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Mature content alert!!1!

I'll try to kinda NOT describe it much but meh

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One Hour Earlier

The air around Jungkook's bare skin felt stifling. With his back pressed down on corrugated sheets smothering the soft mattress, his breath coming out in fleeting, shuddered gasps, his mind unable to form much of a coherent conviction.

The gasps escalated to a tempestuous level as the sensation of touch along his body larghetto ascended. His breath cut off as lips connected with his, moving in sync, while riveted fingers grasped at his hips, caressing the substratum of his thighs. An imperceptible sough escaped the incarcerates of his mouth, as he felt a congenial weight settle in between his limbs, constricting the flow of air even more, causing bona fide heat waves to travel along his quavering skin.

Twin sensations of sybaritism and twinge travelled up his spine, making him witness alluring stars. It was the concoction of raw emotions really, that caused his breath to hitch frenziedly, head tilted back as the mentalities swirled together to form an innuendo of scattered sensations.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

And it would have been continued to be.

If only the latter had acquired some sort of control over his own temptations, and not let them run free.

The first symptom Jungkook noticed was a sudden violent tremble travelling down the spine from where he had his fingers pressed. Discarding it as simply a side effect of the physical exertion, he paid it no heed.

However, he couldn't help but frown in discomfort as the older's measured breathing developed to raspy pants of hot air that hit his neck rapidly, accompanied by several violent quakes, much more that were needed.

Panic settled in at the base of his stomach as he caught a glimpse of Taehyung's eyes, dark and malevolent under the shadows of the damp locks cascading down his forehead. He had only witnessed that look once before, and that, when he was being slashed to pieces with an envelope opener.

The sense of dread heightened as agonizing pinches blossomed along his neck, sharp teeth marking their way down. Jungkook couldn't help but erect a yell when a particularly painful bite along his sensitive clavicle was delivered.

Primarily pleasurable, now torturous spasms wracked his body, increasing at an alarming rate as the latter also heightened his pace.

Throughout the ordeal, Jungkook couldn't comprehend any sort of coherent thought as his breath was stolen within an inch of his life, manipulated, and stuffed back in roughly without any ounce of sympathy.

And it wouldn't finish, just wouldn't come to an end.

Alas, when the latter had had his fill of malevolent satisfaction, and rolled off the younger boy's wrecked body, Jungkook couldn't even lift one muscle.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, running in steady streams down his cheeks, dampening the already damp sheets.

He felt betrayed. Betrayed that Taehyung would do something like this. He felt betrayed that even after handing him such a big part of his heart, Taehyung didn't have any sort of self control. He thought that his love could overpower the evil.

But he had been completely wrong hadn't he?

“Hey, why are you crying?” muttered a soft voice from beside him, fingers coming over to gently caress his cheek.

The fear and hopelessness was replaced by utter repulsion as Jungkook pushed the hand away, finding enough strength to lift himself.

“Why am I crying? Why am I crying!? Are you fucking kidding me!?” He couldn't hold in the anger any longer.

Taehyung frowned in confusion and opened his mouth to speak.

“Oh God, you don't even remember do you!?” Jungkook felt his body shaking, but this time entirely from malice.

“Look at me! Look at what you did!”

Taehyung's eyes roamed over his bare chest, widening slightly.

“You raped me, Taehyung. You raped me and don't even have a clue. Do you see how pathetically hopeless your situation is!?”

Jungkook didn't know how he did it, but in some way, he managed to pull on his discarded clothes lying on the floor.

“I can't do this anymore.”

Tears flowed down his cheeks, rage, pain, disbelief, and melancholy all rolled into one.

“That's it. I-I'm leaving.”

At those words, all the colour drained out of Taehyung's face and Jungkook felt so bad, so horrible to be doing this, but he was so scared, so terribly terrified, he couldn't stand to be around the latter anymore.

“J-Jungkook...” Taehyung choked out, taking a step in the younger boy's direction. “...please-”

Jungkook felt his heart breaking in half.

“No! Don't come near me! You utter...” His eyes flashed red as he delivered the next word.

“You utter monster!”

Voicing those words, it seemed as if Taehyung transformed into a mannequin, the only sign of life being the droplets cascading down his cheeks.

All Jungkook felt like doing was going up to him, wiping his tears away and saying that he forgave him.

But there was this part of him, the part throbbing and bleeding under his shirt and neck, that still pulsated anger and gave him enough strength to leave.

And leave, he did.

A/N; the worst Christmas present in the history of Christmas presents

also, yes, that was smut, and yes, i tried to censor it the best i could

bai guys ily