Shadows Beneath The Skin | TAEKOOK

Chapter 20

How do you tell someone that's kidnapped you that you weren't trying to escape, except you actually were trying to escape, but you don't want them to get mad at you, then possibly kill you, but-

Ya, Jungkook was in a crisis right now and he didn't know how to convince this beast in front of him that he wasn't trying to escape, he just "tripped". 

"H-hyung, please believe me. I-I didn't try and e-escape!" Jungkook's pleading seemed to pass right over Taehyung's head. He didn't believe the teary eyed boy for a second, and he made sure of letting him know that. 

When Jungkook fell and banged his head, he had passed out. Taehyung was scared that he might have died, but he checked his pulse and thankfully he was still alive. But before Taehyung had the chance to fully feel relieved, he scanned the situation. 

The shower curtain was draped over Jungkook's body destroyed, and the shower head lay tangled in Jungkook's white shirt that was still hanging loosely from his hand. 

Taehyung had been enraged and quickly treated Jungkook's wound, which was a large cut at the back of his head. Not lethal, but painful enough. Once he was safely in his bed, Taehyng tied his wrists onto the bed frame, not truly caring about Jungkook's injured and now black and blue wrist. 

When Jungkook woke up he was terrified to find himself sprawled naked underneath the covers of his bed, with his hands tied above his head. He had struggled and cried once he realized he'd been caught and begged for forgiveness. 

"Hyung y-you have t-to believe me! I w-would never-," Jungkook's useless pleads were silenced by a sharp pain on the side of his face. He stared at the opposite wall his head was smacked to and gulped down his sobs. 

"Look at me," Taehyung demanded sinisterly. When Jungkook didn't, Taehyung forcefully grabbed his chin and tilted it towards him. "I said," he brought his face dangerously close, "look at me." Jungkook's stomach twisted and his head was thrown back haphazardly onto his pillow. 

He wriggled underneath the thin sheet that covered his body, his only source of protection. Jungkook didn't know what to do, he didn't know what Taehyung was going to do. And that terrified him. 

Jungkook, too afraid to be slapped again, kept his gaze on the man before him as he started to speak. "Do you know what you did?" Taehyng asked. Jungkook didn't do or say anything, scared he'd say the wrong thing. "Hm? No? Fine," Taehyung stood up, "since you can't seem to admit what you did wrong," Taehyung opened the bedside drawer and pulled something out. "I'll have to punish you," he smiled wickedly in Jungkook's direction. 

Jungkook's breath hitched and his eyes dilated in fear. "N-no, Taehyung, p-please you d-don't want to do this," Jungkook screamed and yanked on the cuffs. He howled in pain from the strain in his wrist and the throbbing in his head, but his only focus was on the long, shiny black whip held firmly in Taehyung's veiny hands. 

Jungkook kept panting out no's and please's repeatedly, but Taehyung paid no mind. 

Jungkook's eyes were swollen already, and he hadn't even felt the whip yet. 

Each step closer to him felt like an eternity, as if Taehyung moved in slow motion just to torture him more. Jungkook was ready to scream one more time for mercy when suddenly a phone rang. 

Jungkook quietly sobbed in relief as Taehyung's walking ceased and he angrily thrust his hand into his jeans pocket. He pulled out his cellphone and cursed through his teeth. He gave Jungkook one last sinister look before dropping the whip and leaving the room with the cellphone still ringing. 

The muscles in Jungkook's body relaxed as he took in shallow breaths while trying to calm the racing of his heart. 

Taehyung just tried to whip him. Taehyung just tried to whip him! How insanely psycho can a human being be to wipe someone while they're screaming and crying? 

The thoughts in his mind were whirling and he hadn't even stopped to consider the fact that, even after Taehyung is done with the phone call he could come back and finish what he started. His wrists still held firm above him in an ache that spread to his whole body. He could feel the sprain where it started and see it too as he stared at his bound hands above his head. 

Jungkook normally would be turned on by this, but in this setting he was far from it. His cold naked skin rubbed on the smooth sheets uncomfortably as he shivered. 

The tear tracks on his face were drying, but he knew there would be more tears to come soon if he couldn't talk his way out of this one. 

A loud bang was heard outside of Jungkooks door, he only assumed Taehyung threw something. 

When is he not. 

Terrified and shivering, Jungkook awaited his torturer in the dark room. Jungkook was half expecting Taehyung to barge in and just kill him right then and there. He could if he wanted to, so why shouldn't he take the chance and just end it. They both seem so miserable even though Taehyung  has what he wants. Why does it not make sense to Jungkook?

Nothing does anymore.

The door knob twisted and in walked Taehyung with stones in his eyes as he stared at Jungkook. He stood and the doorway and glared, then he glanced over Jungkook's naked body under the thin sheets, up to his bound and bruised wrists, then lastly to the abandoned whip on the floor. 

It seemed like a switch had shut off in him as he sighed and rubbed his temples while scrunching his brows in annoyance. Finally he walked over to the bed and sat down. Jungkook started to freak out once again and resumed his babbling of please's and no's, just hoping to change his mind. 

Taehyung sat down and hushed him silently with a hand on his forehead. 

"P-please Hyung," Jungkook hiccuped. "Hush Star. It's alright I won't hurt you anymore," he sighed while running his fingers through Jungkook's hair. 

"What am I gonna do with you?" Taehyung bent over and pressed his forehead to Jungkook's and inhaled deeply. He opened his eyes and stared into his.

So close. They were so close. Sharing breaths and heavy pants. Jungkook tried to calm his hiccups, but Taehyung was scaring him and he didn't know what to do. 

Taehyung's hand started to move. The sensation of his warm palm cascading lightly over Jungkooks neck, collarbone, and chest seemed to make him settle slightly. Another tear escaped his traitorous eyes. "Hyung," he whispered onto Taehyung's mouth. Taehyung's dark eyes looked at him in question. 

"I'm scared."

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Hey I'm back after a long long time. This feels so strange to be writing again. 

The last time I published I feel like I was a completely different person than I am now. 

I hope to continue with this story and my others as well. I plan on uploading some chapters for this book in the near future. 

For my other books, I plan on starting one after this is finished. 

Oh that reminds me...we are already halfway though this one!! 

Yay! I'm so excited to write the rest of this, so know I have not abandoned it just yet. 

As always thank you for those that are reading and voting and commenting it means a lot to me!

L~💜