𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍┃𝐓𝐊 ✔

Part : 12 Humiliation

The soft rustling of the air was the first thing Taehyung noticed as his consciousness stirred. He blinked his eyes open, feeling the hardness of the floor under him and the coolness of the wooden bedframe against his back. The disorienting rush of last night played in fragmented flashes through his mind, but what stood out was the humiliation that still burned hotly in his chest.

His neck ached from the awkward position he had slept in, and as he glanced around the room, he noticed the dim evening light spilling through the large windows. Evening already. He sighed, the weight of exhaustion heavier than his actual sleep had been. The room was quiet---finally, a moment to himself.

But the peace didn't last long. As soon as he exhaled, he spotted him.

Leaning casually against the doorway, arms crossed and a smug smirk pulling at his lips, stood Jungkook. His gaze locked onto Taehyung, watching him like a predator who already knew his prey had nowhere to run.

Taehyung's body stiffened instinctively, anger bubbling up from the depths of his chest. His blood boiled at the mere sight of the man. Every humiliation, every stolen piece of his dignity from the night before, came rushing back like a punch to the gut.

Jungkook clapped his hands twice, the sudden sound snapping through the tense air, and within moments, a servant appeared, pushing a rack of luxurious suits and garments into the room. Every piece screamed wealth, opulence, control.

Jungkook's smirk grew as he sauntered into the room, his eyes never leaving Taehyung. "Pick something to wear," he ordered, his voice low but dripping with authority.

Taehyung's eyes flicked to the clothes and then back to Jungkook. He clenched his jaw. "It's fine. I don't need clothes."

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head as though he were dealing with a petulant child. "It doesn't matter how you used to live, Taehyung. That's over. Now, you're Jeon Kim Taehyung." His voice dipped with mocking emphasis on the new title. "You're my husband. And my husband doesn't wear the same clothes twice. In fact, you'll throw these away after today."

The idea disgusted Taehyung. His skin crawled at the thought of being trapped in such shallow displays of wealth, forced to adhere to Jungkook's twisted version of marriage. The idea of being paraded around like some puppet made his stomach churn.

He frowned, crossing his arms in defiance, making it clear he wasn't going to change just because Jungkook demanded it. But the man wasn't one to be ignored.

Jungkook stepped forward, closing the distance between them in two swift strides. His eyes gleamed darkly as he grabbed Taehyung's hand, the touch harsh, firm. Taehyung instantly jerked back, trying to free himself, but Jungkook's grip was relentless. He tilted Taehyung's hand up to examine the wedding band that now gleamed on his finger.

"You see this ring?" Jungkook's voice was low, and there was an edge of danger to it. His thumb traced over the cool metal. "This isn't just a ring. It's a license." His lips curled into a cruel smile. "My license. It gives me the right to change your clothes myself if you're having difficulty doing so."

Taehyung's eyes widened, the insinuation behind those words setting off alarms in his mind. He shoved Jungkook back with all the strength he could muster, his voice low and biting, "I'll change myself."

Jungkook's smirk widened as if he enjoyed the defiance, watching with a gleam of satisfaction as Taehyung grabbed a random suit from the rack. Without another word, Taehyung stormed off toward the bathroom, his hands trembling with rage, the cold weight of the ring burning like a shackle around his finger.

The door slammed behind him, leaving Jungkook standing there, smirking to himself, his eyes gleaming with amusement as if he'd won another round.
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