Don't Leave Me.✅(JJK X Y/N X KTH)

Portrait

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Y/n's pov

I fluttered my eyes open and blinked away the blurriness. As my vision cleared, I curiously examined the room I found myself in. The walls were painted a dark shade of red, and the lights cast a dim glow, creating an atmosphere of mystery. Chimes hung from the ceiling, gently swaying in the faint breeze. My gaze wandered around the room, taking in the details, until it landed on something that made my breath catch in my throat.

A portrait, almost occupying the entire wall, drew my attention. It was breathtakingly beautiful, surpassing even the real person it depicted. She was dressed in a vibrant yellow gown, its low back exposed, adding to the allure of the image. Her eyes were half-open, gazing into the distance with a mysterious allure, while her lips were slightly parted, giving her an ethereal appearance. Every detail was rendered with precision and care, from the delicate curve of her nose to the subtle shadows that played across her features. It was as if the artist had captured her essence and frozen it in time.

Mesmerized, I walked towards the portrait in a daze, my fingers trembling as they brushed against the canvas. How could anyone capture perfection so flawlessly? 

I gasped as the realization hit me like a physical blow. My heart felt like it had lodged itself in my throat, choking back the panic rising within me. What was my picture doing in a stranger's room? Fear and confusion swirled together, making my head spin.

My eyes widened in shock as the door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing ominously in the dimly lit room. I turned around, my breath catching as I came face to face with the person I had once loved. Taehyung stood before me, his presence filling the room with an oppressive weight.

"It's pretty, right?" His voice was smooth, almost haunting, as he spoke, a twisted smile playing on his lips. It was the same smile that used to make my heart flutter, but now it only brought tears and sorrow. "But the real you is much prettier," he added, taking a step closer.

I instinctively backed away, feeling the hard surface of the wall against my spine, trapping me in place. My pulse quickened, my chest tightening with fear. "W-What do you want from me? P-Please, let me go," I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation.

"Oh, no, no, no," he chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam. "I didn't go through all this trouble to bring you here just to let you go, Kitten," he said, his tone sending shivers down my spine. He loomed over me, his proximity suffocating, his presence overwhelming.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're only mine," he whispered, his words sending a chill through my veins.

A sob escaped my lips, tears welling up in my eyes. "Don't cry, my love. I hate seeing you cry," he said softly, but his touch felt like fire against my skin as he pressed his lips forcefully against mine. I felt disgusted and violated as his tongue invaded my mouth, stealing any semblance of control I had left.

"HELP! SOMEONE SAVE ME!!" I screamed, pushing him away with all the strength I could muster, but he only laughed, the sound sending a chill down my spine.

"Do you really think anyone will come for you? Understand this clearly, YOU ARE IN MY HOUSE. No one can find you, not even that Jungkook guy!" His eyes darkened with a sinister gleam, and a cold chill settled in the pit of my stomach.

"Now, pleasure me while you can, baby. After all, I waited for you for ten long years," he said, his voice dripping with malice, before throwing me onto the bed with a rough shove.

"T-T-Taehyung, NO! Don't you dare come near me!" I screamed, but my words fell on deaf ears as he tore at my clothes, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable, my body trembling with fear and revulsion. "Taehyung, I warn you! You may take advantage of my helplessness, but remember, I will never be yours! I would rather die than surrender to you," My voice shook with fear and defiance as I crawled backwards, feeling utterly exposed under his lustful gaze.

"We'll see," he said, a sinister smile twisting his lips as he pinned my arms above my head, his grip tight and suffocating.

"Tae... Taehyung... Stop... Please," I pleaded through tears, my voice breaking as the full weight of my terror crashed down on me. Where was Jungkook? Why wasn't he here to save me? The thought of being alone with Taehyung filled me with a bone-deep dread, and I prayed desperately for someone, anyone, to come to my rescue.

"Stop calling me by that name! I am Taecyeon. Taehyung is gone for good."

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Jungkook's pov

"What the hell, Jungkook! All of this happened, and you didn't even bother to tell us?!" Jin's voice boomed with anger, his frustration palpable as he stood up from his seat.

I couldn't help but hang my head in shame. "I'm sorry. I know I messed up," I admitted, feeling the weight of my mistakes pressing down on me.

Jin ran his fingers through his hair, his frustration evident. "But if he's Tae, then how could he hurt Y/N? There must be some kind of misunderstanding. Maybe we're suspecting the wrong person?"

"Hyung, Tae was my best friend. I thought I knew him better than anyone. But something's changed in him. Y/N tried to tell me something about him, and I should have listened. I believe her. Even I noticed some strange behavior from him lately. I just didn't want to admit it," I confessed, my voice heavy with regret.

Seokjin sighed heavily and slumped back onto the couch. "Given that your suspicions are correct, where should we start our search?" He rubbed his chin in deep thought, his brow furrowed as he pondered our next move. I watched him eagerly, hanging on to his every word. "Do you remember anything Y/N told you about Tae?" he asked, his gaze locking with mine.

I racked my brain, trying to recall the last conversation I had with her. She had tried to tell me something, but I was too blinded by rage to listen. Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered my own foolishness. If only I had listened to her. "I... I didn't believe her, so I didn't hear what she was trying to say," I admitted, my voice cracking with emotion as tears spilled down my cheeks, landing on my knees.

"Damn it, Kook! You should've listened to her!" Jin scolded, his frustration boiling over. "Let's call Namjoon. His agency and 148 IQ will be a great help in this situation."

A spark of hope ignited within me at the mention of Namjoon. How could I forget about him? He work as a detective. With his skills and resources, we might have a chance at finding Y/N and bringing her back home safely.

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