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Chapter-23

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Fear doesn't kill us
It lurks in our soul
It makes you look so pretty
Yes! Fear is pretty
It feeds on your screams
Twist your normality and
Finally, allow you to see
Beauty in the dark 
And evils in the light

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Taehyung seemed to tremble when he tried to stand precisely on the floor. Jungkook was still looking at the entrance where the officers kept on hailing for his kidnapper to come out. He didn't know if he should feel happy or troubled after staring back up at Taehyung's blank stares. His eyes were directly giving him death threats but will Jeon once again let his fear crumble that big chance of freedom?

Jungkook avoided eye contact as he steadily pulled his boxer up and began to wear his shirt. Taehyung was still butt naked, skin filled with Jeon's bite marks and cum flowing down from his rim. The boy looked used and that surely guilt trip the idol.

"Mr Kim! If you don't open the door, we'll be forced to enter your house!"

Taehyung hissed at the loud voice and immediately didn't hesitate to grab Jungkook's wrist, pulling him deeper into the house. The idol didn't stop him, he wanted to but an unknown influence inside his heart compelled him not to. He felt kind of absorbed into the situation. Taehyung yanked him closer right in front of a blank wall and slightly crouched down on the floor. Jungkook didn't have to eat his brain to know what it was, the hidden passage into that new basement

A shiver ran down his crest, head spinning and feet already dragging backwards. What was Taehyung gonna do to him? Kill him? Trap him again? The squicky sound of the lock opening echoed through his ears and within just mere moments jeon felt his wrist once again get jerked by a harsh force. this time he felt his back directly hitting on the ground. An immediate whimper sang out from his throat, head buzzing more painfully at the new sensation of dizziness. The depth of the basement was not so resonant yet falling from only 6 stairs was freaking unbearable "I'm sorry jungkookie, wait for TaeTae alright? I'll be back I promise" Jungkook wanted to scream curses to his face but unfortunately taehyung was too quick to lock that door, leaving the basement semi-dark.

"Fuck!" Taehyung uttered profanity as he felt himself tripping on his way to the main entrance. He struggled to wear a cream-coloured shirt, probably jungkook's, thighs hugged with ultra-small black shorts as he trembled toward the door and opened it enough to show his right side. "Yes?" he asked through his heavy breathing, messy hair coated with sweat, that sharp collarbone on full display with that oversized shirt's corner lazily falling down the shoulder, long sleeves that cover his both palms making paws, flushed cheeks, damaged red lips and lastly those thick thighs fully on display. Seokjin stood there fully enthralled, eyes wide in shock as their body felt too stiff to move. Why Taehyung looked so messily hot, and severely exploited?