His TOY (a Taekook 🔞fiction)

Chapter 18

The atmosphere outside was heavy with silence, save for the faint rustling of leaves in the wind. Taehyung sat cross-legged on Jeon's oversized couch, his sharp eyes never leaving the man who stood by the window. 

Jeon's shoulders were tense, his jaw set as he gazed out into the dark.

Taehyung decided it was time to break the ice. "You know, I feel like I've unlocked a secret achievement," he said, his tone light.

Jeon turned his head slightly but didn't speak.

"You know, getting to know your name," Taehyung continued, leaning back against the cushions.

Taehyung cleared his throat. "So... Jungkook, huh?" he said, letting the name roll off his tongue with exaggerated familiarity.

Jeon turned, his eyes narrowing slightly, but there was a flicker of amusement beneath the irritation. "Don't push it, Taehyung."

"Why not?" Taehyung tilted his head, feigning a pout. "I think it's cute. A little too soft for the broody Jeon, but it works."

"Taehyung." Jeon's tone was a warning, but it lacked real bite.

Taehyung smirked, leaning back into the couch dramatically. "I'm just saying. I feel so special now, knowing the infamous Jeon's real name. Jungkook. It's cute, like bunny-cute. Suits you."

"Don't." Jeon's voice was firm, but there was no real heat in it.

"What? You're letting me call you Jungkook now. That means something, right?" Taehyung smirked but then let the expression fade, his voice softening. "It's a part of you. And I want to know all the parts of you."

Jeon stiffened, his fingers twitching slightly. "You're prying, Taehyung."

"Maybe. But it's only fair," Taehyung said, leaning forward. "You already know everything about me. But you... you keep yourself locked away. I want to understand you, Jungkook."

Jeon didn't answer, his gaze drifting back to the window.

"Is it about her? Your mom?" Taehyung asked quietly.

Jeon's posture stiffened further. "Drop it."

"I can't," Taehyung said firmly. "Because I saw how you were affected after seeing her. And I've never seen you like that before. Jungkook? Please."

Jeon's head snapped toward him, his eyes darkening. "Don't."

"Why not? You can trust me. You do trust me, don't you?" Taehyung leaned forward, his voice gentle now. "I just want to understand."

Jeon let out a slow breath, his hands clenching into fists. "I hate her."

Taehyung's eyes widened slightly. "Your mother?"

Jeon nodded, his voice tight. "Not mine but Namjoon's mother."

The weight of the revelation hung in the air, but Taehyung stayed silent, waiting for Jeon to continue.

"She's not a bad person," Jeon began, his voice strained. "She was powerless. My father... he was a monster. He tortured her and controlled every aspect of her life. She couldn't fight back, not even for herself, let alone for us."

Taehyung frowned. "Us?"

"Me and Namjoon," Jeon said, his gaze distant. "As you know Namjoon is my older brother."

Taehyung's heart ached at the bitterness in Jeon's tone. "You're saying she couldn't protect either of you?"

Jeon shook his head, a dry laugh escaping him. "No. So she decided to leave. My father demanded one of his sons stay with him. He said he needed an heir to his empire, and I was the unlucky one."