𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 || 𝐕𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

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“Let's go,” Jungkook’s voice was low, steady, and menacing. “I can't wait any longer.”

Taehyung barely had time to register what was happening before he was lifted off the ground, his body pressed against Jungkook’s chest in an almost suffocating embrace.

“Jungkook!” Taehyung gasped, his breath catching in his throat as he flailed helplessly. But Jungkook’s grip was unyielding, his hold on Taehyung firm and possessive. He didn’t even flinch when Taehyung kicked and screamed, his panic escalating with every passing second.

“You’re not going anywhere, Taehyung,” Jungkook growled, his voice tinged with cold amusement. “Not until you’ve proven to me exactly where your loyalty lies.”

Taehyung tried to twist in his arms, desperate to escape, but Jungkook’s hold was ironclad. He could feel the terrifying heat radiating from Jungkook’s chest, could hear the slow, deliberate rhythm of his breathing as he walked them toward their room.

“Let me go!” Taehyung screamed, but his words were lost in the sound of his own frantic heartbeat. He pounded against Jungkook’s chest with his fists, but the man didn’t flinch, didn’t even seem to notice. Instead, Jungkook simply tightened his hold, his expression unbothered.

“You can scream all you want, it won’t make a difference. ” Jungkook murmured into Taehyung’s ear, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure. “Fuck, I can't wait to fill you up again.”

“No, no!” Taehyung cried, his heart thudding painfully in his chest as he struggled. He kicked out with his legs, trying to break free, but it was futile. “Please! Don’t do this! I’ll do anything, just don’t—"

“You’ll do way more than ‘anything,’” Jungkook interrupted, his voice cold and unwavering. “You’ll prove yourself to me. And you will never forget your place.” Jungkook kicked the door shut behind them once they entered the room, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing through the silence of the room.

“Please,” Taehyung pleaded, his voice small and fragile as he squirmed in Jungkook’s arms. “Please, let me go. I can’t... I can’t do this.”

Jungkook didn’t respond, his face unreadable as he gently set Taehyung down on his feet, but his hands never left Taehyung’s shoulders, holding him in place. The cold, psychotic gleam in Jungkook’s eyes never wavered as he guided Taehyung to the center of the room.

“On your knees,” Jungkook ordered, his voice flat and commanding.

Taehyung’s stomach twisted with dread as he dropped to his knees, the floor cold beneath him, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up. His body trembled uncontrollably, his mind racing with panic and desperation. He felt sick, the weight of his submission pressing down on him like an unbearable weight. But he had no choice. There was no escape from Jungkook.

Jungkook remained standing, towering over him with an air of cold authority. His gaze was unwavering, his eyes narrowed as they studied Taehyung’s fragile form. The silence between them was deafening, broken only by Taehyung’s labored breathing.

“Do you understand what this means, Taehyung?” Jungkook’s voice was a low, dangerous whisper.

"N-no," Taehyung whispered, shaking his head furiously, his voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Please, Jungkook... don't. I can't... I won't do this."

Jungkook’s expression remained cold, unfeeling. He didn’t pause, didn’t flinch at the rejection. Instead, he stepped closer, his dark eyes burning with an unsettling calm. “You think you can refuse me, Taehyung?” His voice was dangerously soft, the edges of it like a razor's blade. "You think you have a choice?"

"I... I won't do it," he muttered, his voice barely audible, choked by fear. "Please... please don’t make me."

Jungkook sighed, his patience wearing thin. He leaned back, releasing a long, exasperated breath before sitting down on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving Taehyung.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice low and filled with menace. “I guess poor Yoongi and Bogum will be missing a limb the next time you see them,” Jungkook said with a chilling smile. “As for Jimin... I wonder how long it will take for him to realize that his precious mate is slipping away from him. Maybe I’ll pay him a visit too. Let’s see if he can handle seeing his lover like this.”

Taehyung’s legs shook, and his body screamed to run, but the words from Jungkook froze him in place. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. Jungkook leaned forward slightly, his lips curling into a cruel smile, voice thick with venom.

“Your hole or your mouth?” His eyes bore into Taehyung’s with a chilling finality. “What’s it going to be?”

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