Dreadful Night ||Taehyung ff||(FT : JJK)

Chapter 8 : Slap your husband

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A/n's POV

Y/N tore open the tea packet, a crazed look in her eyes, and shoved a large handful of tea leaves into her mouth. Jungkook chuckled, his face lit up with amusement as he mocked her, "Oh-ho, look at you! Enjoying the tea raw, huh?"

Lisa watched in shock and disbelief as Y/N continued to stuff tea leaves into her mouth, while Taehyung stood frozen, looking helpless and tormented. Lisa couldn't stand seeing her sister like this. Without sparing another thought, she rushed over, yanking the packet from Y/N's hands, scattering tea leaves all over the floor as she frantically wiped her sister's face.

"Stop it, Y/N! Please, stop!" Lisa's voice cracked, filled with desperation. But Y/N, as if in a trance, only glanced at her with distant, hollow eyes. She dropped to the floor, now scooping up the scattered tea leaves and eating them straight from the ground.

"Aish, Y/N!" Jungkook laughed, mocking her further, "What are you doing eating from the floor? Take them from the packet, idiot!"

Following his cruel command, Y/N grabbed another fistful of tea leaves from the packet, stuffing them into her mouth until she began to choke, her eyes watering. Jungkook chuckled, watching her with twisted delight. Taehyung, who'd been holding himself back, couldn't take it any longer. He seized the packet from her hands, desperately trying to clear her mouth, his fingers reaching inside to pull out the tea leaves.

But Jungkook's voice cut through, amused and taunting, "Y/N, slap your husband. Do it!"

And, as if possessed, Y/N's hand moved before she even realized, delivering a sharp slap across Taehyung's cheek. The sound echoed across the room, thunder roaring in the background as if the heavens themselves were angry. Jungkook grinned, covering his mouth in mocking glee, while Lisa froze, horrified, a glass of water in her hand. Taehyung's face burned from the sting, and he looked away, his cheek red. The color drained from Y/N's face, realization sinking in, her gaze widening in terror at what she had done. Taehyung's eyes met hers, pained, as a tear slipped down his cheek, and Y/N's heart clenched, guilt and despair consuming her.

Jungkook only chuckled, enjoying the scene like a cruel spectator, mocking Taehyung with a glint in his eye. "Oho! Looks like the wife packs a punch!"

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The rain beat down heavily outside, thunder cracking as the tense scene inside unfolded. Taehyung and Lisa stood helpless, watching as Y/N, on her knees, massaged Jungkook's feet. He lounged on the sofa like a king, enjoying the torment he was causing.

Taehyung's heart clenched painfully at the scene before him. The girl he once cherished and protected was now being humiliated right before his eyes, forced into a position no one should ever endure. Jungkook's mocking tone sliced through the tension in the room as he casually gave her orders, making her relive every second of this degrading moment.

"Aahh, wait, wait," Jungkook said, wincing slightly. "A little to the left. Yeah, there, careful, don't press there. I got hurt because of your husband," he sneered, clearly enjoying the torture he was inflicting.

Taehyung's fists clenched, his knuckles turning white, fury boiling under his skin. Jungkook glanced at him with mock innocence. "What is this Taehyung? You pulled me so hard that I ended up hurting my leg. Whatever so what were we talking about, Y/N?" he sneered.