𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 11 Pretty 'thing'

As they stepped out of the ballroom, the night air hit Taehyung like a wave---cold, heavy, and thick with the weight of what had just transpired. His pulse quickened, a heady mix of dread and anger coiling in his chest. Jungkook’s hand settled firmly on the small of his back, a possessive gesture that spoke of control rather than comfort. Each step toward the waiting black car felt like another link in the invisible chains now binding him to Jungkook.

The door to the car opened with a soft click, and Jungkook’s eyes met his, dark and unreadable. "Get in," he said softly, but there was no mistaking the command laced in his tone. Taehyung hesitated for a heartbeat, his fingers brushing the cool metal of the door, before sliding into the leather seat. Jungkook followed, the door shutting behind him with a finality that echoed in the tense silence between them.

As Jungkook drove, the city lights flickered and danced across Taehyung’s face, a harsh contrast to the darkness brewing inside him. He could feel Jungkook’s eyes on him, burning with the same intensity that had haunted him all night, the corners of his mouth curving into that infuriating smirk. Taehyung felt the familiar anger boiling within him, but he couldn’t ignore the flicker of fear that accompanied it.

"Where are we going?" Taehyung asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside. He needed to know what Jungkook had planned, what awaited him beyond the confines of the car.

Jungkook glanced at him briefly, his smirk deepening. "Somewhere fitting," he replied, his voice low and deliberate. "Somewhere that’ll remind you exactly where you belong to now."

The words sent a shiver down Taehyung’s spine, a mixture of fear and fury swirling in his gut. He turned to face Jungkook fully, eyes narrowed, his defiance rising like a flame. "What do you mean by that?" he pressed, his heart racing.

Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound both alluring and menacing. "Oh, you'll see soon enough."

The tension in the car thickened as they drove through the city, the surroundings blurring into a haze of neon lights and shadowy figures. Taehyung's mind raced with possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. What kind of life awaited him? What would Jungkook expect from him now that they were married?

As they approached a tall, imposing building, Taehyung’s heart sank further into despair. Jungkook parked the car and turned to face him, his expression shifting to a more serious demeanor. "This is it," he announced, his voice low and commanding. "Your new life begins here."

Taehyung swallowed hard, the reality of the situation crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He felt utterly trapped, yet a flicker of defiance stayed within him. "I won’t let you control me, Jungkook," he said, his voice stronger than before.

Jungkook's expression darkened, a glimmer of something dangerous flickering in his eyes. "You already are, Taehyung," he replied, leaning in closer, his breath warm against Taehyung's ear. "You belong to me now, and I intend to make the most of it."

With that, he stepped out of the car, his presence radiating authority as he held the door open for Taehyung once more. The night air felt electric, charged with an intensity that made Taehyung's pulse quicken. He hesitated for a moment, staring into the depths of Jungkook's gaze, before finally stepping out of the car, his heart pounding in his chest.

As they entered the building, the lobby of the building was opulent, adorned with marble floors that gleamed under the soft lighting, casting a warm glow on the lavish decor. Taehyung's heart raced as he took in the extravagant surroundings, the air thick with the scent of fresh flowers and polished wood. For a moment, he felt out of place, like a moth drawn to a flame, knowing he was stepping into a world he could never truly belong to.