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When they were alive, Jungkook and Taehyung were inseparable. They were the perfect pair. Jungkook gave victims a false sense of security. He’d show off his big eyes, bite his plush bottom lip in mock nervousness, and he’d have the victim of the night eating out of the palm of his hand. Taehyung, he inspired a different feeling in the victims. With his dark eyes and low voice, he used his charm to seduce their target. His low voice and focused gaze was his first attack, then he’d draw attention to his long frame and molten movements. They’d lean into his space, trying to soak up as much of him as possible.
Usually they split up, finding more success when a victim wasn’t overwhelmed by both of them. But when they worked together, it gave them both a rush almost equal to that of what happened after.
In the beginning, they weren’t always so predatory. It started innocently. Well, at least without intention to hurt others. Taehyung liked being rough with Jungkook. He really was so easy to take advantage of, to dominate and take pleasure in. Their college friends warned them that they were becoming too codependent. That they were dangerous together. But neither listened.
Instead, they’d spend nights wrapped in each other, bruises blooming on Jungkook’s skin like kisses. More often than not, his ass was raw and red from rough play. But Taehyung, he always did it out of love. He loved Jungkook so much that he wanted to hold him close and never let him go.
Their descent into evil ultimately happened because one day Jungkook’s wrists had been rubbed raw to the point of bleeding. The handcuffs were shitty metal ones they were using because the safer ones had broken. But when Taehyung saw the blood, he couldn’t help the bloodlust that ran through his body. It propelled him forward to taste without even thinking it. And that first taste of blood, the first touch of his tongue digging into the raw flesh of his boyfriend, it drove him crazy.
Soon Jungkook was constantly healing cuts all over his body. And every time he laid in blood-soaked sheets, eyes hazy from blood loss and limbs shivering, Jungkook fell more in love with the monster that was taking over Taehyung.
Taehyung loved seeing the inside of Jungkook. He’d spend workdays at his boring office job dreaming about the next time Jungkook was well enough to cut into once more. His perfect blood bag was always so eager. They had to set hard rules around how much he could take after they’d gone too far one week and Jungkook had collapsed home alone. He’d hit his head on the side of the counter and Taehyung had come home to his boyfriend weakly cleaning a bloodstain off the floor and a massive welt on his forehead. The pain of seeing his love hurt by something that wasn’t him tore through Taehyung, and he set more strict rules so they wouldn’t get carried away.
They both fell deeper into madness when Taehyung bit too hard during one of their frenzied fucks. He was buried deep inside of Jungkook, his cock carving a painful spot inside of Jungkook while his mouth tongued at the gash at the side of his calf. Jungkook looked so perfect below him. His tears fell in delicate rivulets down his hollowed cheeks. His wrists were beautifully tied together above his head, showing off the still-healing cut on his bicep from the week before. And his ribs were heaving shallowly, too desperate and weak to do anything but take whatever gasps could fill his lungs with the rough fucking motions.
Taehyung could feel the layer of fat below the open wound with his tongue. It was a thin layer covering sinewy shin tendons. Without any thought, Taehyung nibbled with the intent to devour. His instinct demanded he break Jungkook’s leg, pull his tibia free and feast until he was licking the bone clean.
Before he could cause permanent damage, Jungkook’s cries broke him out of the haze. Taehyung was an expert at reading Jungkook’s cries, and this one was too pained even by his standards. It was then that he realized he had a minuscule lump of fat in his mouth. That realization crashed into him right before his orgasm did. His cock responded to the sensation of eating Jungkook and came immediately. As he shook through the most earth shattering orgasm he’d ever had, Taehyung savored the soft lump of fat. He chewed it slightly, then swallowed it in one go.
Looking back, Taehyung knew he couldn’t taste anything except blood. But in the moment it was more savory than even the most expensive samgyeopsal and he was hooked.
At first, Taehyung tried to think of reasonable ways to eat Jungkook. But if he were to eat even a small piece of his soulmate, he’d be forever altered. There was no way he would be able to stop with a chunk of Jungkook’s flesh. He’d be left with only bloody bones, his belly heavy with a selfless lover and insurmountable guilt.
Jungkook constantly offered pieces of himself, sensing his partner’s distress. “Just a finger, hyung!” he’d cry. Once, he’d even sliced a part of his finger off, claiming it was an accident while he was slicing vegetables for dinner. When Taehyung had come to see what had happened, he threw the mouth-watering morsel into the garbage disposal before he couldn’t resist.
And so, desperate to please, Jungkook whispered in the dead of night after a particularly brutal fuck: “What if it was someone else?”
The first one was sloppy. They found a small woman too drunk to stand on her own in a club. She enthusiastically agreed to leave with them, and an hour later she was dead in their bedroom. Taehyung wasn’t used to lethal precision. Jungkook wasn’t used to being the aggressor.
Both of them remembered the sickening snap and pop of joints coming apart the most. For such a small woman, her body held all her parts together with an unbelievable strength.
Taehyung let instinct take over for him when choosing which part to eat fresh. He feasted on her thigh meat as the sun slowly crept over the horizon, bathing their apartment in a cool morning light. Jungkook smiled over the table at him with blood spattered across his cheek and caked underneath his fingernails.
That was the last memory Taehyung remembered before he died: Jungkook’s cute smile with too much teeth while he sat crusted in an unknown woman’s blood and the distinct smell of cooked human flesh lingering in the air.
They spent the rest of the day cutting the woman into fillet sized pieces. Her internal organs were cooled by the time they split her ribs open, but Jungkook came to learn his favorite part was ripping apart a freshly killed body on a cold winter day only to watch the steam rise from the accumulation of guts. He’d kneel beside the victim like a reverent disciple and inhale the steam deeply.
And once they had salvaged the edible parts of this woman, they were surrounded by heaps of bone and hair and intestine that left a distinctly putrid aroma in the air. Covered in sweat and long dried blood, they fucked in the mess. Jungkook dragged Taehyung onto the floor in the exact spot they’d taken the woman’s life. On the blood-soaked carpet he’d looked up at Taehyung with adoration and desire. His cock strained upwards, craving the pressure of Taehyung’s body on his. Jungkook came quickly that night from the knowledge that he’d fed a monster tonight. And as he took a rough fuck, face down in another woman’s blood, Jungkook felt complete.
The next day, Taehyung was violently ill. His body rejected the new meat, something neither of them had considered. Jungkook had to clean the worst of the mess alone while Taehyung lied miserably in bed, too sick to move.
They both thought sadly of the vacuum sealed packs of meat in their freezer. Jungkook was really looking forward to making a roast with one of the larger pieces, craving a challenge. Taehyung was just looking forward to the irresistible taste again.
He recovered slowly, taking nearly three days to feel okay again. By then, Jungkook had cleaned everything. The woman’s remains laid in an airtight bag waiting for them to take a convenient drive to the ocean later in the week.
However, Taehyung wasn’t a fan of giving up. He insisted Jungkook slowly incorporate the meats they’d butchered into his meals. Neither of them paused to consider the life of the woman they’d taken.
And so it went for years. Taehyung and Jimin working as a perfectly in-tune team. They kept up their normal lives, going out with friends and even getting a dog, Yeontan. But every so often when their supply of meat ran low, they’d lure someone home and get a fresh stockpile.
It ended much more slowly than it began. Jungkook knew the police were keeping tabs on them. A sloppy mistake from the guy before. He’d been too loud, too big. And people saw them all leaving a club together.
So they pretended they weren’t in trouble. They kept going about life as usual, except for their favorite activity. Taehyung satisfied himself by cutting into Jungkook’s selfless flesh. He’d take pleasure in his boyfriend’s blood, which always tasted so much better than any other’s.
After a couple years, Taehyung thought they were safe. He should’ve known that someone would always be watching. Jungkook was much more paranoid, having too much time at home by himself while Taehyung went to work. He’d feel eyes on his back in the grocery, catch flashes of men disappearing behind corners. But Taehyung would downplay his paranoia. He’d assure his boyfriend that nothing was wrong. They were clear of suspicion.
It was after they’d found another person to take home and butcher, after Jungkook watched in awe at the steam emanating from their body in their room dedicated to this activity, and after Taehyung had torn his favorite part from the woman’s chest, her heart, and ate it ravenously.
The police came back. Their neighbors had seen them bringing someone back. It was impossible to escape now. And so in their final moments, when the police were pounding at their door, threatening to come in, Jungkook and Taehyung stood watching each other with love in their eyes.
They weren’t afraid of dying. It was something they’d witnessed countless times. Bodies that had seconds ago been people, all life drained from them. Jungkook had been toeing the line of death for so long that he knew it would be okay. After life meant another way to find Taehyung again. And Taehyung only feared a death without Jungkook. He knew that any death of his would always coincide with him taking his boy with him.
Yeontan had been swiftly taken care of. His parents had lovingly put him down, having been always prepared with the poison for their son. For themselves, Taehyung held a heavy handgun.
“Hyung,” Jungkook said with tears clouding his vision, “You always promised you’d eat my heart. But we’re out of time-” his voice cracked from emotion.
Jungkook always dreamed of being Taehyung’s last meal. The last thing that passed between his lips before he took his own life. And now, it was too late. The pounding on the door was incessant, the air between the couple thick with anticipation.
Despite the urgency, Taehyung took his time smiling at the love of his life. The man who did everything for him was perfect and selfless until the end. Jungkook was the best toy a monster could ask for. He reached out his hand to brush the hair out of Jungkook’s eyes and said, “I’ll try baby. This door is locked too, so I’ll be okay. Shall we try?”
A rapid nodding of Jungkook’s head is all the confirmation Taehyung needs. He takes one last look at him. The endless worlds in his eyes, the slight tremble to his lips as he held back hysteric terror, and his messy hair shrouding half his face all represented the best parts of Taehyung’s life. He pulled Jungkook into a kiss to revel in one last response, one last swipe of lips and tongue and teeth. Then the barrel of the gun pressed against Jungkook’s temple as he trembled.
The sound was loud enough to ring horribly in Taehyung’s ears and disorient him briefly. When he regained some semblance of consciousness, he noted that the pounding at their door had stopped. Jungkook’s body had slumped forward after the shot, and blood spattered over both of them.
Taehyung took hold of his boyfriend and gently laid him back. Now he was just another body.
But no, that’s not true. Taehyung loved this body. He loved this body separate from the man who inhabited it. And as he looks down at this body now, void of a soul or life, Taehyung knows he has to hurry. Not because of the police ready to break down his door, but because he can’t bear for his soul to spend more time away from Jungkook.
He reaches for the tools that will cut into Jungkook’s skin and remove his breastplate. The tang of blood that reaches Taehyung’s nose makes him salivate. Jungkook was always the most delicious. The snap of his sternum should be sickening. Taehyung should recoil at seeing the insides of the man he loved.
Instead, he marvels at him. Inside Jungkook this whole time, he possessed this beautiful body. And even in his death, he’s still able to please Taehyung. He reaches inside, half his body already covered in blood, and he plunges his hand into the incredible heat of Jungkook. He doesn’t give up his heart quickly. It takes Taehyung sustained effort to pull it free, and he watches as the blood it held rushes out in his grasp.
The moment Taehyung eats Jungkook’s heart, he understands what complete euphoria feels like. It’s warm and wet and it holds all of the love he had for Taehyung. Jungkook would always be perfect.
As Taehyung reaches the end of his meal, he locates the handgun again, ready to end his life on a high note. He’s accomplished everything he’s ever wanted now.
The second shot renews the urgency of the pounding at the door. Police shout as the lock breaks and the officers topple inside the apartment.
It takes them time to break into the workroom, and by that time Taehyung has also left his body, his soul already joining up with Jungkook.
To an outsider observing the scene, it looks like a nightmare. Both men have matching fatal gunshot wounds, blood spattered across their face. But even worse, is that one of the men has blood circled around his mouth, like a child who eats barbecue with abandon and doesn’t mind the mess it could make. He’s got flecks of organ meat on his cheeks and his nails are caked with blood and gristle.
And as the officers take in the scene, they note with horror that the man has done all he could to cover himself in the organs of his lover, trying his best to crawl inside during his final moments.