"Think of it like this, doll. You are mine, and I have to make sure you can never run away."
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There's no escape from his 𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉.
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Top: Taehyung
Bottom: Jeongguk
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Jeongguk was jolted awake by a knock at the door. He groaned in frustration, burying his face deeper into the pillow, silently willing whoever it was to just go away. But the knock came again—louder this time, more insistent.
He cursed under his breath, cracking one eye open. What time was it? Who the hell was knocking? And why did it sound like they were waiting for his permission to enter? He frowned, still half-asleep.
Jeongguk didn't know what else to say, so he mumbled groggily, "Uhm... come in?"
The door creaked open, revealing a man who stepped inside without hesitation. "Take a shower and come out," he said curtly, holding out a neatly folded set of clothes.
Jeongguk sat up with a groan, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he cursed under his breath. He took the clothes without a word, dragging himself out of bed. His body ached all over, but the soreness in his lower half was impossible to ignore. Each step toward the bathroom sent a dull reminder through his muscles, and then the memories of last night came flooding back.
Kim Taehyung.
Yeah, he'd fucked—no, gotten fucked by—that fucker. Jeongguk's jaw clenched as he scowled at the thought, his body betraying him again with the throbbing pain as a constant reminder.
Stripping off his clothes, he stepped under the shower, letting the hot water scald his skin. It stung at first, but soon it eased his muscles, offering a reprieve from the tension coiled within him.
Jeongguk's movements were slow, almost mechanical. Last night, he hadn't even bothered to shower properly, collapsing straight onto the mattress after discarding the ruined sheets. That asshole had drained him—physically and mentally.
At least he had the decency to leave right after. Small mercies.
Once Jeongguk was done, he turned off the shower and toweled himself dry, slipping into the plain tee and trousers the man had brought him.
Stepping out of the bathroom, he froze.
The door to his room was open.
He frowned, narrowing his eyes. Had the man forgotten to close it? Or was it left open on purpose? The thought set him on edge.
Taking slow, cautious steps toward the door, he peered out. The hallway was empty. No sign of the man who had delivered his clothes. No one else, either.
Jeongguk stepped out, his bare feet silent against the floor. His eyes darted around, scanning the corridor for any sign of movement, but it was eerily quiet. His memory of the layout wasn't perfect, but he remembered the way to the elevator.
