Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

06

"If you think you can have him, try me. You'll regret it before you even get close."

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Morning broke with a calm stillness, but the tranquility was abruptly shattered by a loud *thud* reverberating through the Jeon mansion. The heavy sound came from the main hall, where Sungwoon lay sprawled on the ground, clutching his abdomen. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he gasped for air, his vision swimming from the force of Jungkook's fists.

"Hyung! Hyung, why are you doing this?!" Sungwoon rasped, confusion clouding his voice. His hands instinctively shielded his abdomen as he tried to make sense of the brutal attack.

Jungkook stood over him, his eyes blazing with fury, fists clenched and ready for another blow. Without answering, he delivered a harsh kick to Sungwoon's side, sending him crashing against the marble floor. The sound of the impact echoed ominously through the house.

Sungwoon's mother, having witnessed the scene, screamed in horror. She rushed forward, slapping Jungkook's chest. "Stop it! You're going to kill him!" she cried, grabbing Jungkook's arm in a desperate attempt to pull him away. But Jungkook, consumed by rage, barely registered her presence. He shoved her aside with a force that sent her stumbling backward.

Without hesitation, he yanked Sungwoon up by the collar, his face inches from his cousin's. "You thought you could hurt Jimin and get away with it?" Jungkook spat through gritted teeth. "You disgusting piece of-" His fist connected with Sungwoon's face again, blood splattering as Sungwoon let out a groan of pain.

Just as Jungkook was ready to land another punch, a familiar voice rang out.

"Jungkook! Stop it!" Taehyung's voice cut through the chaos as he ran toward them, grabbing Jungkook's arm mid-swing. "What are you doing?!" Taehyung's strength forced Jungkook to freeze, his breathing ragged, fists still trembling with rage.

Panting heavily, Jungkook shook his head, his gaze never leaving Sungwoon's bruised and bloody face. "Let go of me, Taehyung," he muttered darkly, trying to shrug Taehyung off.

"No, I'm not letting you keep going until you tell me what the hell is happening!" Taehyung insisted, tightening his grip on Jungkook. His eyes flicked to Sungwoon, who was now slumped over, barely conscious. "Why are you beating him like this? What did he do?"

Jungkook's chest heaved as he tried to regain control. "He hurt Jimin," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Touched him. Said disgusting things to him. Tried to cross the line."

Taehyung's eyes widened in shock as the words sank in.

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The atmosphere outside the mansion was thick with tension, the air almost electric as the family congregated under the shadow of their opulent home. Jungkook's father stood resolutely beside his mother, both of them casting sharp, accusatory glares at Sungwoon. The boy struggled to maintain his composure, wincing as he clutched his bruised side. Each gasping breath that escaped him painted a picture of pain and bewilderment.

"Sungwoon," Jungkook's father began, his voice as unyielding as granite, "what were you thinking? We welcomed you into our lives and treated you like family, yet this is how you repay our trust? By disrespecting Jimin?"

Sungwoon's father, arms crossed defiantly, stepped forward with a sneer. "Is this really how you intend to scold your own blood for someone like him? Jimin is just an outsider-why do you value him over your own nephew?"