𝗢𝗯𝗲𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗶𝗺 || 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘂•

13 (!!)

Waring: Violence, intimacy
(Skip this chapter of your feel uncomfortable)

After pulling Taehyung into the house, Jungkook locks the doors with a deliberate click, ensuring no escape. His movements are swift and purposeful as he drags Taehyung upstairs into his dimly lit bedroom. Without a word, he shoves him roughly onto the large bed, the force causing the mattress to dip under the weight.

Jungkook climbs on top of him, straddling his body with an intensity that makes the air thick with tension. Slowly, he pulls out a surgical knife from his pocket the blade glinting ominously in the low light. His expression is unreadable, but his actions speak of a purpose that Taehyung can't yet understand.

"W-what are you thinking?" Taehyung stammers, his voice barely above a whisper as he feels his heart pounding uncontrollably in his chest.

"Shall we play a little game?" Jungkook whispers, his voice soft and teasing as he leans closer. His warm breath brushes against Taehyung's cheek, sending a chill of fear through him. Taehyung's heart races, a sense of unease settling in as he feels Jungkook's eyes on him, intense and unreadable.

"Please...stop" Taehyung whispers, his voice barely audible, trembling with desperation. Jungkook's sinister chuckle cuts through the silence, cold and merciless. The blade presses closer, its icy edge grazing Taehyung's fragile neck, drawing a faint line of pain.

"I'll give you two options, you have to choose one" - Jungkook whispers, his voice low and dangerous. With a swift, smooth motion, he sets the knife aside and pins Taehyung's hands above his head, his grip unyielding. Taehyung bites his lip nervously, his body trembling as he nods, completely at the mercy of the monster looming over him. Jungkook smirks seeing Taehyung obeying him like a puppy who'll do whatever his master's asks for.

"Option one," Jungkook begins, his voice rough and laced with malice, "I'll kill you here and now. Slowly, painfully, a death so torturous no one could ever imagine." His dark eyes bore into Taehyung's, feeding on the fear radiating from him, the words hanging heavy in the suffocating air.

"Option two-" Jungkook begins, but Taehyung cuts him off, his voice trembling.

"O-option two," he stammers, desperation dripping from every word, his wide eyes pleading as he clings to the faint hope of mercy.

And, that’s exactly what Jungkook wants. His smirk widens as he releases Taehyung’s hands and rises from atop him with a deliberate ease.

"Desperate, aren’t we? That's what I like about you honey" - Jungkook taunts, his voice dripping with mockery as he strides toward the closet, his movements calm yet predatory.

"You should’ve let me finish," - he continues, his tone teasing yet edged with menace. "You think nothing could be worse than death, don’t you? But death isn't always bad and you might regret for choosing option two."

Taehyung sits up on the bed, rubbing his wrist, which aches from Jungkook's tight grip. His eyes follow Jungkook as he rummages through the closet, his back turned. Seizing the moment, Taehyung quietly grabs the knife Jungkook left beside him, his breath shallow with a mix of fear and determination.

But what he doesn’t realize is that Jungkook is watching him through the mirror, amusement dancing in his dark eyes.

"It’s cute when you try to be cunning," Jungkook mocks, turning to close the closet. He steps closer to the bed, a sinister smirk on his face, a pair of handcuffs in his large hands.

Jungkook opens his other hand in front of Taehyung, gesturing for him to return the knife. Taehyung hesitates, his grip tightening around the handle. Jungkook sighs, his patience wearing thin, and within moments, the sharp sound of a slap echoes through the room.

Taehyung’s head snaps to the side, his cheek burning bright red as he clutches his face in shock and pain. The knife slips from his trembling hand, clattering to the floor.

"I told you before," Jungkook says coldly, his voice low and firm "you don't get to disobey me"

Taehyung sits there, unaware of Jungkook’s true intentions, his gaze fixed downward as tears blur his vision. His chest rises and falls shakily, every breath heavy with dread. Meanwhile, Jungkook bends down, picking up the knife and casually placing it aside.

In one swift motion, he pushes Taehyung back onto the bed, his strength pinning Taehyung down. Taehyung struggles weakly, but Jungkook’s grip is firm as he grabs Taehyung's wrists, tying them securely to the headboard with a roughness that sends a jolt of panic through Taehyung’s body.

"Hyung... please, I beg you," Taehyung mutters, his voice cracking with desperation, the tears streaming down his face.

"Keep begging," Jungkook responds, his tone cruel, "you look pretty when you beg." He smirks, his gaze darkening as he cups Taehyung's face, his intentions clear in the coldness of his touch.

Jungkook stares at Taehyung for a long moment, something dark flickering in his eyes. He feels a twisted satisfaction, watching Taehyung’s tears fall, his vulnerability so beautiful, so fragile beneath him.

"You're so beautiful...more than Soohin," Jungkook murmurs, his voice low and intense. He gently caresses Taehyung's cheek, his touch sending a chill through the younger’s body. Then, without warning, he pulls him into a deep, forceful kiss, making Taehyung’s eyes widen in shock and confusion. As a result, he doesn't kiss back as he needs time to process the fuck going on.

"Kiss me back" Jungkook commands, his voice cold and demanding as he breaks the kiss, his eyes lingering on Taehyung's rosy lips that he just tasted. He is stuck in a twisted desire to ruin those lips, to feel them over and over again. Taehyung's grip tightens on the handcuffs. He is unable to move even if he wants to. All he can do is watching Jungkook leaning closer again with a look filled with lust and longing.

Jungkook kisses Taehyung again, this time rougher and more brutal, his teeth sinking into Taehyung's soft lips making them bleed, forcing a painful demand for Taehyung to kiss him back.

Taehyung hesitates, fear creeping through him but soon he gives up kissing Jungkook back. Not because he wants to but because he is terrified of the consequences of displeasing Jungkook...

The kiss grows intense, one is consumed by lust and desire and the other one is drowned in fear. Jungkook's tongue explores inside Taehyung's mouth demandingly. While, his hands slowly slides down, slipping under the oversized shirt of Taehyung's. He caresses his waist his finger brushing against the smooth skin of Taehyung's stomach making Taehyung's breath shaky with a overwhelming emotion mixed with fear and being desired.

Putting his fear aside, Taehyung breaks the kiss, turning his head away. "Hyung...stop...I...I don’t like men," he whispers, hoping Jungkook will relent, hoping for some mercy.

But instead, Taehyung is met with a dark, mocking laugh from Jungkook. The sound is cold and unsettling, sending a chill through Taehyung’s body as Jungkook’s gaze hardens.

"So was I... until I met you," Jungkook replies with a twisted smirk, his fingers lightly tugging Taehyung's bangs, pushing them behind his ear. His touch is soft, almost affectionate, but the darkness in his eyes betrays the true intent behind it.

Jungkook leans forward his breath hot against Taehyung's ear as he nibbles softly on his earlobe. "I'll make you like men...no" he paused and look straight into Taehyung's eyes "I'll make you like me...only me, just like I do." - his voice drip with possessiveness, the words sending a wave of nervousness and confusion through Taehyung, trapped in his grip....

"I'll show you what it's like to be desired by me," Jungkook continues, his voice low and possessive. "How I’m better than Soohin, how I can make you scream my name, how I can worship every inch of you like no one ever did. And in the end, you'll listen to me, like the obedient pet you are."

He grabs Taehyung's nape, forcing him to meet his fierce gaze, the intensity in his eyes unwavering as he leans in, his grip tightening, making Taehyung feel the weight of his words.....