Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/7480458. 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. =============================================================================== 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. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!