Only On Paper / JJK

Chapter 30

TRIGGER WARNING: mild violence, mentions of violence.

6 months ago...

Blood.

The metallic taste coats Jungkook's mouth as he sustains another blow to his abdomen. He coughs, choking on the thick liquid.

"I'll let you live." Hoseok grips his jaw harshly. His fingers dig into Jungkook's skin, which would surely leave a bruise even if he is to die. "All you have to do is leave the door unlocked and make sure she's in the bedroom. Alone."

Jungkooks tries to swallow but his lips stain red. Blood drips out of the corners of his mouth and roll down his chin. "No." His voice is soft yet firm.

Hoseok chortles, releasing his grip on Jungkook with a yank. "Then I have no choice but to bring your friends into this. Do as I say," he looks down at a battered Jungkook in disdain, "or they die."

How could he let it get this far? How does bragging about his girlfriend turn into something so sinister?

If this had been different, he would've called the cops, but when dealing with things that aren't even supposed to exist, explaining things to anyone would make him sound insane.

He has to deal with this all on his own. Bringing in anyone else would put them in danger, not like he's not doing a horrible job of that already.

Hoseok is threatening people he cares about like they're nothing but obstacles to his end goal, which to him must be no big deal.

To him, humans are fickle creatures. They're here for them to use in anyway they'd like, but why does it have be you?

"If you're w-working for an Incubus...then y-you can find some-o-one else." It's hard for Jungkook to talk with all this blood trickling down his throat, but he has to stop it before it gets more out of hand.

"It's not that simple." Hoseok takes a step away from Jungkook, who has long since ceased struggling against the rope tied around his wrists and ankles.

There's no doubt in Jungkook's mind that his skin in those areas are cut up and raw and bloodied.

He's tied to a chair. Stereotypical, but instead of being holed up in a dark room, he's in Hoseok's office. The lights are dimmed though he can clearly make out the rage drawn on Hoseok's hardened expression. His eyebrows are pinched up and his lips are pursed into a thin line.

Jungkook is just about done with it all too.

"Y-yes, it is." He gulps only to cough up more red. His head is starting to hurt from the lack of oxygen he's getting.

Hoseok scoffs, turning away from him to face the door. "When he has his mind set, there's no changing it. Either he fucks your girlfriend or your friends die. Decide, and do it soon."

"I-I'd rather d-die, than l-let you hurt t-them." It's getting harder to talk, but for the people he loves, he'll do anything.

Jungkook isn't taken aback when he feels Hoseok's hand strike his cheek. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as the punches do, but he swears Hoseok held back, even if just a little.

"You can't die."

Jungkook's head lolls to one side. He spits a clump of blood onto the office floor. He doesn't do it to get a rise out of Hoseok. It's uncomfortable choking on your own blood.

"W-why?"

"You die, and he doesn't get what he wants."

Jungkook slowly lifts his head back into an upright position. There's the solution. He doesn't hesitate about it all. There's no need to when he knows exactly how to end this. When it comes to his friends, to you, there's no question on what he needs to do.