WISHING ONE DAY YOU'LL BE MINE(✓)

23] Can you lose something you have, that was given to you entirely?

*TW: a scene involving non consent of touching and kissing*

Chapter-XXIII

Am I in hell?

Whether it was the bond between them, or the horror of the scene in front, Taehyung was certain he could feel the whips on Jungkook's back like it was his own skin getting sliced. Slowly peeling apart, the red drizzling down to every crevice, Jungkook's blood bleeding into his own as he sat and watched. Winced and cried at every thrash of air, at the vibration of his skin, and the sounds echoing around with each hit. He knew It was impossible. Jungkook had made sure not one touch was laid on him, it was his only demand as he obeyed the orders to sit quietly and endure. Not to fight back, not to kill them, for the safety of Taehyung who was sitting cuffed to the chair opposite him.

The guards shifted to the side once the door creaked eerily open and walked a figure Jungkook wasn’t expecting. Long blue hair swayed from side to side, a thrilling smile on her lips as she walked towards him and kneeled between his legs. Completely ignoring Taehyung's presence, like he didn’t even exist, like he wasn’t even in the room.

Taehyung held the venom bubbling inside as she watched him lean closer to Jungkook and then connect his lips with a gentle kiss. It was at that moment that he saw red. Red in the form of anger, of pure hatred of a feeling so bitter it puts past resentments to shame. It was more than just jealousy, it was possessiveness to a severe degree, he didn’t know he had in himself.

“You look so pitiful, your majesty,” she tutted as she wiped the blood from the corner of Jungkook's mouth with his thumb and sucked it, letting out a low moan. “It’s such a shame, because you taste so sweet.”

Jungkook spat at her, in an attempt to remove any spit or saliva he had the horror of receiving. “What the fuck are you doing here Yoon Hana?” he questioned, his teeth clenched tight. A knife was pressed under his chin, a silent command to lift his head up higher.

Ignoring his question Hana scanned the marks on his face and then focused on his right eye, “what happened to your eye?” she asked, in a fake sense of care, “oh yes, your most beloved destroyed it.”

Jungkook clenched his fists and slammed it against the wall. The chains clanged loudly together, “What are you doing here?” he repeated. “So you’re a traitor now?”

Hana pressed her palm on Jungkook's cheek, and Taehyung tensed. “Why did you never look at me like you looked at him, Jungkook. Why?” she asked, softly. A voice of hurt, of pain. Jungkook knew that tone very well. A tone of longing and yearning. It truly was the most pitiful. “We could have had it all, you and I. It would have been beautiful, our souls were meant for each other.”

Disgusted, Jungkook pulled back as much as he could, but it was to no use. Hana dragged her slimy tongue up the vein of his neck, wiping away the sweat and blood residue along the way. She left open mouth kisses back down, tasting him, sucking into his skin. She stopped just below his ear, and nipped softly, leaving a red mark with her teeth. Satisfied she pulled back and admired it.

Taehyung stopped breathing. He would either die or kill and it seemed those were the only two options left. It was the dark mist he fumed that made him recollect his thoughts. Jungkook had told him not to react to emotions, but the darkness around him didn’t agree with his words nor did it help it simmer down. He bit his tongue and let his suffering claw him from the inside.

“Get your filthy mouth off of me,” Jungkook threatened, “or else-”

“Or else what?” Hana laughed, “you can’t even use your power in this Kingdom.”