Tortured Love [TK]

TEN

Jungkook's face flushes with a dark, consuming rage as he watches the boy who dared to slap him. His eyes, normally calm, are now filled with a feral intensity. Without a hint of hesitation, he lunges at the boy, his movements quick and violent. Grabbing him by the hair, Jungkook yanks him to the ground, the boy's head slamming against the hard floor with a sickening thud.

"First, your brother forces me into this twisted marriage against my will," Jungkook's voice seethes with barely controlled fury. His breath comes in harsh, ragged gasps as he leans in closer, his eyes piercing through the boy with a chilling, unyielding glare. "And now you, a pitiful, insignificant worm, have the audacity to lay your hands on me?"

The boy whimpers in pain, trying to shield himself, but Jungkook's grip is ironclad. He sneers as he watches the boy's fear and agony unfold before him. "You think you can touch me without consequences? How dare you!

Jungkook's rage is an almost tangible force as he kicks the boy, whose barely conscious form convulses on the floor. Each kick is a vicious reminder of his fury. The boy's feeble cries echo through the room, a grim symphony to Jungkook's wrath. The maids, their faces drained of color, watch in stunned silence, their fear palpable.

Jungkook's stormy gaze sweeps over them, making it clear that any misstep could result in their own suffering. He storms off towards the kitchen, his anger radiating a cold, terrifying energy. The maids exchange frantic glances, each one acutely aware that Jungkook's volatile behavior sets a dangerous precedent. The boy's fate now hangs in a precarious balance, and if Kim finds out, it could be sealed with a finality that chills them to the bone.

Seating himself at the dining table, Jungkook's voice cuts through the oppressive silence. "Bring me food," he demands, his tone brooking no argument. The maids, their fear now a palpable presence, scramble to obey. The kitchen is a flurry of activity, the clatter of dishes and hurried whispers creating a frantic backdrop to Jungkook's menacing presence.
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In the dead afternoon, the oppressive silence is shattered as Taehyung storms into the room, his eyes blazing with unrestrained fury. The suddenness of his entrance startles Jungkook, who is sitting alone, lost in his thoughts. Without a moment's hesitation, Taehyung lunges at Jungkook, his rage manifesting in a violent grip around Jungkook's throat.

"How dare you lay a hand on my brother!" Taehyung hisses, his voice a chilling blend of anger and venom. His fingers dig mercilessly into Jungkook's flesh, cutting off his air supply. The cold, calculating rage in Taehyung's eyes sends a wave of terror through Jungkook.

Jungkook's hands claw desperately at Taehyung's grip, his face turning a deep shade of red as he struggles to breathe. His vision blurs, and he gasps for air, the pressure on his throat relentless. With a strained voice, barely a whisper, he manages to croak out, "Your brother slapped me first."

Taehyung's eyes narrow dangerously, a glint of malevolent satisfaction flickering in their depths. "Don't lie," he snaps, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

Jungkook's face is contorted in agony as he gasps for air, his voice a strangled whisper. "Ask the maids. They saw everything," he manages to choke out, desperation tinged with the hope that someone might intervene.

Taehyung turns his cold gaze toward the maids, who are visibly trembling, their eyes fixed firmly on the floor. None of them dare to meet his intense stare. The air thickens with the oppressive weight of fear, and Jungkook's eyes, once full of hope, are now filled with a deepening desperation. "Tell the truth!" he demands, his voice strained, but Taehyung's grip only tightens, cutting off his air supply further.