𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 🔞 | 𝐓𝐊

17

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The thieves exchange uneasy glances, sensing something off about this battered man.

As they turn to leave, jungkook's laughter grows louder and more manic, echoing through the alley.

JK: "HAHAHA! YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST BEAT ME UP AND LEAVE ME HERE? HAHAHAHA!"

Jungkook get up form ground after they left like nothing happen He straightens his suit, ignoring the blood and dirt staining the fabric.

His face is a mask of cold fury as he strides back home, his body moving with the predatory grace of a hunter, despite his recent ordeal.

JK: taehyung where are you

Tae come out of kitchen he gasp as he saw jungkook wounded his mouth is bleeding

Jungkook steps into the house, his gaze falling on taehyung. He stalks towards her, his face unreadable.

JK: some thieves robbed me

He says shortly, his voice tight with barely suppressed rage.

He unbuttons his bloodstained shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

Tae: ohh my god should we report to police??

JK: no I will handle it later

Tae: stay still hmm let me treaty your woun-

Jungkook silences him with a fierce kiss, his arms wrapping around his waist.

JK:  I'm fine, In fact, I'm more than fine. I'm furious. And when I'm like this...

Jungkook nuzzles his neck, inhaling his scent. his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His hands roam possessively over his body.

JK: It's just a scratch, I'm going to take out my frustrations on you, darling.

Tae: jungkook I am not a vessel for you to take off your frustration 

Taehyung says in a serious and low voice it sounds like a command

He releases tae, watching with hooded eyes as he bustles off to fetch her first aid kit.

As he dabs at his cuts, he catches his wrist, stilling his hands. His voice drops to a low, seductive drawl.

JK: taehyung

Tae: this is not goona work this time

He turns his hand over, pressing a kiss to his palm. His eyes gleam with a predatory light.

JK: You're right, I should let you take care of me. After all, that's what a good wife does, isn't it?

Jungkook leans back, his body relaxing as taehyung gently cleans his wounds and applies ointment.

He watches tae through heavy-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. As he works, he reaches out to toy with his hair, his touch gentle yet firm.

He pauses, his thumb brushing over his lips.

JK: you look so beautiful when you take care of me
  

Jungkook murmurs, his voice low and husky. He pulls tae onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist.

JK: maybe I should get hurt often.

Tae: gosh you are still firlting when you are hurt

JK: When I'm hurt, I need extra attention from my wife. It's only natural

Jungkook says, his fingers tracing patterns on tae's back. He rests his cheek against his hair, inhaling his scent.

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