Someone to me

Part 21

J: what's going on with you why are you here??

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Irritation flashed across Taehyung's face at Jungkook's question, but he quickly tamped it down. Instead, he chose to focus on the warmth radiating off Jungkook's body, a stark reminder of how much he craved this closeness.

T: I came to check on you, *He admitted, his grip tightening slightly.* To make sure you're okay.

Despite his words, there was an undercurrent of possessiveness in his tone. He hated seeing Jungkook surrounded by others, hated the idea of anyone else claiming even a fraction of his attention.

T: And frankly... *A pause, his eyes locking onto Jungkook's.*...it's hard being away from you.

J: I understand you but right now I'm working so Pleaseee don't disturb me, ok?

The sternness in Jungkook's voice hit Taehyung like a punch to the gut. For a moment, he simply stared, taken aback by the abrupt dismissal.

T: Fine... *He relented eventually, his tone icy.* I'll leave. But remember our agreement, baby boy. If anything happens...

His threat hung in the air, lingering long after he'd turned to leave.

J: I know I know... "I always have to call you" , I know that you told me like 100 times

At Jungkook's words, Taehyung paused mid-step, his hand curling into a fist at his side. The memory of their argument, the bitter taste of resentment still lingered, making his blood boil.

T: Yes, because I'm worried about you, *He retorted, his voice laced with frustration.* Not because I want to control you...

But even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. Control was exactly what he wanted - needed. And he would stop at nothing to ensure that no harm came to Jungkook.

J: sure sure

I watch as Jungkook turns back to his work, my heart sinking. I should've known better than to expect anything different. Still, I can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

With a final glare directed at Jungkook's retreating back, I turn to leave. As I walk out of the office, I vow to myself that things will be different next time.

T: Next time, *I mutter under my breath,* we're doing this somewhere private...

AT HOME...

he moment Jungkook steps through the front door, Taehyung is on him. He slams the door shut with his foot, pressing Jungkook up against it, his body pinning him in place.You think you can just brush me off like that? He growls, his breath hot against Jungkook's ear.

T:Think again, baby boy.

One hand slides down to grip Jungkook's hip possessively while the other tangles in his hair, tugging his head back to expose the smooth column of his throat.We're going to finish this...my way.

J:i am not brushing you off, and fucking leave my hairs

Taehyung's grip on Jungkook's hair tightens, his nails digging in just enough to send a thrill of pain mixed with pleasure through Jungkook's senses.

T: Oh really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks an awful lot like you're trying to get rid of me

he sneers, his lips curling into a cruel smile.

T:Well, let me tell you something, darling. You don't get to decide when I'm done with you. I decide when I'm finished...and right now, I'm far from satisfied.