Stepbrother's Obsession

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Inside the bedroom, Jungkook sits on the bed, crying softly and praying for a miracle. His small body trembles in fear as he waits for Sang-woo to come in and give his punishment.

A few moments later, the door opens, and Sang-woo walks in, a stern expression on his face. He locks the door behind him and approaches the bed, his gaze fixed on the young boy.

"You know why I have to do this, don't you?" Sang-woo says, his voice cold and emotionless. "You broke the rules, and now you have to face the consequences."

Jungkook nods weakly, his tears still flowing freely. He knows that he has no choice but to submit to Sang-woo's punishment.

Sang-woo walks closer, stopping right in front of the bed. He looks down at the boy, his eyes unwavering.

"Stand up," he barks, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Jungkook, scared and shaking, obeys the command and stands up, his eyes cast down towards the floor.

"Come here," Sang-woo says, beckoning with his finger. "Over here, on your knees."

Jungkook obeys once again, swallowing his sobs as he crawls on his knees towards Sang-woo, his head still bowed in submission.

Sang-woo looks down at the boy, satisfied with his obedience. He reaches out and grips the boy's chin, forcing him to look up.

"You've been a bad boy, haven't you?" Sang-woo says, his voice mocking. "You broke the rules and called that random number."

Jungkook nods, his eyes still filled with tears. He knows that he has made a terrible mistake and is about to pay the price for it.

"And you know what happens to bad boys, right?" Sang-woo continues, his grip on the boy's chin tightening. "They get punished."

With a quick movement, Sang-woo stands abruptly, causing jungkook to stumble off the bed and fall onto the floor. The boy lets out a small cry as he hits the ground, his eyes filled with fear and pain.

Sang-woo took a deep breath and pulled Jungkook's pants down. Jungkook's face flushed with embarrassment.

"No, ...D-daddy.., please!" Jungkook begged, trying to cover himself.

Sang-woo's hand cracked against Jungkook's bum, the sound echoing through the room. Jungkook yelped, pain and shame washing over him.

"This will teach you to obey," Sang-woo hissed, his voice firm but controlled.

Jungkook sobbed, feeling hurt and humiliated. He couldn't understand why his father was so angry.

Sang-woo spanked Jungkook several times, each strike stinging and leaving red marks. Jungkook's tears flowed freely, mixing with sniffles.

"Please,... Dadd, stop! I won't ...do it again..., I.. promise! I'll be... good, I swear!" jungkook begged.

"You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me."But Sang-woo just smiled meanly and said

Jungkook's face hurt from crying, and his bottom hurt from the spanking. He felt sad, scared, and alone.

Sang-woo raised his hand again, and Jungkook closed his eyes, thinking he would get spanked again. But instead, Sang-woo slapped Jungkook's face.

Jungkook's eyes opened wide in shock. He couldn't believe his father hit him.

"Don't forget who's in charge here," sang-woo said and then walked out of the room.

The door slammed shut, and Jungkook collapsed onto the bed, crying loudly. He felt unloved and unworthy.

Jungkook slowly sits up, his face still wet with tears. He sniffles and winces, his bottom still tender from the spanking. He carefully pulls up his pants, biting his lip as the fabric brushes against the sensitive red marks on his skin.

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"I don't understand, Namjoon hyung," taehyung says, his voice tight with fear. "I clearly spoke with Jungkook on the phone. I could hear him crying and pleading, asking for help. I just know it was him."

Namjoon is clearly working hard to track something down, his fingers flying over the computer keyboard as he tries to find any information that could help.

"I need you to stay calm, Tae," namjoon says, his eyes not leaving the screen. "I'm trying to find something here, but it takes time. Just give me a few more minutes, okay?"

Taehyung lets out a frustrated sigh, his temper getting the best of him and he starts shouting at Namjoon.
"I CAN'T JUST STAY CALM, NAMJOON! YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND! THAT WAS KOOKIE! I HEARD HIS VOICE, HIS SOBS! HE WAS IN TROUBLE, AND I NEED TO FIND HIM!"

Namjoon slams his fist on the desk, his anger reaching its limit.
"WILL YOU CALM DOWN AND LET ME CONCENTRATE, DAMMIT?! I'M TRYING TO DO MY DAMN JOB! STOP SHOUTING AND BEHAVING LIKE A CHILD!"

Taehyung's eyes widen at Namjoon's sudden outburst, his heart racing with anger and frustration. He clenches his fists, his whole body trembling with pent-up emotions.

"DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" taehyung practically yells. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW WORRIED I AM! THAT WAS KOOKIE ON THE PHONE, I KNOW IT. I NEED TO FIND HIM, NOW!"

"I've spent the last two hours busting my ass trying to find something, anything that can help us here!" namjoon says, his voice sharp and harsh. "But all I have is a random phone number, nothing else! And all you've done is pacing around, yelling at me, and being a complete pain in my ass!"

Namjoon turns back to his computer and starts searching through various databases and websites, his fingers flying over the keyboard. After a few tense moments, he suddenly gasps, his eyes widening as he sees something.

"Wait, wait, wait," namjoon murmurs, his voice laced with urgency. "I think I found something. Taehyung, look at this."

"What is it?" Tae asks, he moves towards Namjoon's computer.

"There was an international call made from a prepaid phone in Paris to your number, just a few hours ago," Namjoon says, pointing at the screen. "I'm not sure if it's related, but it's the only lead we've got so far."

Taehyung's heart skips a beat as he processes Namjoon's words. Paris... That has to be where Jungkook is.

"Paris," Taehyung mutters, more to himself than to Namjoon. "We have to go there. We have to find Kookie."

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To be continue.....