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The room was cloaked in silence, the only sound the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall. The air was thick with unspoken tension, as Jungkook stood stiffly by the large window, his arms crossed over his chest. The sprawling city lights stretched out below, twinkling like stars in a sea of darkness. He barely registered the breathtaking view; his mind was consumed by the weight of the forced marriage that had occurred only hours earlier.
Behind him, Taehyung leaned casually against the edge of the bed, his sharp suit replaced by a simple black shirt and slacks. The contrast between his relaxed demeanor and the cold, calculating look in his eyes sent a shiver down Jungkook’s spine.
“Are you going to stand there all night?” Taehyung’s deep voice broke the silence, laced with an edge of mockery.
Jungkook didn’t respond, his gaze fixed firmly on the glass. His hands trembled slightly, but he clenched them into fists, willing himself not to show any weakness.
Taehyung pushed off the bed, his movements slow and deliberate as he crossed the room toward Jungkook. “This is our wedding night, Jungkook. It’s customary for a husband and wife to... get acquainted.”
The venom in Taehyung’s tone was unmistakable, and Jungkook finally turned to face him, his jaw set and his eyes blazing with defiance. “Don’t you dare call me that,” he snapped. “This—whatever this is—isn’t a marriage. It’s a deal, and we both know it.”
Taehyung smirked, his gaze dark and unrelenting. “You’re right,” he said, his voice low. “It’s a deal. And you’d do well to remember your end of it.”
Jungkook’s heart pounded as Taehyung stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking until he could feel the heat radiating off the other man. He refused to back down, even as his pulse quickened with a mix of fear and anger.
“I agreed to sign your stupid papers,” Jungkook said through gritted teeth. “But that doesn’t mean you own me.”
Taehyung’s smirk widened, but there was no humor in it. “You’re mistaken,” he said, his voice a deadly whisper. “The moment you signed those papers, you became mine. Whether you like it or not.”
Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat as Taehyung reached out, his hand gripping Jungkook’s chin with surprising gentleness. His dark eyes bore into Jungkook’s, and for a moment, the room seemed to shrink around them.
“You can hate me all you want,” Taehyung continued, his tone almost taunting. “But you will play your part, Jungkook. And if you try to run, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Jungkook wrenched his face away, his eyes burning with unshed tears of frustration and rage. “Why me?” he demanded, his voice shaking. “Why did you choose me for this twisted game?”
Taehyung’s expression darkened, and for a fleeting moment, something that looked like pain flickered across his face. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by the cold, impenetrable mask he wore so well.
“That’s none of your concern,” he said, his tone final. “Now, go to bed. You’ll need your rest.”
Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, but the look in Taehyung’s eyes silenced him. Without another word, he turned and climbed into the massive bed, keeping as much distance as possible between himself and the man who now held his life in his hands.
Taehyung didn’t follow. Instead, he moved to the bar in the corner of the room, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He stood there for a long time, staring out the window, his back to Jungkook.
Jungkook watched him silently, his chest aching with a mix of anger, fear, and a strange, unnameable sadness. He didn’t know what the future held, but one thing was certain: this was only the beginning of the nightmare.
And as the rain continued to fall outside, Jungkook lay awake in the darkness, wondering how he had become a prisoner in his own life.
The hours crept by, the silence in the room broken only by the occasional clink of ice in Taehyung’s whiskey glass. Jungkook lay on the edge of the bed, his body rigid and his mind racing with thoughts of escape. His eyes were fixed on the shadows that danced across the ceiling, his breathing shallow as he tried to ignore the overwhelming presence of the man who now controlled his every move.
Taehyung finally spoke, his voice low and cold. “Do you hate me, Jungkook?”
Jungkook didn’t respond, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Taehyung turned, his silhouette sharp against the dim light from the city outside. “Answer me,” he demanded, his tone edged with something dangerous.
Jungkook sat up abruptly, his patience snapping like a brittle thread. “Of course, I hate you!” he shouted, his voice trembling with rage. “You destroyed my life! You forced me into this... this hell, and for what? To prove a point? To satisfy your sick need for control?”
Taehyung took a slow step forward, his expression unreadable. “You think this is about control?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
Jungkook’s laughter was bitter, a sound that echoed in the vast room. “Isn’t it? You’re a monster, Taehyung. You don’t care about anyone but yourself.”
Something in Taehyung’s eyes flickered, a flash of raw emotion that disappeared almost instantly. He closed the distance between them in an instant, his hand gripping Jungkook’s wrist tightly enough to make him wince.
“Careful,” Taehyung murmured, his tone laced with warning. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”
Jungkook yanked his arm away, his heart pounding as he glared up at Taehyung. “And I don’t want to,” he spat. “Whatever your reasons are, they don’t justify what you’ve done to me.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the air between them crackling with tension. Then, to Jungkook’s shock, Taehyung’s lips curled into a humorless smile.
“You think I enjoy this?” Taehyung said, his voice dripping with bitterness. “You think I wanted this?” He took a step back, his hand raking through his dark hair as he let out a sharp, mirthless laugh. “You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed, Jungkook. No idea what I’ve lost.”
Jungkook’s anger faltered, confusion creeping into his expression. “Then why?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “Why force me into this? Why drag me into your mess?”
Taehyung’s gaze darkened, and he turned away, his shoulders tense. “Because I had no choice,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
The vulnerability in his words caught Jungkook off guard, but he quickly shoved the feeling aside. “There’s always a choice,” he muttered.
Taehyung didn’t respond, his silence more telling than any words he could have spoken.
The night stretched on, the weight of their unspoken emotions pressing down on both of them. Jungkook eventually lay back down, exhaustion overtaking his anger. He turned his back to Taehyung, closing his eyes and willing himself to sleep.
But as the hours passed and the city began to stir with the first signs of dawn, Jungkook remained awake, the ache in his chest growing heavier with each passing moment.
In the corner of the room, Taehyung sat in the shadows, his head in his hands. And for the first time, Jungkook wondered if the man who had taken everything from him was as broken as he was.
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