Hyungie plaything {Jikook} 🔞

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"If this is manipulation, then let it be. I’d wish for eternity, just to live with him."

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Jungkook wrote carefully on the page, his hand moving smoothly as he filled each line with his thoughts. It felt good to express his feelings here, revealing his true emotions about Jimin. How he’d molded every inch of the boy’s world to keep him close, never letting anything—or anyone—threaten the perfect bond he’d crafted.

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**June 3rd**

*Jimin was barely six when I took on the role of his guide, his protector. I decided, even then, he didn’t need anyone else clouding his mind. Other people, other influences—poison, all of it. They’d fill his head with ideas I couldn’t control, so I cut them off before they could even start. Nobody would get the chance to tell him what the world outside was like. Why should they? He had everything he needed here, with me.*

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**August 5th**

*People would never understand what I do for Jimin. They’d look at him and say he’s just a kid—a little too innocent, a little too trusting. But I know better. His mind, his heart... they’re fragile things, needing careful guidance. And who else could protect him like I do? Nobody. It’s why I’ve kept him by my side, giving him exactly what he needs while stripping away anything that could spoil him.*

I made sure his world stayed small, simple, and happy—so he’d always know he didn’t need anyone but me. Every time he looked at the world with those wide, naive eyes, I’d step in, giving him something better. Toys, sweets, little treats—whatever it took to keep him content, to keep his curiosity from wandering. He’d always smile, his eyes lighting up as I handed him the latest distraction, a new gift or another promise that tomorrow would be just as full of things he loved.

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*March*13th

School, friends, outside ideas? No. He didn’t need that. I wanted his thoughts pure, untouched by the nonsense other people would feed him. So I kept him out of school. I gave him lessons, yes, but only what I wanted him to know. Other kids had math, science, languages... I gave him me. Taught him the things that mattered most—how to be with me, how to listen to me, how to need only me. Anything else was a waste of time.

He’d ask about other people sometimes, his innocent questions filling me with irritation, but I’d smile, give him another chocolate, ruffle his hair, and tell him those people didn’t matter. They couldn’t love him like I did, couldn’t care for him like I did. They’d ruin him, wouldn’t understand his soft nature, wouldn’t protect him like I could.

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*Today*

I used to think it was enough, you know? That I could keep him in our little world, safe and secure. But the older he got, the more he’d started asking about things he didn’t need to know. Love, dating, relationships. It was like a sickness spreading in him, and every time he’d bring it up, it would make my blood boil.

I couldn't bear the thought of him looking at anyone else with that wide-eyed innocence he gave me. His curiosity about love and sex disgusted me—not because of what he wanted to know, but because it meant he was drifting, inching toward a world I hadn’t created for him.

So I made a decision. If he was going to learn, it would be through me, only me. I would be the one to show him, to guide him, to answer every question he had. I wanted to be his entire world, his only teacher. I would make sure his eyes wouldn’t stray to anyone else, that he’d stay here, bound to me, until I was all he knew."