Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

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Tied to a post with ropes that barely dug into his wrists, Taehyung lifted his head, putting on an expression of tragic heroism. "Jesus, Jesus, your second son is here!" he cried out, voice rising dramatically into the night, thick with exaggerated anguish.

He glared skyward, his eyes rolling as if delivering a grand farewell to the heavens. Despite the tight ropes, he managed to shoot a smug look at the two towering figures guarding him, clearly relishing his performance.

The two tribesmen were monstrous in appearance, looming nearby in strange attire that seemed like something out of a fever dream. Their bare torsos were painted with streaks of ash-gray and blood-red, jagged lines tracing across broad, muscular chests, each stroke adding to their eerie presence.

Their headdresses, crafted from feathers, bones, and woven vines, cast bizarre silhouettes in the firelight, enhanced by claw-like bone attachments that curled from their fingers. Thin cloth strips dangled from their waists, swaying as they moved, while small animal skulls and beads rattled around their necks in ominous harmony.

Just a few feet away, however, Jungkook sat cross-legged on the ground, unfazed by Taehyung's theatrics or the ominous ritual unfolding around them. His attention was occupied with a cozy Jimin perched in his lap, who looked more like he was picnicking than witnessing a ritual. Jimin's head rested on Jungkook's shoulder, his tiny hand brushing Jungkook's fingers with gentle curiosity. Every so often, he'd grab an artifact-a feather, a bone charm, or a stone with strange symbols-and tuck it into Jungkook's palm, watching him with a playful glint.

Jungkook glanced from the odd assortment of trinkets in his hand to Taehyung's tied-up form and smirked. "See? I told you," he called out, barely containing his laughter. "Don't try to run. After they catch up... And here you are, tied up like some kind of village sacrifice."

Taehyung's glare could've melted steel. "Yeah? Well, if this brat here hadn't wandered off into the night like some lost lamb-" he shot an annoyed look at Jimin "-we wouldn't be in this mess!"

Unfazed, Jimin tilted his head up at Jungkook, his lips curling into a grin. "Hyungie," he murmured sweetly, ignoring Taehyung's irritation as he traced shapes into Jungkook's palm.

Jungkook chuckled, squeezing Jimin's hand as he threw another look Taehyung's way. "I *did* tell you to run," he teased. "But no, you had to play the hero. And now? Now, you're regretting it."

"Regretting it?" Taehyung scoffed, rolling his eyes so far back they almost disappeared. "Just wait till they stop chanting. Then we'll see who regrets what."

His gaze shifted, though, when he noticed something near the ritual site-a small pink bundle, wrapped carefully as if it held something precious. He blinked, confusion flooding his face. *What in the...* he thought, brows arching. "Hey, Jungkook... What the hell is that thing?"

Before Jungkook could answer, Jimin tugged on his sleeve, his voice softening. "Hyungie... I want to save the babe."

Jungkook raised an amused brow, but before he could even react, Taehyung barked out a laugh. "Save it? Save it? Are you out of your mind?" He scoffed, then gestured toward Jimin with a huff. "And you, can you stop fidgeting with his hand for *one second*?"

Jimin blinked, entirely nonchalant. With a casual tilt of his head, he muttered something under his breath, a few choice words that left Taehyung clenching his jaw in fury, his mouth snapping shut so fast he nearly bit his tongue. Jungkook erupted into laughter, his shoulders shaking as he tightened his grip around Jimin.

"We can't, babe," he said between laughs, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Why not?" Jimin asked, his gaze drifting back to the pink bundle with wide, innocent eyes.