His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

Chapter 5

SELF-HARMING IS MENTIONED. DON'T DO IT< WE CAN ALWAYS GET HELP! ALWAYS>

When Jeon dropped Taehyung back at his home, Jin was already waiting for him. Jin had witnessed many of Jeon's possessions before—people who, after experiencing Jeon's true face, would cry themselves to sleep, broken in ways they could never recover from. 

Jeon never let anyone leave without breaking them first, pushing them to a point where they couldn't even recognise themselves anymore. But from the moment Jin saw Taehyung walking around the house in the morning, something told him this boy was different. 

There was something special about him, something Jeon couldn't break. And that worried Jin, especially now that Jeon had taken Taehyung outside.

When Taehyung finally returned, unharmed, Jin's worry eased, but the concern still lingered in his eyes.

"Did Jeon do something to you?" Jin asked, his voice filled with both worry and curiosity.

Taehyung glanced at him, eyes sharp but calm. "If he did, would you be able to go against him?" he asked, his voice cold yet questioning.

Jin fell silent, his head shaking slowly. He couldn't deny the reality of Jeon's power or the sense of helplessness he often felt. "No," Jin finally admitted.

Taehyung nodded, his expression softening. "I know. But don't worry. He didn't do anything to me. He can't. Because deep down, he's soft. I know it. And he cares about you, Jin."

Jin's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and uncertainty crossing his features. "I know he cares... even if he doesn't show it. He ensures I eat; Namjoon stays close and looks after my well-being. But he'll never admit it. He doesn't know what love is, Tae. He was never loved. That's what turned him into the Jeon we know now."

Taehyung looked at him, his gaze piercing but understanding. "Have you ever felt loved, Jin, by anyone other than Namjoon-ssi?"

Jin hesitated, his emotions swirling in his chest. "I don't know... maybe I have, because I feel all these emotions inside me, but they are buried somewhere inside my brain. It's hard to say."

Taehyung smiled faintly, sensing the weight of Jin's words. "Good," he said quietly. "Jeon never hurt any toy he bought here before. He really likes to do it in a hard way; not everybody can take it, but I can," he added before turning away. 

"May I know your name? I don't like the initial—every possession Jeon has had was labelled with some initials, but they all had names too." Jin said fast; his eyes were hopeful.

Tae looked at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

"You can call me Jin Hyung too. And don't think of yourself as just a possession. I know Jeon owns you, but that doesn't mean you're just his toy." He tried to cover the words he spilt unconsciously. 

Taehyung smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You can call me Tae, then. And I'm not just a possession, Hyung. Jeon owns me, yes, and I like to call myself his toy, but that deal will stay within us. I am his toy, only his, and I will make sure of it," he said, his voice playful but edged with something darker, before turning and walking towards his room.

Jin chuckled softly. "Make sure to move into his room soon, Tae. Let the boy taste love," he said with a smile, but there was no response from Taehyung.

In his room, Taehyung stood by the window, looking out at the high walls and guards walking along the perimeter. He felt strangely relieved, a weight lifting from his shoulders. Now, for the first time in years, he had all the answers. His brother, Jin, was safe.