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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Character:
      Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster
  Additional Tags:
      Murderers, Murder, Attempted_Sexual_Assault, Attempted_Rape/Non-Con,
      Psychopathology_&_Sociopathy, Homelessness, POV_Taehyung, Crimes_&
      Criminals, Alternate_Universe_-_Criminals
  Series:
      Part 7 of BTS_Crime_AU
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-14 Words: 1871
****** No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. ******
by Kenjin
Summary
     Taehyung finds his way to Namjoon's neighborhood. Then into his home.
     Everything is fine until Namjoon tells him no.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Taehyung had fled the abandoned building under the cover of night, leaving
behind the mangled corpse of a new homeless kid who’d turned up that day. He
instantly regretted each time this happened, every time he messed up, having to
leave behind a perfectly good home.
He found his way to a nice park in an affluent area, it was still dark as he
stumbled through the fancy wrought iron gates, the dark grounds completely
deserted. He wandered around till he found what he was looking for: A
picturesque duck pond that was a common feature in most parks in these kinds of
areas.
Taehyung shivered as he stripped down his blood-soaked clothes, from fear, or
adrenaline, or just the chilly autumn weather. He pulled an empty shopping bag
from his backpack, dumping the contents from the bag, replacing them with his
ruined clothing before lowering himself into the just-above-freezing water,
disturbing the glossy black surface, the ripples bobbing away from him,
descending across the water.
He scrubbed his body down, brushed it with a small nail brush he’d found in his
backpack until his skin was raw, and aching. Until he was clean.
He covered his gooseflesh-covered skin in new clothing, slinging his backpack
on and taking his bag of soiled clothes, hoping to find somewhere to dump them.
He walked for hours, walked until the sky began to grey, preparing for the
dawn.
His eyes were drooping, feet dragging when he landed in an alleyway. He didn’t
know where he was, how he got here. But he was done. He found the most dry
patch of ground and placed his bag down, wrapping his arms around it and
falling to sleep.
 
He had loitered around the area for about a week when he was noticed. This guy
couldn’t have been much older than Taehyung himself, he was mid-way through
sliding a key into the lock of the apartment building on the left side of
Taehyung’s alley when he’d noticed the tan boy, sitting cross-legged in front
of his building. Taehyung sensed his eyes, choosing to ignore him, not looking
up until he heard the apartment front door click shut.
He waited for the police to come, for him to be moved on. It didn’t happen.
He had to assume this dude was a perv. Pervs usually didn’t call the police. He
was like a Pervert Magnet really: he was 15 but looked twelve, a layer of baby
fat still covering his frame. He played up the ‘child-like innocent’ thing if
he was honest, if acting younger than he felt gave him a roof to stay under or
a belly of food he’d do it.
 
A few weeks after Tae stumbled in the snow started. Taehyung had a coat but it
was fairly old, the down filling sinking and barely being of use.
The tall dude always peered at him, just slightly, out of the corner of his
eye, as he left in the morning, when he returned at night.
Sometimes Taehyung hid at night, curious about what he would do. Staring from
behind a dumpster as the tall man stared into the dingy alleyway, looking for
him, yet never speaking to him when he appeared again.
Which is why he was so surprised when a lunchbox was pressed into his hands, a
large hot chocolate placed beside him. The tall man telling him to ‘stay warm’
before turning back the way he came.
It became a routine, being left food, even if he wasn’t waiting, a lunchbox and
some kind of warm drink would appear in the alley by the time he returned. As
it got colder he turned up after (Work? School??) with a blanket, draping it
over Taehyung, smiling a terse smile at him and going inside.
He never made a move. Never even spoke to him other than polite well-wishing.
It was so confusing.
Unsurprisingly the cold weather caught up to Taehyung, even with his new
blanket. He had collapsed in front of a building in his fevered delirium, not
even aware of where he was, unconcerned with the danger of laying down in the
street. He’d stolen some medication, shaking pills into his hand and swallowing
them without even reading the label a few hours ago, but it hadn’t done
anything.
He was unwittingly slumped to one side when he saw a paper cup fall in front of
him, bouncing a few times, beverage inside freezing immediately on the frozen
path. The tall man was crouched down in front of him, touching his cheek with a
giant warm palm, he heard the man gasp at his low temperature before he found
himself hoisted to his feet, being half-dragged into the warmth of the
building.
The week was a blur to Taehyung, but when he came to he was apparently
considered a permanent fixture to Namjoon’s house.
 
Namjoon was a sucker. It took 28 days, less than a month for Taehyung to
realise.
Taehyung wasn’t going out of his way to get kicked out, but it wouldn’t hurt
him if he did, he’d been on the streets before and he could be again.
But he’d worn Namjoon’s clothes, not cleaned up his messes, take small stashes
of money he’d found around the house.. and nothing.
Just yesterday they’d been sitting on the couch together, Taehyung using
Namjoon’s laptop to covet various game systems, he’d literally taken Namjoon’s
wallet from his pocket, using his credit card to buy a $300 system and..
nothing. He didn’t yell, didn’t tell him to get out, just returned his wallet
to his pocket and ruffled Taehyung’s hair. It was so confusing.
He was rummaging through Namjoon’s drawers when he came across a bottle of
Soju. Taehyung wasn’t a stranger to alcohol. No kid on the streets was. He
tapped his nails against the glass in a rhythmical pattern until he’d made up
his mind.
Stable living was so fucking boring. Taehyung was gunna drink.
 
Half the remaining liquid was gone when Taehyung finally lost interest in
drinking, he started to raise himself from his position, slumped against
Namjoon’s dresser, landing on his feet shakily and stumbling forward.
He somehow arrived in the living room, impressed his feet were able to carry
him. He slumped against the open door, eyes focusing, Namjoon working on his
laptop in the couch coming into focus.
Taehyung’s brain was screaming sex, he suddenly remembered. That’s why he stood
up, that’s where he was trying to go. But why go out and sleep with some slut
when Namjoon was right here??
He moved the laptop to the coffee table, putting himself in its place on
Namjoon’s lap. He wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s neck, clumsily, trying to
seem as cute as possible as he invaded Namjoon’s space, their lips barely
brushing as he spoke “Namjoonie, I want you.”
Namjoon’s face fell into a look of absolute digust, he grabbed Taehyung by the
forearms, pulling him off his lap with surprising strength, moving him onto the
cushion beside him before standing up and stalking out of the room.
Taehyung heard his door slam before he closed his eyes, passing out.
 
He’d come to, rolling off the couch and hitting the wooden floor. He sat up,
staring into the darkness. His dreams were filled with the word no.
No no no no. No! Nobody told him no.
===============================================================================
 He sat on his knees on the edge of Namjoon’s bed, his fingers clenching and
unclenching against his thighs as he watched the older boy snore. Taehyung
leaned over him with the stealth of a cat, pulling back the covers and exposing
Namjoon’s body.
He slid a hand inside Namjoon’s boxers, squeezing at his length. Namjoonie was
a good size, large and thick. He wriggled excitedly in anticipation, feeling
Namjoon’s cock harden under Taehyung’s touch involuntarily.
He smiled to himself. He always gets what he wants.
Taehyung’s lips were wrapped around the shining head of Namjoon’s cock when he
woke up, letting out a violent moan. His eyes shot open with realisation and he
stared down at Taehyung in disbelief, frozen for seconds.
He grabs a handful of Taehyung’s hair, forcibly dragging his mouth away from
his length, his voice gravelly in his freshly awoken state, panting even if he
wasn’t aroused “No, Tae I don’t want.. you’re ...just go.. just go to bed
okay?”
Taehyung’s head stings as he yanks away from Namjoon’s grasp, eyes watering as
he leaves behind a handful of hair, strands ripped from his head collected in
Namjoon’s palm and floating onto the quilt. He can’t even feel it in his rage,
won’t even remember until he looks in the mirror tomorrow.
He hovers over Namjoon, digging his nails into his cheek and his neck, using
the dominant, cold tone that usually gets him what he wants, for good measure.
“Fuck me. Namjoon.”
“No. Fuck off Taehyung.”
Nobody tells him no.
He leans down and latches onto Namjoon’s bottom lip, biting down until he
tastes blood. He pushes himself up on his palms, staring down at the blood
pooling at the teeth-shaped marks, trailing down into Namjoon’s open mouth.
He makes the mistake of looking Namjoon in the eye, determined to intimidate
him. Make him submit. But he saw something he’d never seen before in Namjoon,
no matter how badly he behaved.
The soft, caring looking Taehyung mocked but enjoyed when Namjoon looked at him
was gone, replaced with the sort of thing Taehyung saw every day, every time he
made eye contact with himself in the mirror.
Cold. Unfeeling. With the slightest hint of something he’d never seen before in
Namjoon: Fear.
Taehyung watched with detached interest as Namjoon’s eyes scanned his face, as
if trying to predict his next move. He felt something disgusting in his
stomach, something he couldn’t identify. Like rolling sickness crashing against
his organs and poisoning them.
It was overwhelming and he rolled of Namjoon, retching a little as he bounced
against the mattress. He stared at the side of Namjoon’s face, he was frozen,
as if Taehyung would think he was dead and leave him alone. As if Taehyung was
a wild animal. Vicious and unpredictable.
That was fair.. really.
He shoved at Namjoon with all his might, feeling oddly satisfied with the heavy
thump as he hit the floor.
“Get the fuck away from me, you fucking pervert.”
Namjoon took no chances, crawling out of the room on his hands and feet, like a
crab. Eyes never leaving Taehyung, curled in his bed, facing the opposite wall.
Namjoon hit the door frame and scrambled to his feet, making his way to the
living room.
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Namjoon came to with a gasp, flinging himself away from the fingers he felt
squeezing his neck. He grabbed at the hand, noticing how easily it was pried
from his body and relaxing into the mattress with a sigh. It was just Kookie.
He stared at the dark ceiling, listening to Tae’s latest captive scream. He
heard her reach the door, the handle turning frantically as Taehyung giggled at
her. He dropped back off to sleep to the methodical pounding against Taehyung’s
bedroom door.
If it was her it wasn’t him. That was comfort enough.
End Notes
     So many apologies to Kim Taehyung.
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