His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

Chapter 2🔞

The sleek black car cruised down the empty highway, its tinted windows shielding the passengers from the outside world. Jeon Jungkook sat behind the wheel, his gaze focused yet wickedly amused. A smirk played on his lips as he glanced over at the young man seated beside him, who stared out the window, his expression unreadable. Jungkook was intrigued—no, more than that, something about V's presence sparked an unfamiliar excitement in him. This one was different, and he planned to test every limit.

"What's your real name?" Jungkook finally broke the silence, his tone laced with a mocking edge.

V didn't turn from the window, barely acknowledging the question. "Why would I tell you that?"

A dark chuckle escaped Jungkook's lips. "Because I own you now, baby."

"Is that so?" V's voice was laced with defiance, his tone steady. He turned his gaze to Jungkook, his eyes sharp and defiant. "Then I suppose you purchased me under my name tag. Go with that—V."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed slightly, impressed by V's fearless response. "If it were anyone else speaking to me like that, they'd already be dead."

V smirked, unbothered. "And yet, here I am. Alive and breathing."

"That's because I have other plans for you, baby," Jungkook retorted, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Until you're ready to reveal that name of yours, I'll stick with calling you 'baby.' It suits you, don't you think?"

V's smirk didn't waver. "Tell me, why would someone like you need a toy to play with? Or am I just your dirty little secret, hidden away from your wife or girlfriend?"

"Oh, don't worry," Jungkook replied with a low, sinister laugh. "There's no one to hide you from. No wife, no girlfriend, and no one waiting for me at home. You'll have the pleasure of being with me... at my house as my property." His words hung in the air, a mixture of threat and promise.

V kept his gaze locked on Jungkook, trying to read past the arrogance. "What kind of twisted game are you planning to play, then?"

Jungkook chuckled, the sound deep and unsettling. "Why do I need toys? You really want to know?" He looked sideways, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he watched for V's reaction.

V's gaze was steady, daring. "Enlighten me."

Jungkook leaned closer, voice dropping to a low murmur. "To help me... unwind. I don't do attachments. But I have my needs." He let his words hang, the weight of his intentions unmistakable. "Anger. Frustration. Ego. All of it, baby. I will take it all out on my toys, like a child does. And when I need to send a message or get information, my toys come in handy. They're my tools, my puppets. Understand?"

V's expression didn't falter, though a glimmer of something unreadable passed over his eyes. "So, are you planning to share me too?"

Jungkook's smirk turned into a full, arrogant smile, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. "I haven't decided yet. Depends if I find you useful enough. Let's just say, I like to break in my toys myself before I share them."

The words were casual, but his gaze was piercing, challenging V to flinch. But V didn't. He simply tilted his head, looking back with an intensity that matched Jungkook's own.

"Well, then," V finally replied, voice calm but laced with venom, "I hope you're prepared, Mr. Jeon. I'm not as easy to break as the rest of your little toys."

For a second, a spark of something darker flickered across Jungkook's face—a mix of curiosity and thrill. "We'll see about that," he said softly, his smirk returning. "I'm more persistent than you think, baby. I always get what I want."