Possesion

The kidnapping

Seokjin’s frustration had reached its boiling point. Taehyung’s resistance and accusations had pushed him over the edge, leaving him with no choice but to take drastic measures. He had tried to win Taehyung over with charm and manipulation, but now it was time for more direct action. His obsession had turned into a dangerous determination to possess Taehyung, no matter the cost.

One late evening, as Taehyung walked home from the café, he couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. His senses were on high alert, every shadow and rustle of leaves heightening his anxiety. Just as he turned the corner to his apartment building, a black van screeched to a halt beside him. Before he could react, strong hands grabbed him, pulling him into the vehicle. A cloth with a pungent smell was pressed against his face, and darkness quickly overtook him.

When Taehyung regained consciousness, he found himself in a dimly lit room. Panic surged through him as he realized he was tied to a chair, his movements restricted. The room was cold and unwelcoming, a stark contrast to the warmth and safety of his home.

The door creaked open, and Seokjin entered, his expression a twisted mix of affection and anger. “Taehyung,” he said softly, stepping closer. “You’re finally awake.”

Taehyung’s eyes widened in horror. “Seokjin, what have you done? Let me go!”

Seokjin’s demeanor shifted instantly, his eyes narrowing. “You don’t understand, Taehyung. I’m doing this for us. You belong to me, and I won’t let anyone take you away.”

Taehyung struggled against his restraints, his voice trembling with fear and anger. “This isn’t love, Seokjin. This is madness!”

Seokjin knelt beside him, his tone suddenly tender. “You don’t see it now, but you will. I’ll make you see how much I love you.” He reached out, caressing Taehyung’s face with a disturbingly gentle touch. “We’re meant to be together.”

Taehyung turned his head away, tears of frustration and fear welling up in his eyes. “Please, Seokjin. Just let me go.”

Seokjin’s expression darkened, his grip tightening on Taehyung’s jaw. “No. I won’t let you go. Not now, not ever.”

He stood abruptly, pacing the room. His mood shifted rapidly, oscillating between tender and violent. “You made me do this, Taehyung. If only you had listened to me, this wouldn’t have been necessary.”

Taehyung’s heart raced as Seokjin approached him again, this time with a more sinister intent. He leaned down, his breath hot against Taehyung’s skin. “You’re mine, Taehyung. And I’m going to make sure you understand that.”

Seokjin’s hands roamed over Taehyung’s body, his touch both possessive and invasive. Taehyung’s protests were met with a cruel smile as Seokjin’s grip tightened. “Stop fighting, Taehyung. You know you can’t escape me.”

Taehyung’s fear turned into a desperate struggle, but Seokjin’s strength was overwhelming. He pinned Taehyung down, his movements forceful and unrelenting. Taehyung’s cries for help were swallowed by the cold, empty room as Seokjin forced himself on him, ignoring his pleas and tears.

After what felt like an eternity, Seokjin finally pulled away, leaving Taehyung broken and trembling. He looked down at him with a twisted sense of satisfaction. “Now you see, Taehyung. You belong to me. And no one can take you away.”

Taehyung’s body ached, his mind reeling from the trauma. He lay there, helpless and violated, as Seokjin watched him with a disturbing blend of love and possession. The darkness of the room mirrored the despair in Taehyung’s heart, as he realized the extent of Seokjin’s obsession and the horrifying reality of his captivity.