Dominator's Property | Taekook

Chapter 62

Jungkook pov

"You're free to go," he said.

I frowned, "Huh?"

"You're free. Go."

He left me in the shower. He just left me there. 

I pulled my jaw off the floor and got into a bathrobe and when I came out of the bathroom, he wasn't there. 

I hurried down the stairs, water still dripping off me in just the long white robe and nothing on my feet and saw that all the garage doors were shut. The gates were closed and there were guards mulling about. 

I didn't think he'd left that fast so I went back into the house.Not in the kitchen. Not in his office. Not in the family room. 

The door to the back hall was open.I went down the back hall and heard thudding downstairs. I ran back up to the bedroom and quickly blotted up the water in my hair with a towel, then I got to the bottom of the basement steps. I could hear the thud, thud, thud very loudly. I found him in the gym. He was in just a pair of black gym shorts and he was beating the ever-loving life out of a big heavy bag,his skin still wet from the shower or maybe wet with sweat; I wasn't sure.I stood behind him.

"Hey," I said softly.

He flinched and then started hitting the bag harder.

"Taehyung."

"You have until the count of ten to get outta my sight," he said, not turning around.

"What? Why?"

"Go upstairs, pack your shit, and go. The guys'll open the gate. Go. You're free."

"Why?"

"I can't control this rage in me. You stay and I will break you. I know it, Jungkook. You know it. You're almost broken now. You need to go now before I finish you off. I'm that fucked. And you're that close. Take your casino money, sell the ring, and go. Leave town. Have a nice life. Don't ever let me know where you are. Don't."

I stared at the muscled details of his back as he resumed punching. I stepped to the side and caught his profile. His jaw was tight, his eyes were narrow and he was punching the bag so hard.

"One." He said through gritted teeth and then there was a loud thud as he punched the bag.

"I don't wanna go."

"Two," he said and punched the bag harder.

"Taehyung, I don't."

"Three. I don't have the necklace, Jungkook. It can't stop me." He said through gritted teeth and punched again a bunch of times.

"I'm sorry I got stuck in my head the last few days. I've been through a lot. It's just been, I just need..."

"Four." 

*Thud* 

I think it must've been with all of his strength.

"I need you. I want us to figure this out. Together, we can..."

"Five!" he yelled and then he turned around and faced me and whipped his gloves off and to the floor.

I stood there staring him in the eye, summoning courage while facing the rage emerging on his face, "You're not fucking Dumbo the goddamn Elephant who needs the feather to fly, Kim Taehyung. You don't need the necklace. I'll be the necklace. Fuck me, take me however you need to, then hold me afterwards and tell me you love me. Do what you need to do for us both to get back to where we need to be."