A love beyond words

10

The next evening, Ji-Eun arrived at Jungkook's home, having visited once before with him after the event. She rang the bell, and Jimin welcomed her in.

"Please come inside, Noona. Would you like something to drink?" Jimin asked, as they settled onto the couch.

"No, it's fine. Just call Jungkook. I don't want to be late; Mr. Kim is very punctual," Ji-Eun said with a chuckle.

Jimin nodded and called Jungkook, who descended the stairs instantly.

As they bid farewell to Jimin and left, Ji-Eun reassured Jungkook, "Relax, Jungkook; Tae is really nice, and I'm sure you'll love being his friend. Plus, I'll be there."

Jungkook smiled and nodded.

Upon arriving at Taehyung's mansion, the security guard opened the door, recognizing Ji-Eun. They stepped out of the car, and Ji-Eun quickly rang the bell.

Taehyung, dressed in a plain white T-shirt and black trousers, greeted them warmly.

"Welcome! Come on in."

He offered water and led them to the couch.

Jungkook sat awkwardly, admiring the mansion.

Sensing the unease, Ji-Eun intervened, "Taehyung, show him around; I'll prepare snacks."

As Ji-Eun headed to the kitchen, Taehyung smiled. "Follow me, Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook nodded and trailed behind Taehyung, who showcased his mansion.

Finally, they entered Taehyung's bedroom.

"And this is my sanctuary. I rarely stay here, just for sleepovers... and nothing much," Taehyung said with a shrug, sitting on the bed.

He patted the space beside him, inviting Jungkook to sit.

Jungkook did, maintaining a respectful distance.

Soon they heard, Ji-Eun yelling for them to come downstairs as she have already prepared the snacks

Jungkook asked Taehyung, "May I use the washroom, Mr. Kim?" His voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.

Taehyung nodded, his expression warm. "Of course, but come back soon. Ji-Eun's snacks are waiting."

As Jungkook headed to the washroom, Taehyung descended downstairs, his mind preoccupied with the younger man's unexpected interest.

Jungkook washed his face, calming his racing thoughts. Upon exiting, his gaze fell upon shiny objects scattered beside the bed.

Initially, he thought to leave them alone, but curiosity got the better of him. "What are these?" he whispered to himself.

He approached the items, eyes widening in realization – a collar, whips, and other equipment.

The collar captivated him; 'Kitten' was elegantly engraved on it. Jungkook's eyes sparkled.

He traced his fingers over the collar, then picked up a whip, examining its texture.

"This feels...different," Jungkook thought, his heart beating faster.

Meanwhile, Taehyung worriedly went upstairs, searching for Jungkook.

"Maybe he's anxious or nervous," Taehyung thought.

Upon entering the room, he froze, witnessing Jungkook entranced by the whip.

Taehyung's shock gave way to fascination, observing Jungkook's serene expression.

Jungkook gulped, his throat dry, and contemplated wearing the collar. Suddenly, Taehyung's calm voice startled him.

"What are you doing, Mr. Jeon?" Taehyung asked, his expression neutral.

Jungkook hastily tried to hide the collar, but Taehyung noticed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kim," Jungkook stammered, nervous. "I was just coming downstairs and saw these."

The awkward situation intensified, with Jungkook sitting on the floor and Taehyung standing.

Taehyung bent down, his movements fluid, and retrieved the collar from Jungkook's hand.

"Don't you think it's bad manners to touch someone else's belongings, Mr. Jeon?" Taehyung asked, his tone cold.

Jungkook's head dropped, shamefaced. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kim."

Taehyung observed Jungkook's submissive behavior, filing it away for future discussion.

"Get up and come with me downstairs," Taehyung instructed firmly, his voice low. "And don't breathe a word about this to anyone."

Jungkook nodded, still looking down, and rose to his feet.

"Yes, Mr. Kim," Jungkook replied, his voice barely audible. "I understand, and I'm sorry again."

Taehyung hummed in response, his expression unreadable.

"Follow me," he said, leading Jungkook downstairs.

As they descended, Jungkook's mind reeled with questions.

Why did he react so intensely?

The tension between them thickened.

(I think this chapter is a bit cringeworthy and nearly impossible in real life, but again, this is fanfiction, not reality. So, please bear with me. And if any of you don't like the concept, I apologize in advance for the disappointment.)