His Madly Obsession

9- Time isn't on our hand, baby. We have a mission to complete!

In PARIS
At 6:15 am

As morning dawned, the ethereal light of the sun slowly emerged from its hiding place, casting a warm glow on the previously dark landscape. The morning darkness gradually receded, replaced by a soft radiance that seemed to bring the atmosphere to life. A gentle breeze caressed the air, carrying the sweet scent of morning blooms and stirring the curtains on the open balcony. The soft fabric swayed gracefully in the breeze's embrace, as if dancing to an unheard melody. With a soothing touch, the breeze explored every corner of the room, bringing a sense of serenity and tranquility before gently exiting, leaving behind a refreshed and invigorated space.

Taehyung sat serenely, gazing at the peaceful form of Jungkook, who slumbered gracefully on his lap. His fingers tracing gentle paths through Jungkook's long hair, softly caressing the strands and tenderly tucking them behind his ears. Taehyung's other hand was cradled in Jungkook's embrace, their hands intertwined as Jungkook hugged them close to his chest. Taehyung's eyes were fixed intently on Jungkook's face, his expression calm and serene. As the breeze whispered through his hair, it danced across his forehead, lending an ethereal quality to his features. However, as last night's conversation echoed in his mind, Jungkook's words resonated within him, stirring a sudden tension. Taehyung's eyes flashed with a hint of intensity as he drew a deep breath, his fist clenching sharply in response.

.....

"Sorry".....

"My punishment for you will be no mercy this time, Jungkook... but for now, sleep."

As Jungkook heard the words, he gazed up at Taehyung, his eyes locking onto the elder's with an enigmatic expression. Taehyung's palm cradled Jungkook's cheek, his thumb tracing gentle paths along the pale skin. The touch was both rough and gentle, as if Taehyung was struggling to convey a complex mix of emotions.

Jk- Isn't, You're the only one who has the right to punish me, (Jungkook asked, his words hanging in the air, his eyes remained fixed on Taehyung's, his gaze searching for answers, as the elder's fingers continued to caress his cheeks with a tender intensity. As Taehyung's gaze narrowed in question.) Tiger... I'm... I'm only your slut, not anyone else's. I'm only your whore, not anyone else's. I'm only yours... aren't I?

Jungkook's relentless questioning ignited a fire within Taehyung, his anger simmering like a cauldron about to boil over. Yet, despite the turmoil brewing inside, Taehyung's exterior remained stoic, his only response a curt nod. His fists clenched, the tension radiating from his body, but his voice remained eerily silent, as if the words were trapped, unable to escape the prison of his clenched jaw.

"So, you won't let anyone touch me, you won't allow others to disrespect me, only you will have control over me... isn't that right?" (His words out, his gaze piercing as he waited for Taehyung's response. But Taehyung remained silent, his expression unreadable, his only acknowledgement a subtle nod.)

"Of course, you're the only man who's touched me. Since I turned 16, no one else has laid a hand on me. Only you. I've only slept with you, no one else. Only you have wreck me, no one else. So why... why is everyone saying I've slept with others? Isn't it enough that they've already made me into what I am now? Isn't it enough that they've already hurt me so much? Why, Tiger? Why are they still manipulating my mind? I wasn't strong enough to resist... please, V, do something. Please, you have to do something."

"Please, Taehyung, you have to do something to escape me from this vortex of thoughts. My mind is stuck in this endless loop, and I can't break free. I'm suffocating under the weight of these whispers, these lies, these accusations. You're the only one who can silence them, who can quiet the storm in my head. Please, V, I'm begging you, do something to make my mind stop racing, to make the noise stop, to make me whole again."