His Dearest Weapon┃Taekook

Chapter 22 | Bound To Him

Taehyung, November 14, 1985, Royal Palace of Azura

As soon as those words reached my ears, it felt like the entire world was collapsing around me. A chilling sensation ensued, causing beads of sweat to trickle down my back and sending shivers through my body.

I got caught! Fucking hell. He's gonna kill me.

"Why don't you turn around, dear?" Jungkook says—no, orders— and I do. 

I have to kill him.

Now!

I lunge forward, aiming for his chest, but within seconds, I'm pinned against the wall with the dagger forcefully driven into the concrete next to me. As I struggle against his hold, a wicked smirk curls on Jungkook's lips, his voice dripping with confidence as he taunts, "You actually thought you could end me as easily as that?" Jungkook smirks as he leans in closer.

Too close.

"H-how?" I mutter, my voice laced with disbelief.

"I am not an idiot," Jungkook chuckles softly, the corners of his lips twitching with amusement. "Why do you think I survived all this time despite the odds stacked against me? It's because I'm not easily outsmarted."

It's over. Its all over. I let down the whole kingdom. "Kill me," I whisper. "Kill me now."

"Kill you? Why would I do that?" Jungkook questions as he lifts my chin for me to look him in the eye. "I wouldn't dare kill such a pretty little wife without having the chance to play with him."

"I don't want to be your fucking wife! "The only reason I married you was to end your wretched existence, you vile creature! There's no purpose left in my life now. Just end me," I implore, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Jungkook stares at me for a long moment before responding, "Well, I suppose I'll be married to a lifeless form then. I will not kill you. There's many other ways to torture instead."

"No, p-please. Just kill me, I can't — c-can't live like this! I can't stay married to you!" I stammer out.

"Would you like to use the bathroom before I decide what I'm going to do with you?" Jungkook utters, ignoring my pleas, his cold eyes devoid of any compassion or mercy.

"I want to di—ahh!" My voice cuts off as Jungkook grabs my wrists and drags me toward the bed. He throws me onto the bed with a force that steals my breath, my wrists quickly ensnared and bound within his iron grasp, a sensation of helplessness washing over me as I realize the extent of my vulnerability in this moment. His imposing figure looms over me, casting a shadow that promises nothing but darkness and dread.

"Your life is mine. I own you," Jungkook growls. He lets go of my wrists and gets up. "Move a single inch and I'll do worse than I've planned." Jungkook gets off the bed, leaving me confused and scared. He opens a cabinet and pulls out something. I squint to see what they are and gasp in shock.

Chains.

Heavy, metal chains.

Like the ones in the cell.

"Gonna tie you to bed, dear," Jungkook smirks as he walks closer to me, the clanking of the metal echoing throughout the room. Panic racks my body as Jungkook abruptly leans above me and ties the chains to the headboard. 

My heart beats rapidly as I wait for what he's going to do. "Put your hands above your head," Jungkook demands but I don't move. "Stubborn little thing." Jungkook grabs my arms and yanks them above my head.

"Let go of me, you psycho!" I yell, my voice tinged with fear and desperation, but Jungkook's focus remains unwavering as he meticulously binds my wrists to the chains with practiced precision, each click of the cold metal serving as a grim reminder.

"Let go of you?" Jungkook repeats, chuckling. "Not anytime soon, dear." He straightens up and looks down at me. "There we go. All chained up to my bed."

A low ache radiates through my body from the pull of the chains. My body was arched upward. "Are you just going to leave me here?"

"Yes, of course," Jungkook replies. "I'm just so terrified you'll kill me in my sleep so I'll leave you like this." HIs voice was laced with sarcasm. He isn't scared I'll kill him.

He just wants me to be in pain.

"I can't even change out of this fucking shit?" I spit out.

"Language, dear," Jungkook tuts. "And I'll change you, if you'd like."

"No thank you," I mutter as I close my eyes to prevent myself from crying. Why the fuck did I get myself into this mess?

"Suit yourself," Jungkook shrugs as he starts to slip off attire. My eyes widen and I divert my gaze. 

"Why are you undressing?" I nervously inquire, my voice betraying me. 

"To sleep of course," Jungkook replies and then smirks. "What were you thinking, huh?"

With my cheeks tinted red, I reply, "Fuck off."

"This new habit of cussing in front of me just won't do," Jungkook utters and then suddenly strides close to me and lifts my chin up so that I meet his gaze. "Will you kindly not curse at me or do I need to fuck some manners into you?"

A gasp leaves my mouth, my eyes watering. "You bastard," I mutter under my breath. "How dare you say that to me?"

"I can dare to do many other things, too," Jungkook murmurs, his shameless gaze roaming around my face. "Would you like to find out?"

"Please," I whisper, "Just shut up."

"I think I might need to follow through with my warning," Jungkook says, his words coming out as a low growl. As he rises to his feet, the clear expanse of his legs captures my gaze, enhanced by the moonlight bathing his pale skin in a soft glow. Draped in only a thin, white shirt that offers no concealment, the undone buttons reveal his well-defined torso. "Like what you see?"

"I despise it," I mumble. "Can you tie me up somewhere else?"

"Why is that?" Jungkook asks.

"I don't want to be on the same bed as you," I reply. 

"I'm hurt," Jungkook mocks, "You won't even sleep on the same bed of your beloved husband on your wedding night? What a shame."

"You're not my husband," I retort.

"It hasn't even been a day and you're already refusing to acknowledge me as your husband?" Jungkook grins. "Would you like me to show you how a husband treats his partner on their first night? Maybe then you'll remember."

"No," I snap. "Stop it."

"Who's your husband, then, dear?" Jungkook says as he leans in close. "Tell me and I'll let you sleep peacefully."

"You," I yell. "It's you! Now, can you leave me alone."

"Thank you," Jungkook smirks. He walks over to the other side of the bed and slips beneath the silk duvet. He then brings the duvet up to my waist. "You sure you don't want me to take your clothes off? I promise I won't try anything."

"Fu—n-no," I stammer. 

"Good night, my dear wife," Jungkook whispers, turning his body to the other side, his back facing me.

I can see his scars.

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