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Ignoring

Author's POV

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The room was dimly lit—just the amber glow of the lamp casting golden shadows on their skin. Jungkook stood by the window, arms crossed over his chest, his lips bitten raw from nervous chewing. He wore one of Taehyung’s oversized black silk shirts, the hem barely brushing past his thighs. Taehyung watched him from the doorway, slow steps echoing with that deliberate, dominant energy only he could carry.

“You’ve been acting up,” Taehyung said coolly, his voice deep and calm—dangerously calm.

Jungkook turned, eyes wide. “I didn’t—”

“Don’t lie.” Taehyung cut him off with a single look, the type that pinned Jungkook to the spot. “Ignoring my messages. Leaving my calls on read. That little brat attitude of yours...” He walked forward, circling Jungkook like a predator. “You think I wouldn’t notice?”

Jungkook swallowed thickly, his body reacting before his mind could—shoulders tensing, thighs pressing together, heat pooling low in his stomach. “I wasn’t... trying to make you mad.”

“But you did.” Taehyung tilted Jungkook’s chin up, forcing him to meet his eyes. “So now I have to remind you how to behave.”

And Jungkook? He didn’t protest. He didn’t run. He leaned into the touch, soft breath escaping his lips like a silent please. That’s all it took.

“Kneel.”

Jungkook dropped immediately.

Taehyung smirked , dragging a finger down the side of Jungkook’s face, admiring how quickly the younger unraveled under the smallest command. “You look better like this—on your knees, eyes waiting for my cock, mouth shut unless I say otherwise.” He slid his thumb between Jungkook’s lips, letting him suck on it with slow, obedient desperation. “So obedient now... where was this earlier, hm?”

Jungkook whimpered around his thumb, eyes pleading. He loved this. The control. The praise hidden beneath the punishment. The way Taehyung’s voice alone made him wet, his cunt throbbing for taehyung's dick.

“You like when I take away your choices, don’t you?” Taehyung whispered, now crouched in front of him. “You want me to make you forget how to think,You want me to fuck u senseless untill u forget everything and remember only my name and my cock in ur little pussy.”

Jungkook nodded, cheeks flushed.

“Good,” Taehyung murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Because tonight, you don’t need to think. Just feel.”

He stood again, towering above Jungkook, and when he spoke next, it was darker, rougher, dripping with promise. “Crawl to the bed. And wait for me—hands behind your back, eyes down. If you move before I touch you...” He leaned in close, lips brushing Jungkook’s ear. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

Jungkook gasped softly, already trembling—and obeyed without hesitation.

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Jungkook was on the bed exactly as instructed—hands behind his back, eyes lowered, thighs trembling with anticipation. The silence was heavy, electric, the kind that wrapped around his lungs and made it hard to breathe. And then came the sound of Taehyung’s belt sliding through the loops of his pants. Slow. Deliberate. Like a countdown.

Jungkook bit his lip, barely holding still.

Taehyung approached like a storm, and before Jungkook could blink, strong hands yanked him forward, onto all fours. A sharp slap to his thigh made him cry out—more in shock than pain—but it sent a wave of heat rushing down his spine.