The Jeons and the Kims, both equally immersed in the sensual politics and underground world, maintained a relationship that appeared friendly on the surface, but was ultimately fake. Their interactions resembled the exchange of roses, where the deli...
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Hopeless
Jungkook's hand reached up, and Taehyung felt a shiver run down his spine as those fingers brushed against the nape of his neck. Gently, Jungkook's fingers found the knot of the cloth that kept Taehyung's mouth covered, and with a deft motion, he began to untie it.
The air was thick with tension, the only sound of the soft rustling of the cloth as it was slowly removed, revealing Taehyung's lips, slightly parted in anticipation. Their eyes remained locked, neither willing to back down, each daring the other to make the next move.
Taehyung's chest heaved as the cloth was yanked from his mouth. He locked eyes with Jungkook, a defiant glint in his gaze. Without hesitation, he summoned a thick glob of saliva and launched it directly at Jungkook's face.
The spit hit its mark, trickling down Jungkook's cheek. Jungkook recoiled, his jaw clenching tightly. He raised a hand and roughly wiped the moisture from his skin, his movements sharp and unforgiving.
The basement fell silent, save for Taehyung's heavy, labored breathing. Taehyung took a deep breath, his chest heaving with rage.
"You fucker!" he spat, glaring at his captor.
"How dare you kidnap me?! Are you out of your mind?!"
His voice rose to a near-shout, the anger and indignation palpable in every word.
"Your lunatic mind couldn't think of any other thing, you jerk!"
he continued, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Fucking assho-"
His tirade was abruptly cut short as a sharp sting exploded across his cheek. Jungkook, his captor, had slapped him, the sound echoing in the small, confined space. Taehyung's head snapped to the side, his eyes burning with a mixture of pain and fury.
Jungkook came closer, his eyes blazing with barely contained fury. Reaching out, he grasped a fistful of Taehyung's hair, yanking his head back roughly. Taehyung winced, his scalp stinging from the sudden, forceful motion.
"You bitch," Jungkook spat, his voice low and dripping with venom. "I should have just sliced that tongue of yours." He leaned in closer, his grip tightening. "Mind your tongue in front of me, Kim. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
Taehyung swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared up at Jungkook, whose jaw was clenched tightly, every muscle in his face tense with rage. The air between them crackled with the intensity of Jungkook's anger, and Taehyung couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear, despite his best efforts to remain composed.
Taehyung glared up at Jungkook, his eyes narrowed in defiance. Despite the pain he felt, he refused to show any weakness. Jungkook's gaze drifted to Taehyung's bloodied lips, the small cut on the lower one catching his attention. A small, mocking smirk tugged at the corners of Jungkook's lips as he spoke, his grip on Taehyung's hair tightening, yanking his head back roughly.
