Clandestine Vow //Taehyung X Reader |

Chapter 16: Everyone, move to the back! Head toward the ship!

Jungkook's smirked darkly. "I'll show them that silence is more terrifying than anything they've said. When they least expect it, I'll tear their world apart. No more small rumors or insults—they'll feel it physically. The kind of fear that crawls into your bones, that makes you wake up in cold sweats, wondering if you'll survive the next day."

I raised my eyebrow, "And how are you going to do that?"

Jungkook's smirk widened as he imagined the scenario. "You know my pattern very well, Tae. First, I'll tie them to a chair. But not too tight—just enough to let them struggle. I will start slow as fear makes it more satisfying and fun. They threw Y/n's stuff, right? So now they'll sit there, helpless, as I destroy everything they value, right in front of them. Phones? Crushed. Laptops? Smashed. Their cash, clothes—all shredded to pieces. They'll want to scream, but the duct tape will keep them silent."

Jimin's face paled as he listened to Jungkook speak. Jungkook was clearly enjoying Jimin's reaction. "And then, I'll take revenge for slapping Carrot, using my favorite tool—a hammer. I won't hit them right away, though. First, I'll let them hear the hammer crashing down on the table next to them, reminding them that the next blow could be on their head. Then, I'll hit them so hard they'll black out for a while, and when they wake up, I'll be there to haunt them again."

Jimin's eyes widened, and he looked at me, still trying to recover from Jungkook's words. "Is he for real?"

I sighed, totally understanding Jimin's sentiment. "Jungkook never shows mercy, whether it's a guy or a girl—gender doesn't matter to him. Anyone who crosses him or threatens those he cares about becomes an enemy."

Jungkook continued, "I'll start with the knife—I'll toy with them slowly, dragging it just close enough to their skin to make them flinch before finally pressing it in. First, light cuts—just enough to make every breath painful. The blood will come slowly at first, staining their clothes. But the real fun begins when they start to panic, wondering how deep the next cut will be. I'll pierce them just enough to make them scream—if only the tape wasn't keeping them quiet."

He looked at Jimin with curiosity. "And the best part? They'll know it's not over. They'll know I could go further, do worse. But I'll keep them right on the edge, letting that fear tear them apart."

Jimin's expression turned worried, but Jungkook wasn't done. "I'll make sure they beg. And when they do, I'll make them promise never to touch Y/N again. If they break that promise? Well, next time, they won't see the sunrise."

Jimin swallowed hard. "And then?"

"Then I'll leave them there," Jungkook stretched his arms casually. "Bleeding, scared, and alone until they fall unconscious. By the time someone finds them, they'll be too terrified even to think about reporting it to the police. The memory of it will haunt them every time they close their eyes. The kind that makes you wonder if someone's watching you, even in broad daylight. They'll disappear for a while. And when they come back, they won't be able to look Y/N in the eyes. Not after what I'll put them through."

I didn't say a word, knowing this was Jungkook's favorite way of torturing and threatening someone, especially when it came to a girl. But when it was a guy, he became as merciless as possible.

"Do you really need to go this far?" I finally said with concern. "I mean, what will be the difference between them and us then?"

For a moment, there was silence. Jimin was looking nervously between us. Jungkook looked at me. "Maybe not" he finally muttered. "But sometimes, fear is the only language people understand. And I'm fluent in it."

I bit my lip, unsure how to argue with him when his mind was set. He always had a way of justifying his actions, convincing himself it was for good. And in a way, I understood.