relentlessly. The other’s hardness dragged deliciously across his walls, right against his sweet spot. With a quick glance down, Jimin’s breath hitched. The knot bursted within split seconds. Rushed wispy tendrils slipped out of him quickly, made place for cum to spray across his stomach and chest. His body quivered as if possessed while he came untouched. His rim clenched and tightened unbearably around Taehyung’s ruthless hardness. Jimin whined at the clear protruding bulge on his stomach, that Tehyung’s cock left while staying deeply nestled inside. If it weren’t for the tendrils holding him in place, he’d surely have fallen off Taehyung's lap with how badly his body spasmed. Cum dripped out of the tip of his cock down his balls onto the ground between Taehyung’s spread feet. The other was roaring in laughter. His chest rumbled beneath Jimin’s back. Taehyung pressed one hand against the bulge and pinched Jimin’s nipple with the other. His mellow strained voice echoed within the room, cut through his broken whimpering like knives,” What was that, sweetling? I haven’t had the pleasure to have you yet and you still came without a single touch of mine. It seems like I have already tainted this beautiful cherub with his angelic voice. Already so breathless and yet I am by far from done. Will you be my beautiful bride, sweetling?”

“Yes, I am your bride, my lord.”, Jimin mumbled in between sobs and tears. Drunk on his orgasm and the aftershocks that rocked through his muscles. His body slumped against Taehyung’s chest. He could barely hold his eyelids open. Jimin pored over it, wet his lips in the process. Yes, he liked the prospect of being Taehyung’s bride, whether the other was a demonic ghost or not. Jimin cared little for such details with Taehyung by his side. He didn’t need anything more. No human next to him. Even if their relationship was limited to the nights and sparse visits, he’d always choose the other. Jimin wouldn’t even dare to leave him in his worst and most frightening nightmares. He had fallen for the master of the estate, the one who had signed a pact with the devil and turned into one himself at the end,” I’d never want to belong to anyone but you, Taehyung.”

“So be it, sweetling. You’re mine alone.”, Taehyung's voice cracked while he spoke in strained whispers. His arms trembled as if he was desperately clinging to the last shreds of humanity. It was so absolutely thrilling. Jimin felt like hardening again but he could barely move a finger after his second orgasm. He also doubted that he’d be able to come for a third time. Jimin was slightly dissatisfied by the lack of Taehyung’s cum filling him up to the brim now that he tiredly hung in the tendrils’ and Taehyung’s iron hold. His mouth watered at the memory of being pumped so full that cum trickled out of him despite Taehyung's cock being nestled deep inside of him. He wanted to feel it again, the pressure within him, the stretch of his stomach as his guts complied to the copious amount of cum that continuously kept filling him till he felt like going crazy and bursting. Taehyung groaned and nuzzled his cheek against Jimin’s after he had calmed his laughter. His fingers ghosted across Jimin’s sweaty skin, causing him to shudder. The other eyed him curiously and granted him a few minutes of soft caresses and rest.

Jimin tugged at the restraints against his hands and arms, albeit the tendrils didn’t let go. Taehyung’s cock twitched inside of him and rubbed against his abused prostate. He wailed and protested, wiggled his hips in order to escape the overstimulation but only dug his misery deeper. Jimin sobbed and cried, his body trembled relentlessly. There was no way he could take any more and yet he knew that he’d beg for more in just a brief while. Taehyung had a way to coax the gluttonous vixen out of him. Slickened tendrils returned to his chest and legs. They pried his thighs open even further, forcing him to lay against Taehyung’s chest. Those around his chest continued to tease his nipples. Those around his midst disappeared and instead wrapped tightly around his wrists, they tugged them behind Taehyung’s head and rendered him completely and utterly immobile on top of him. His breath hitched, Jimin swallowed hard. Anticipation thrummed within him as his pulse skyrocketed. His neck hair bristled, his cock twitched pathetically. It was delicious torture at this point. Taehyung had him right where he desired, exposed and helpless to whatever he desired to do with him with Jimin’s everlasting consent giving him free reign over his body. 

The tendrils on his thighs tightened their hold, while another wrapped itself around his hips, accompanied by one of Taehyung’s hands that gripped harshly onto the back of his thigh. His other hand slipped across his chest down to the bulge that protruded out of his stomach. Taehyung pressed against it just slightly. Deliriously Jimin shook his head and moaned loudly. The weight of Taehyung’s heavy length got forced against his prostate. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, his eyes red rimmed. His cheeks tainted with crimson red, they had flushed within split seconds. Jimin swallowed, pondered about Taehyung’s next actions that came much quicker than he had assumed. Canines, too sharp to belong to a mortal soul, graced his shoulders up along to the crook of his neck towards his earlobe.

Taehyung’s warm tongue flicked against it before he sucked it in greedily. He tugged at Jimin’s earring and let it go in order to leave bruising kisses along the line of his neck and shoulder. He was a lamb caught in a carnivore’s maw, eager to be gobbled down whole by the big bad monster lurking within the estate’s shadows. His cock twitched once more, half hard, the tip lolled to the side pathetically. His stomach coiled and yet he was already spent and exhausted. Jimin coughed a little, his lungs burned just slightly. His stamina, he had to admit, was much better than before which he was incredibly grateful for. Taehyung loitered a little around by teasing and playing with Jimin’s skittish and oversensitive body. 

If there was one thing Jimin hated, it was waiting for something to happen when he knew that it would at some point. He knew that Taehyung would ravage him whole and yet he made him wait and trash like a stranded fish. Snorting and snickering left the other, filled with sadistic pleasure as Jimin attempted to wiggle against his restraints as his arousal gradually increased. His cock twitched once more, drooled with small stray droplets of precum. As all tendrils finally touched him properly, one wrapped around the base of his cock and squeezed it taut. Jimin wailed, shook his head in distaste. He knew exactly what the other was planning with that and he liked it not a single bit. The two wispy ones returned and slipped just as quickly back into his urethra. They started a frantic pace from the beginning. He moaned and sobbed, his cock hardened fully while his rim twitched with each shallow brief rub against his prostate. It sparked arousal within him.

It intoxicated him to the point of complying to the torturous teasing despite wanting more. His tongue felt numb, swollen within his mouth. All of his complaints turned into muffled gibberish. The loose knot within his stomach started to tighten for a third time. More tendrils joined in. One wrapped around his throat while another rubbed against his lips asking for entrance which Jimin gave eagerly. It slipped inside, caressed the back of his throat that gave out with a little bit of resistance. Jimin moaned at the saccharine taste suffusing across his palate. He curled his palms into fists, so tight his knuckles turned white. 

Then finally after long horrendous minutes of simply teasing, Taehyung adjusted himself underneath him. It came down crashing onto Jimin without any mercy as the tendrils around his thighs and hips raised them only to force them brutally back down onto Taehyung’s lap. Jimin screamed, his toes curled while Taehyung pistoned his own hips upwards. Loud panting from Taehyung and his moans mixed in together and filled his chambers along with the sounds of slickened skin slapping skin. Deeper and deeper, gradually harder. Taehyung’s pace was on point, hitting his prostate with all he got reserved for his beautiful bride. His bride. Jimin moaned salaciously, unable to hold his voice back. It cracked in between moans and screams of the other’s name. Jimin wanted to sink his fingers into Taehyung’s locks and tug at them, serving Taehyung his own medicine. 

But Jimin could only dream while Taehyung gobbled him down whole. Without a warning, he sank his sharp canines into Jimin’s shoulder. They broke the skin as if it was merely paper. It stung terribly, his whole body tensed. But Taehyung seemed to care little while he sucked and licked at the bleeding wound. His thrusts turned erratic, out of rhythm. Obviously close to his release. Jimin who got taken from all holes didn’t feel any different. His rim clenched in shock upon two smaller tendrils nugging against his rim, he shook his head in answer. He screamed in protest but moaned as soon as a third smaller one forced itself into him along with the other’s cock instead. Jimin’s head tilted back, rested against Taehyung’s shoulder while his body slumped. All strength left his body, his muscles lax. A ragdoll to the growling and roaring beast beneath him, who grabbed him with rough hands. He held him in place by his waist and pistoned his cock right back into Jimin. He pulled almost all the way out with the tip remaining within him only to plunge his hardness back inside right against Jimin’s prostate.

His cock twitched pathetically, precum oozed out of it from in between the tendrils that quickened their pace and hit something hidden deep within. Jimin screamed, while Taehyung murmured, his voice sounded not any better than his own,” So beautiful, my sweet bride. Look at you, taking me so well. I’ll fill you to the brim, till you’re bursting and you’re ruined for anyone but me. Until not even your little fingers are enough to pleasure you and you’re seeking me out soaked and stretched out to take my cock wherever I dwell within our home. You were made to be ravaged by me, sweetling. ”

If it wasn’t for the tendril fucking right into his throat, Jimin would have begged pathetically. He would have promised about anything just to get filled to the brim like Taehyung had foreshadowed he would. It didn’t take them long to kiss the peak of their arousal with Taehyung’s pace faltering here and there and Jimin’s rim squeezing his length whenever he coughed in between moans while panting for air. The knot within his stomach coiled unbearably, an inferno of blazing arousal. Sin that couldn’t have tasted any better. The tendril around the base of his cock slipped away, made place for his third orgasm that left him blind and deaf for split seconds. His stomach had coiled, while his body spasmed even harder than during the second time. His head thrown back, lips parted in a muffled scream while his eyes rolled back.

His muscles tensed once more while his calves cramped and toes curled into peculiar positions. His cock twitched, nothing bubbled out of it. His orgasm dry, Jimin’s tears overflowed and wet Taehyung’s shirt. His rim fluttered ruthlessly, squeezed Taehyung’s cock that forced itself with great hassle into him for the last time until it pulsed and released as deeply as physically possible. Jimin’s body slumped just then, completely limp within the tendrils’ and Taehyung’s hold. The one within his mouth slipped out, Jimin gasped for air while he watched Taehyung ride his orgasm out. The bulge vanished and reappeared repeatedly till it stayed and increased in size while hot cum filled him. The skin around his stomach felt tight, pulled taut the more Taehyung release with each twitch of his cock. It felt absolutely marvelous, Jimin was enthralled by the sight of his stomach expanding. He whined at it, tilted his head to connect gazes with Taehyung, who had his eye closed briefly. Taehyung opened it reluctantly. The white of his eyes had turned black. The caramel brown stood in stark contrast to the dark colour. Yet it looked weirdly attractive to Jimin who leaned in to press a dulcet kiss onto Taehyung’s scarred lips, who laughed and shook his head in disbelief. His gloved hand rubbed over the swell of Jimin’s stomach,” You look weirdly content speared apart by my cock, filled like a bitch in heat, sweetling.”

“Well, I am indeed very satisfied. Though a little exhausted. Never have I come this many times in such a short time and a single night. Who would have thought that you have missed me this much.”, Jimin teased in between small coughs. He panted slightly, averted his gaze as his cheeks flushed deeper in colours. His blush spread across the tip of his nose along to his ear shells, which Taehyung promptly kissed. His answer was filled with affection and love, a slight bit of possessiveness as his arms wrapped tightly around Jimin,” I am glad that you’re satisfied, sweetly. And I have indeed missed you alike the sun would miss the moon. I however feel as hungry as before. I want to gobble you down, feast upon your trembling body till the sun rises in the far horizon and your bedding is slickened and soaked with our release.”

“Taehyung, you can’t just say such indecent words and expect me not to blush like a fair maiden.”, Jimin mumbled and nibbled at his lower lip. He tilted his head away from Taehyung. Though the other grabbed him gently by his chin and led him to face him once more. Jimin’s eyes flickered upwards, he glandered at Taehyung. Right into that warm beautiful eye filled with such pristine and innocent love. His heart skipped a beat before it thundered within his chest akin to rousing songbirds. There was no denying it any longer, not that he ever had. Both had fallen for one another a year ago within the small open room in the corner of the darkened hallways in the depths of the night,” Then have me all night long. Ravish me and claim me in every way possible. Take my body and take my soul for my heart has been yours the night we have met for the first time, my beloved husband.”