𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 10 Vows of revenge

As they pulled up to sleek, modern estate, Taehyung felt heavy dread tumble into his chest. The building loomed before them as if it were some sort of ominous fortress, so at odds with the chaotic whirlwind that made him almost ill. He was practically having palpitations with each passing second, and when Jungkook killed the engine, the heavy silence inside the car began to suffocate him.

"We're here," Jungkook said, his cold amusement sending a chill down Taehyung's spine.

"Where is 'here'?" he asked, though his trembling voice betrayed the fact that he already knew this wasn't a simple stop. It was another step into the abyss.

Jungkook didn't respond not exactly, instead he stepped out of the car with such ease that his corner seems to turn instinctively to the door on the side of Taehyung as he reaches over to open it just as smoothly. His eyes sparkle though, but a smirk continues to dance on his lips, like a cat catches its prey in its wind.

Taehyung hesitated. The air outside the car seemed thick, walking into a trap. Slowly he stepped out from the car, his legs shaking under him, while Jungkook gestured toward the entrance of the house. His hand was an unspoken command.

"Get out. Don't make me ask twice.".

Taehyung's legs moved, but his heart froze in terror. He trailed after Jungkook as they approached the entrance, and just as if this really was a ballet, the door swung open to reveal a tall, smooth-looking man in a suit that fitted perfectly. The same icy look of indifference seemed to dance across his face as the one Jungkook wore, almost reflecting his dominance.

"Mr. Jeon," he said, bowing slightly, "everything is prepared."

Jungkook nodded curtly, a small flash of satisfaction crossing his face. "Good."

Taehyung's heart was beating faster with each step, though. What is happening? The unease clawed at him, but he was too deep into this nightmare to turn back now.

The lawyer stepped aside, and Jungkook motioned for Taehyung to come this way inside. It was every bit as lavish as Taehyung had anticipated, but it brought no sense of comfort. It only seemed to accentuate his feeling of isolation and powerlessness instead. They were ushered into a sitting room, all imposingly luxurious: a thick stack of papers did rest ominously on the polished glass table.

Jungkook slumped down on the chair opposite Taehyung, reclining like a king on his throne. "Sit."

Taehyung flinched for a fraction of a second before he sank into the chair opposite Jungkook. His gaze zeroed in on the sheaf of papers. His stomach turned when the lawyer slid the papers in front of him, putting a pen beside it.

"These," Jungkook said, "are the terms of our marriage. A formality, really. Just a few rules to keep things in order."

Taehyung swallowed hard, his throat dry. "What… what rules?"

Jungkook's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it. He reached forward and, casual as could be, began to flip through the first few pages, tapping on specific sections with his finger.

Taehyung looked over at Jungkook, but nothing crossed his face. He slowly lowered himself to stare at the papers in front of him. His fingers were shaking as he gathered them and flipped through page after page. He scanned across the legal talk in a blur, yet one sentence stood out: rules of submission.

His stomach dropped. He quickly scanned the section, his eyes widening with each sentence. The rules were brutal: 

- Complete obedience : Any act of defiance or disobedience will result in severe consequences.