His Dearest Weapon┃Taekook

Chapter 7 | His plans

Taehyung, October 13, 1985, Royal Palace of Azura

I quickly pivot my head to the left, a gasp escaping my lips as my gaze locks onto Jungkook, his intense stare fixed solely on me. 

Startled, I inquire, "For how long have you been here?" 

 "I've been here long enough to witness your cries and restless movements during your nap." Jungkook says, "I see you've washed up."

"I uh-." Jungkook cuts me off.

"Park took the initiative to assist you, so it's time to stop coming up with excuses. He's faced consequences three times for not seeking my approval despite your permission." Jungkook responded firmly. "Remember, there are surveillance cameras in the cell.

I flinch when I hear him say that. "Is Jimin okay?"

Jungkook, with a hint of suspicion in his voice, remarked, "So he's told you his name, too, huh?" as he narrowed his eyes and commanded in a sharp tone, "Get up."

"What-why?" I inquire.

"Training," Jungkook replies, his tone carrying a hint of mystery.

"I'm not training for anything," I state.

Jungkook, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, peers down at me, his amusement palpable. "Oh, you're training, whether you realize it or not," he asserts with a sly smile.

Determined to stand my ground, I self-assuredly declare, "You cannot force me."

"You obey me, Kim," Jungkook says firmly, his tone brooking no defiance. "You have no choice."

"No, I will not," I respond resolutely, my voice edged with determination.

"Okay then," Jungkook shrugs casually, a hint of veiled menace lingering in his expression.

I gaze at him, a knot of confusion tightening in my stomach, bracing myself for what might come next. His sudden nonchalance only adds to the impending tension; it is clear he is not to be underestimated.

I gaze at him, a knot of confusion tightening in my stomach, bracing myself for what might come next. His sudden nonchalance only adds to the impending tension; it is clear he is not to be underestimated. 

"Send a few soldiers to Kim Taehyung's house to kill his parents," Jungkook's chilling command struck the air, leaving me trembling with fear and disbelief. "Then," he continued, his voice steeped in darkness, "bring their lifeless bodies back to hang as a warning." The sheer horror of his words made my heart race and my mind reel with shock.

"NO!" I scream desperately, my heart pounding at the mere thought of losing them, for they are the only family I have, despite their rejection and disdain towards me. "Please, Jungkook, I beg of you, show mercy."

Jungkook turns around slowly, his piercing gaze fixed on my trembling figure, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "Why should I?" he questions, his tone laced with authority. "You aren't obeying me." 

As his words hang in the air, I muster the courage to respond, my voice barely above a whisper. "I-i will," I manage to say, my hand reaching up to wipe a single tear lingering on my cheek.

Jungkook's intensity doesn't waver as he crouches down to meet my eye level, his presence daunting. "You will what?" he demands, his eyes searching mine for a hint of compliance.

Gathering my resolve, I repeat, "I-i'll train," the words barely audible in the confined space.

 A hint of satisfaction flickers across Jungkook's face, a smirk playing on his lips. "Good boy," he comments, his approval like a double-edged sword. Without missing a beat, he commands the guards, "Bring him out." With an air of finality, Jungkook straightens up and exits the cell, standing outside.

Two bulky guards suddenly appear, quickly placing the handcuffs on me, each one firmly gripping one of my arms. Just as I feel their strong grasp tightening, a threatening growl from Jungkook echoes through the room. "Do not touch him," he commands with authority, causing the guards to release their hold on me immediately. I breathe a sigh of relief as their hands now merely brush lightly against my arms.

Jungkook's words bring a sudden dread, "Oh, I almost forgot," he exclaims, as he rummages through his pocket. With a deft motion, he retrieves a long strip of luxurious silk, a brilliant shade of blue that catches the light. "I can't let you see where we're going, can I?" Jungkook's  smirk dances across his features as he strides toward me, causing the guards to take a step back, a ripple of unease settling in my stomach.

As a shiver of fear runs down my spine, a sense of impending doom fills me. Before I can protest, Jungkook leans in, expertly tying the silky fabric around my eyes. His voice reaches my ears, filled with mystery, "There you go," he whispers, his breath barely brushing against my skin. 

Like a thick veil, the darkness descends upon me, severing my connection to the outside world. The firm grip of the guards surrounds me, guiding my movements through the unknown terrain with a mixture of caution and certainty, leaving me to navigate the darkness with nothing.               After a few minutes of tense anticipation, the guards finally come to a halt, their footsteps echoing. I can feel a pair of hands approaching my head, causing my instincts to kick in as I fight the urge to pull away. As the silk blindfold is removed, the sudden flood of light makes me wince involuntarily.

"This is the training room," Jungkook announces, his voice carrying an air of confidence. "I understand your concern that you might harm me once your powers are unleashed. However, rest assured that these cuffs," he gestures towards the heavy restraints encircling his wrists, "are specifically designed to prevent any harm from reaching me. Furthermore, I will be positioned in a separate chamber, ensuring your inability to physically interact with me."

With a heavy heart, I slump my shoulders in resignation after hearing his sarcastic truth, meeting Jungkook's smug expression with a sense of defeat. "Now," he challenges, a spark of curiosity in his eyes, "demonstrate your abilities to me."

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