Hyungie plaything {Jikook}

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My belly's been a bit upset with gas trouble these past few days, but I still managed to edit 3k words! Hehe, guess I'm a little warrior after all!
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"Before you even took your first breath, my body was already screaming for you, demanding you."

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Under the damn shimmering moonlight, the pond sparkled like a freakin’ disco ball, casting some weird glow over the place as Taehyung slouched against the rough tree trunk.

He crossed his arms tight and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to shake off the tension floating around.

A cool breeze rustled the leaves, bringing the earthy stink of damp soil mixed with ash from the ritual hall, a serious reminder of their messed-up plans for the night. He barely noticed Jungkook stomping toward him until the guy was right in his face.

Jungkook strutted up, holding two damn round plates with crimson coverings that looked like they were ready to come alive. He walked with an air of confidence, his expression calm, but there was an undeniable vibe of danger, like a predator playing with its meal.

“You took your sweet time,” Taehyung said, breaking the silence. His voice was teasing as he straightened up, sizing Jungkook up. “Were you flirting with death in there, or just enjoying the damn show?”

Jungkook shot him a smirk, setting the plates down on a nearby rock with a thud that echoed in the quiet. He casually ran his fingers over the fabric. “Theatrics, always. You know me, love a good fucking show.”

Curiosity nagged at Taehyung, so he stepped closer, inspecting the plates like they contained top-secret information. “Is that for him?”

“Who else would it be for?” Jungkook replied with that smug grin of his.

Taehyung felt a knot in his stomach tighten. “You’re really going through with this. Using Jimin as a pawn to lure the Sylvorth… It feels messed up.” He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep it together.

Jungkook moved in closer, the air between them thickening as they locked eyes. “He’s not a pawn. He’s everything. You think I’d take that risk if I had a damn choice?”

Taehyung’s frustration boiled over. "And yet you're about to toss him in front of demons who'd fuck him, ruin him, and watch him bleed out." He sighed, rubbing his forehead like he was trying to ease a headache.

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, the kind that said he wasn’t taking any shit. “They won’t touch him. They wouldn’t dare. Not while I’m standing between them and him.” He stepped in closer, confidence rolling off him in waves.

Taehyung hesitated, his heart pounding, despite trying to keep his cool. “You’re acting like you’re invincible. But you’re not. The sun turns you to ash if you hang around too long. You need souls to survive, guilt, darkness, whatever to feed your curse. What happens when you can’t keep yourself going anymore?” He paced a little, agitated, like a caged animal.

Jungkook’s smirk faded a bit, exposing a vulnerable side. “Do you think I don’t know what’s at stake? My existence is tied to his since before he even drew breath.” He took a breath, leaning in like he was sharing a secret. “I felt his heartbeat before it existed. Do you get what that means?”

Taehyung’s breath caught for a second but he quickly masked it with a scoff. “Soul ties are a dangerous game, man. You’re bound to him, but it’s also your biggest weakness. You could have killed him years ago and freed yourself. So why the hell didn’t you?”