"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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"But what exactly happened in your room?"
Jimin's voice broke the silence, cutting cleanly through the soft clink of utensils and the faint hum of the house.
Jeongguk's foot, which had been tapping anxiously against the floor, stilled. His body froze as if caught off guard. Slowly, he looked up from his untouched plate, his gaze meeting Jimin's curious but cautious eyes from across the dining table.
It was only the second time Jeongguk had been in the dining room, but the first time he'd ventured out of his room since the chaos of the previous day. His night had been a torment of restless tossing and turning, haunted by the image of his parents' faces. The vivid nightmares replayed relentlessly, each one dragging him back into the horrors he couldn't escape.
That morning, Jimin had knocked on his door, insistently calling him to breakfast. Reluctantly, Jeongguk had followed, his legs heavy, his head pounding.
The scene had been eerily similar to the day before—Jimin, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon seated around the table. Jeongguk had felt a small sense of relief when he noticed Taehyung wasn't there, his absence the only thing allowing him to stomach sitting there at all.
Now, the others had long since dispersed, leaving only Jimin and Jeongguk in the large, unnervingly quiet dining room.
At Jimin's question, Jeongguk's fingers tightened imperceptibly around the edge of the table. He glanced down at the plate in front of him—food he hadn't touched and probably wouldn't.
"I put a gun to his head," he admitted, his voice low but steady.
The sound of Jimin's fork clattering onto the plate made Jeongguk wince.
"What?" Jimin's voice was a mix of disbelief and shock. His eyes widened as he leaned forward. "Are you serious? Please tell me you're joking."
Jeongguk shook his head silently, the weight of his actions settling heavier in his chest with each second.
Jimin stared at him, his mouth agape. "Where the hell did you even get a gun?"
"He forgot to take it back," Jeongguk replied, his tone clipped. He cleared his throat before adding, "The night we... you know." He didn't need to say it; the implication hung in the air like an unspoken truth.
Jimin's expression shifted to a grimace, but curiosity got the better of him. "Okay, so you had the gun. Then what happened?"
"I threatened him," Jeongguk said, his fingers curling into fists under the table. "I told him I'd shoot him. He didn't take me seriously. He provoked me, so I..." He trailed off, exhaling shakily.
