What will be the cause of being force to someone who is your rival? The story where Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook were forced to be stuck together even they hate each other to the guts.
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Warning: Mentions of blood and beatings.
Chapter 11
The stench of blood and fear hung thick in the air, a suffocating blanket over the dank, shadowed room. Gyun, a broken figure kneeling before Jungkook, his hands bound behind his back, was a tapestry of bruises and cuts. His face, once arrogant, was now a mask of pain, his eyes pleading for mercy that would never come.
“So, it was indeed you,” Gyun spoke as he looked at Jungkook.
Jungkook didn't respond and instead removed his blazer to prepare himself to beat up Gyun.
"You know," Gyun rasped, his voice a cracked whisper, "Taehyung wouldn't love you. He hates you, and I'm sure you're aware of that. He always has."
Jungkook stood unmoved, his gaze a cold, unwavering laser-focused on Gyun. He was a predator, and Gyun was his prey, trapped in a web of his own making.
"He's mine," Gyun continued, his voice rising in a desperate plea, "I was the first. I was the one who showed him everything. You're just tasting a leftover of someone. That's disgusting."
Each word was a fresh wound, a reminder of Gyun's own twisted obsession, but Jungkook remained unfazed. His anger was a simmering volcano, waiting for the right moment to erupt.
"He's a slut," Gyun spat, his voice laced with venom. "He loves sex when it's vanilla type but would cry when I became rough. But I like rough so he would suck it up and let me please him. Even though he was crying, I'm sure he was enjoying it." He trailed off, his face contorted in a grotesque parody of pleasure, his words a desperate attempt to provoke Jungkook.
Jungkook just continued wearing black gloves to make sure his hands would be clean.
"He belongs to me!" Gyun screamed, his voice cracking with desperation. "You should pick someone else. Someone who isn't mine. There are a lot of people out there!"
Jungkook would scan which blades or torture stuff he would use.
Gyun's laughter, a hollow echo in the silence, was abruptly cut short. Jungkook's voice, a chilling whisper, pierced through the room.
"Are you done?"
Gyun's eyes widened in shock. He had expected Jungkook to crumble under the weight of his words, to acknowledge his twisted claims. But Jungkook was unyielding, his gaze unwavering.
"Did you… did you hear me?" Gyun stammered, his voice trembling.
Jungkook's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I didn't know you were speaking. I thought you were barking."
Gyun's face contorted with rage. He lunged forward, his bound hands flailing wildly, a desperate attempt to break free from his tormentor.
"You… you…!"
Jungkook's hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of Gyun's hair. He forced Gyun's head back, his eyes cold and calculating.
"Stop barking," Jungkook said, his voice a low growl. "Your time is up."
His fist connected with Gyun's jaw, the sound echoing through the room. Gyun's head snapped back, his teeth shattering against his tongue, a sickening crunch echoing through the room. His body convulsed in pain, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Go back to where you belong," Jungkook said, his voice dripping with venom. "Go back to hell."
He turned away, leaving Gyun crumpled on the floor, his body a testament to Jungkook's wrath. The stench of blood and the echo of Gyun's screams, a symphony of pain and suffering.
