LOVE TURNED INTO HATE//Taekook ]vkook/ Taekookie

PART 47

"ASK HENRY IF HIS THROATS STILL HURTS!.

JEON FUCKING JUNGKOOK! Taehyung shouted.

Yes, that's my name, baby boy!

Taehyung's eyes flashed with anger "What did you do to Henry?" he spat, his voice low and menacing. Jungkook's laughter echoed through the phone, making Taehyung's skin crawl. "Oh, Henry's fine... for now," Jungkook said, his voice dripping with malice. "But you... you're going to have to see me, baby boy. Soon."

Your crazy, Taehyung says.

Jungkook replied, I'm crazy for you.

"You're sick, Jungkook," Taehyung spat, trying to keep his voice steady. Jungkook's laughter echoed through the phone again, sending chills down Taehyung's spine. "We'll see about that, baby boy," Jungkook whispered, his voice low and menacing. "I'll be waiting for you." And with that, the line went dead.

Taehyung stood frozen, his heart racing as he stared at the phone in his hand. The silence was oppressive, and he could feel Jungkook's menacing presence lingering in the air. Suddenly, Vkookie's soft whimpering broke the spell, and Taehyung's instincts kicked in. He scooped up his son and held him close, trying to comfort him as he struggled to process the ominous threat that still echoed in his mind. He took his phone and dialed Henry's number.

The phone rang several times before Henry's groggy voice answered, "Hello?" Taehyung's voice was laced with concern as he asked, "Henry, what happened? Jungkook just called me and mentioned something about your throat hurting." There was a pause on the other end of the line before Henry replied, his voice hesitant and laced with a hint of fear. He's sick, Henry replied.

Taehyung's grip on the phone tightened. "What did he do to you, Henry?" he demanded, his voice low and urgent. Henry's hesitant pause sent a chill down Taehyung's spine. "Henry, tell me," Taehyung pressed, his anxiety spiking.

FLASHBACK.

After Jungkook celebrating his victory, he noticed Henry was alone, "Hi, where's Taehyung?" Jungkook asked, and Henry replied, "He went back home." Then Jungkook asked, "Can you give me his number?" Henry said, "No."

"Come on, I just want to talk to him," Jungkook said, his eyes locked on Henry's.

Henry raised an eyebrow, clearly uninterested in helping Jungkook. "No," he said flatly, his arms crossed over his chest.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. He didn't have time for this. He needed to talk to Taehyung, and he needed to talk to him now.

"Look, Henry, I don't know what your problem is, but I need to speak with Taehyung," Jungkook said, his voice low and even. "Can you please just give me his number or tell me where I can find him?"

Henry shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm not going to help you, Jungkook. You're just going to have to leave him alone."

Jungkook's eyes flashed with anger, but he kept his cool. He knew that losing his temper wouldn't get him anywhere. Instead, he took a deep breath and tried again.

"Please, Henry. I just need to talk to him. I promise I won't hurt him," Jungkook said, his voice sincere.

But Henry just laughed, a cold, hard sound. "You promise? You're the last person I'd believe, Jungkook."

Jungkook's eyes flashed with anger, and before Henry could react, Jungkook's hands shot out and wrapped around Henry's throat. Henry's eyes widened in shock as Jungkook's grip tightened.

"You're going to tell me where he is," Jungkook growled, his voice low and menacing. "You're going to tell me right now."

Henry struggled against Jungkook's grip, but Jungkook held firm. He could feel Henry's pulse racing beneath his fingers, and he knew he had him right where he wanted him.