My Tormentor

warmth

The heavy sound of Jungkook’s boots echoed through the cold hallway of the mansion, the walls reverberating with the storm of anger he carried from the office.
He flung open the door to his room, fully intending to slam something break a glass, crush a vase but froze.

There he was.

Taehyung.

Sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, wearing one of oversized shirts that nearly swallowed his petite frame. His delicate fingers played with the hem, head bowed slightly as if afraid to meet Jungkook’s eyes… but not entirely hiding. His gaze lifted soft, unsure, and still a little scared but there was something else too.

A kind of hope.

The shirt collar hung loose, exposing the slender line of his pale neck, and his bare feet curled shyly against the floor. He looked like a porcelain doll breakable, lost… yet waiting.

Jungkook’s heart stuttered.

He didn’t deserve that look.

Not after what he had done. Not after the way he had taken Taehyung, claimed him in fury, hurt him when all he wanted was freedom and gentleness. And yet… here Taehyung was. Still in his room. Still looking at him with something that wasn’t hate.

Jungkook’s fists unclenched slowly.

He stepped closer, and Taehyung flinched ever so slightly. That movement alone stabbed deeper than any bullet ever could.

“Baby butterfly…” Jungkook’s voice dropped, quiet and broken. “You don’t have to look at me like that anymore.”

Taehyung didn’t respond at first. His hands were trembling slightly, but he didn’t run. Didn’t shrink away. His eyes just searched Jungkook’s  trying to understand the change in the man who once shattered him.

Jungkook moved closer, knelt on the floor before him, pressing his forehead to Taehyung’s knees. “I had a bad day, sweetheart. Everything outside feels like war… I just wanted to come here and rest. Only here. With you.”

Taehyung blinked, lips parting.
“With… m..me?”

Jungkook nodded, wrapping his arms gently around Taehyung’s waist, burying his face against the soft fabric. “You’re the only thing that calms me now, love. The only peace I have left.”

The air was still for a moment.

Then, slowly, unsurely, Taehyung lifted his hand… and stroked Jungkook’s hair.

It was barely a touch featherlight but it made Jungkook breathe out as if someone had just pulled him from drowning.

“Can you…” he whispered, his voice almost trembling, “Can you put me to sleep tonight, darling?”

Taehyung blinked again, visibly surprised he asked voice barely above a whisper

“You w...want me to”

“Just hold me.” Jungkook's voice cracked. “Just lie beside me and let me forget the world for a while.”

Taehyung stood gently and Jungkook followed, letting the smaller boy lead him to the bed.

They lay down, the world outside fading. Taehyung’s slender arm rested against Jungkook’s chest, uncertain but not unwilling. Jungkook held his hand gently and kissed the back of it, then Taehyung’s forehead.

“You smell like flowers,” he murmured sleepily, pulling the boy closer. “My little baby butterfly…”

Taehyung blinked in surprise again, but when Jungkook’s head buried into his chest with a soft sigh, he didn’t resist.

That night, for the first time in a long time, Jungkook slept calm, breath steady wrapped in the quiet arms of the boy he had once broken… now slowly learning to protect.

And Taehyung, though unsure of what their future held, whispered softly into Jungkook’s hair:

“G...goodnight….”
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The pale morning light slipped in through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the bed where two tangled figures lay one, broad and strong, curled into the warmth of another more delicate and hesitant soul.

Taehyung woke first.

His lashes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the light. For a few moments, he just breathed still, silent, feeling the unfamiliar weight draped over him. Jungkook’s arm was around his waist, heavy and possessive, holding him like he was something precious… not a hostage. Not a revenge piece.

Just… his.

Taehyung turned his face slightly, his breath hitching when he saw Jungkook’s expression.

Gone was the fierce mafia don who ruled with a glare. The man sleeping beside him looked almost young soft lips parted, hair a bit messy from sleep, his brows relaxed. His usual hardness had melted away in sleep’s embrace, and in its place was someone… human.

Vulnerable.

Taehyung blinked.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to feel. This man had ruined him, yet here he was, sleeping in his arms like a lost boy who just wanted to be held.

His hand, almost on its own, rose and brushed a strand of hair from Jungkook’s forehead. The mafia lord stirred.

“Mmm…” a low hum vibrated against Taehyung’s chest, and then those eyes. Half-lidded and still thick with sleep, Jungkook blinked at him like a boy caught dreaming.

“You’re awake,” Taehyung whispered, unsure if he should even be speaking.

Jungkook smiled softly, lazy and affectionate, his voice husky and thick with sleep. “Morning, baby butterfly…”

The nickname made Taehyung blush. He glanced down, chewing on his lower lip.

“You stayed,” Jungkook murmured, pressing his nose to Taehyung’s neck, breathing in his scent. “I thought maybe… it was a dream.”

Taehyung didn’t know what to say. So he didn’t say anything.

But he didn’t pull away either.

“You’re so warm,” Jungkook whispered, his hand sliding up Taehyung’s side in a gentle caress, not lustful… just needy. “I think I forgot what mornings felt like. They were always cold before you.”

“You... had nightmares,” Taehyung said quietly, recalling the way Jungkook had clutched him tighter in the night.

Jungkook froze for a second, then gave a small, embarrassed laugh. “Yeah… they stopped. Because you were there.”

A soft silence filled the room.

Then Jungkook rolled slightly, pulling Taehyung closer until they were chest to chest. He gently cupped the side of Taehyung’s face.

“You’re scared of me,” he whispered, voice raw.

Taehyung’s breath caught. He didn’t answer.

“I deserve it,” Jungkook continued, thumb brushing the curve of Taehyung’s cheek. “But… I want to be someone who makes you feel safe, baby. Even if I don’t deserve that chance.”

Jungkook looked at him for a long moment. Then he smiled, eyes soft, voice like velvet.

“Because even after everything… you looked at me like I could be more than the monster I am.”

He leaned in, slow and cautious, and pressed a featherlight kiss to Taehyung’s forehead.

No demand. No force. Just a quiet promise.

Taehyung’s heart trembled but not from fear this time.

Maybe…

Just maybe…

He wanted to believe.

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