Raw Marks | KOOKV✓

chapter 39

The air in the room was thick with tension, the kind that made every breath feel heavier than the last. Jungkook's chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. His body trembled, his muscles tensed with a mixture of fear and exhaustion. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mingling with the tears that welled up in his wide, terrified eyes. His bruised lips quivered, and he felt the knot of uncertainty tighten in his stomach. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the horrific scene unfolding before him

Aoi, his older brother, stood over Taehyung, his face twisted with a fury that seemed inhuman. Every muscle in Aoi's body was taut, flexing with each powerful punch he landed on Taehyung's already bloodied face. A sickening crunch filled the room as Aoi's fist connected with his broken nose, sending a fresh wave of blood spilling down the man's chin. Taehyung's head snapped back, but Aoi didn't stop. His fists kept coming, each strike more brutal than the last

The lieutenant's voice boomed through the room, filled with a terrifying authority that left no room for disobedience "What are your real intentions?" he demanded, his voice a low growl. His eyes blazed with anger, and his tone left no doubt that he expected an answer, though he didn't pause long enough to let the male respond. Each question was punctuated by another violent blow, driving the man further into a state of helplessness. The more Taehyung cried out in pain, the more Aoi seemed to relish the beating, his anger growing with each unanswered question

Taehyung's body was pinned against the wall, his breath coming in ragged, painful gasps. His vision hazy, the edges blurring as he struggled to remain conscious. Blood oozed from his broken nose, and his shattered jaw felt extra agonizing. His right eye was swollen shut, a deep purple bruise spreading across his face. Every nerve in his body screamed in agony, but despite the overwhelming pain, Taehyung managed to let out a hoarse, hollow laugh. The sound was tinged with despair, a pitiful attempt to maintain some semblance of defense

As he laughed, blood gurgled in his throat and he spat it out, splattering the floor with crimson. His broken fingers twitched as he tried to lift his hands, his nails digging weakly into Aoi's skin. It was a strong attempt at resistance, a last-ditch effort to fight back against the relentless torture. But Aoi was unimpressed, his grip on Taehyung tightening as he slammed his fist into the man's gut with brutal force

"ANSWER ME, BASTARD!" he roared, finally stepping back to give Taehyung a moment of respite. He shoved the male to the floor with a force that sent him sprawling, his body curling up instinctively to protect itself from further harm. Taehyung's breath hitched as he tried to pull air into his lungs, each inhale sending sharp stabs of pain through his chest. He gasped, his vision dimming as he lay there, utterly defeated

Aoi towered over him, his chest heaving with exertion, his knuckles stained with blood. His eyes blazed with a hatred so intense that it was almost too disgusting "You fucking pedophile!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom "How dare you touch my brother!"

Taehyung flinched at the words, his body trembling uncontrollably. He forced his eyes open, his vision swimming as he looked up at Jungkook. The younger man was standing a few feet away, his hands clasped tightly over his mouth as he tried to stifle his sobs. Jungkook's eyes were wide, filled with tears and raw fear. He stared down at Taehyung, his expression one of pure terror, as if he couldn't comprehend the brutality he was witnessing

With a trembling hand, Taehyung reached out, his bloodied fingers brushing against Jungkook's bare feet. It was a small, almost insignificant gesture, but in that moment, it was all the adult could manage. His touch was light, hesitant, as if he was afraid that even this small act would be rejected. His bloody palm left a crimson stain on Jungkook's skin, but he didn't pull away. Instead, Taehyung looked up at him with eyes filled with desperation, silently begging for forgiveness, for understanding