Tortured Love [TK]

SEVENTEEN

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Taehyung entered the hospital room with an air of casual authority, his smile betraying nothing of the darkness that lurked beneath. Jungkook lay in the bed, his head wrapped in bandages, eyes clouded with confusion and pain. Taehyung's gaze softened, though his intentions remained as cold as ever.

"How's my sweetheart today?" Taehyung asked, his voice smooth and reassuring. He approached Jungkook's bedside with a false tenderness, carefully hiding the cruelty that lay behind his calm facade.

Jungkook blinked up at Taehyung, trying to clear the haze from his mind. "Huh? Hello? What's happening?" His voice was barely more than a whisper, filled with fear and desperation.

Taehyung's smile widened, exuding a false warmth. "It's time to leave the hospital, my love. We're going home soon. I've missed you so much. It's time for us to be together, in our house."

Jungkook's confusion deepened, his brow furrowing. "Home? I don't... I don't remember anything. Why am I here? Why can't I remember?"

Taehyung gently stroked Jungkook's hair, his touch both soothing and unsettling. "You've been through a lot. Sometimes our minds need a bit of time to catch up. But don't worry. I'm here now, and we're going to start fresh. Just focus on getting better. Everything will be alright."

Jungkook tried to sit up, his body weak and uncooperative. "But... my family? What about them?"

Taehyung's eyes flickered with something dark before he forced a reassuring smile. "Your family is taken care of, love. They'll be part of our new life together. You don't need to think about them right now. All that matters is that we're together."

He gently helped Jungkook out of the bed, his movements tender but firm. "I've prepared a beautiful home for us. It's a place where we can be happy and start over."

Jungkook's fear was palpable, his eyes darting around the room. "But I don't even know where we're going. How can I trust you?"

Taehyung's gaze softened as he helped Jungkook into a wheelchair. "You can trust me, sweetheart. I only want what's best for us. Let me take care of everything. Just relax and let yourself be at ease."

As Taehyung wheeled Jungkook out of the hospital room, he whispered, "Everything will be perfect. Our new life will be better than you could ever imagine. Just follow my lead."

Without waiting for a response, Taehyung lifted Jungkook into his arms. Jungkook, too weak to resist, could only clutch at Taehyung's clothes, his mind racing with questions he couldn't yet articulate. The car ride was a blur, each bump and turn amplifying his sense of helplessness.

When they arrived at the mansion, Jungkook was carried through the grand foyer, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and awe. The opulent decor, the vast expanse of the marble floor, and the elaborate chandeliers seemed surreal and alien in his disoriented state.

Taehyung gently set Jungkook down on a luxurious sofa, the softness of the cushions contrasting sharply with Jungkook's growing unease. "Welcome home," Taehyung said, his voice smooth and reassuring, though his eyes betrayed a cold satisfaction. "Its our home just for us. It's our new beginning."

Jungkook's gaze swept over the room, trying to make sense of the opulence around him. "This... this is amazing," he murmured, his voice trembling.

Jungkook's gaze wandered around the lavish room, trying to grasp the enormity of his surroundings. "Are we... rich?" he asked, his voice trembling with a mix of awe and confusion.

Taehyung's smile was chillingly devoid of warmth. "Yes, very," he said, his voice dripping with sinister satisfaction. "This is our home. Isn't it beautiful?"