考拉|koala°taekook

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If you're sensitive about physical torture, I advice you to skip to the end of this chapter and NOT read the beginning or the middle.

Thnx:)

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Jungkook jostled awake, as a heavy mass cascaded on top of him, pinning him by his arms above his head and the rest of his body under himself.

It was too dark to recognize the anonymous singularity above him, but Jungkook had a pretty good idea who it could be.

“T-Taehyung!? What are y-mmf.”

The rest of his words drowned out as Taehyung cut off his sentence, squashing his lips close with one of his hands.

Leaning down towards the younger boy's ear, he whispered, “Shhh~ Wouldn't want anyone to hear you, now would we?”

Jungkook's spine tingled with tremors at the voice; so demanding, so cold, so scary.

Some of the weight lessened as Taehyung reached behind to presumably pick something up. It seemed as if Jungkook's heart leaped up to his throat as he saw the object in a sudden flash of lightning and thunder; it was a blade.

He squirmed with all the strength he could muster, but it seemed as if Taehyung, fueled by hatred, had acquired newfound strength. Holding both his hands by the wrists in a vicelike grip with one hand, he brought the other, holding the blade, down.

Jungkook couldn't help but scream in pain as the knife pierced his left shoulder, tearing his shirt, digging down into soft flesh and grazing his clavicle.

“AHH! Stop, p-plea- AH!”

Tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes, as Taehyung twisted the blade, erecting another yell.

Jungkook could feel warm liquid spilling out of the wound, leaking down his chest and to the bed sheets. He had never thought he could tremble as much as he was doing now, accompanied by sharp stings and dull throbs of pain emanating from where the blade was still buried to the hilt in his shoulder.

Through his pain induced vision, he heard Taehyung laughing in glee.

“Not so tough now, are you?” He sneered, amusement riddled in with his octave.

Jungkook tried to free his arms again, but failed. Another yell tore through his throat as Taehyung pulled the blade out, the coldness sliding past his skin, hurting as much as it had done when going in.

“Quiet down baby.” Taehyung stroked Jungkook's cheek with his thumb. “Shhh~ everything is alright.”

Grabbing the blade, now coated with a sheen of red, he said, “This is just going to hurt a little, okay?”

The tremors along Jungkook's body increased in intensity.

“N-no, please Taehyung, p-please stop, I-I c-can't-”

“Hey hey hey, shh~ it's alright, calm down.” Taehyung uttered in a calming octave, before plunging the blade into his right arm this time, just above the elbow.

Unimaginable pain travelled throughout Jungkook's whole body, so much, he couldn't even hear himself scream. All he had the ability to feel was pain, so much pain, and he wanted it all to stop, for it all to end, and there was this part of him that knew that no matter what he did, Taehyung would not let him die. He would slowly reduce him to an unrecognizable organism. But kill him? No. He wouldn't.

He wanted to die so bad.

“You're doing so good sweetie.” He heard the faint voice of Taehyung saying.