"Pl-please don't h-hurt me, it hurts!" Taehyung screamed, even though his body hurt and his heart cried.
But the man in front of him laughed harder in mockery, as he bent down to his level, causing his petite self to squeeze in terror.
The man rais...
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Written :: 11/01/21 Rewritten :: 24/01/26
It's been a while so please reread the previous chapters to feel emotions better. :)
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Please ignore the mistakes. __________________________________***** Third person POV
The mafia laid the blonde down on the mattress, the younger sleeping as his wet eyelashes rested on his bread cheeks which were dirty with dried tears. The male took a longer gaze at the other's face, wiping his face with a wet wipe as he pulled the duvet above Taehyung's finger till upto his shoulders.
The male's petite figure dissolved under the comforters. Jungkook's sight fell on the male's clenched fist over his own chest as Jungkook opened his plam only to sigh when the blonde fisted them again, turning to his side. The mafia's lips curling at the corners at the innocent action.
As Jungkook stood straight at his place, looking at the empty space beside Taehyung, his muscles hurt. Doubting, his vision trailing to the large couch at the other corner, he let his mind wander.
Finally shifting on the couch, aching muscles making him groan lowly in his throat, he awkwardly laid down, feet dangling in the air at the end, closing his eyes, a deep breath passing through his nostrils.
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"I asked you to strip, Taehyung." Jungkook's voice boomed in the lounge area as he watched the younger's male's blood run cold. His eyes flickering to a lone tear that had slipped the blonde's face, the mafia's jaw clenching.
Jungkook felt his heart exploding in his chest at the bitterness his own words had left in his systems as he crossed his arms over his chest, in an attempt to hide the nails that were stabbing his palm under the cover of his clenched fist.
His mouth formed the words monotonously as he ordered Jackson to stay rooted to his place. Eyes refusing to look away from the wailing blonde who was standing stunned at his place looking down as Jungkook stole the chance, his hard glaring charcoal orbs flinching around the space.
