Upbringing🌹Taekook🌹

04

Jungkook sat at the desk drawing, he no longer kept a diary, he had nothing he wanted to write about. Jungkook's life grew more and more boring each day, spending more than two weeks alone; secluded, safe, and pampered. Not to mention Jungkook hadn't seen Taehyung since that first night making his head fill with questions.

Jungkook raised his arms to the sky and groaned as his spine popped in a satisfying sequence. He looked down to the now finished drawing, it was a forest scene with a cleared opening. He just slid it into the desk drawer and pushed against the table sliding back.

Jungkook grimaced as he stepped onto the cold tile floor of the bathroom. He turned the warm dial of the spotless porcelain sink and pushed his lead smudged hands under the water. Drawing gives him something to do to pass the days.

Jungkook was wearing the sweatpants that he pealed off the floor to the side of his bed this morning, a grey pair that were just barely too small. He stared at his exposed chest that he didn't care enough to cover up. Lately Jungkook had been staring at his body often, always overcome with confusion and pride?, no longer pure hate.

The dull red marks that riddle his body signify one night of excruciating pain and one beautiful, innocent smile, no longer years of hate for his existence. His muscles signify his growth, his body that is no longer malnourished and on the verge of breaking. Jungkook's body is no longer a shrine of his parents neglect and abuse and that makes him feel free, even strong at times.

Jungkook leaned his head out of the bathroom as he heard the door to his room unlock, he quickly turned and eyed the clock in the corner. It was already 8:53, dinner had long passed and unscheduled visits had never happened before.

Jungkook trotted over as he noticed the old man walk through the door. "Where's Taerang" he asked eyeing the unknown girl that came in after his friend. The man was silent, "what's wrong Haru," Jungkook asked his face contorting in worry.

Jungkook's mind wandered and came to one conclusion 'ah, something bad is gonna happen again.' Taerang had given in and became Jungkook's friend after a bit of protesting and Jungkook knew the only reason he wouldn't be here is if knew he would be leading him to torture.

"If you would please follow me" Haru said, his voice was cold, distant and it was apparent he knew exactly what was soon to happen. "Yea," Jungkook answered back his voice was small but held resolve.

They quickly entered the semi familiar room, the menacing tools that lined the walls were hard to forget but Jungkook had only been here once before. Haru had instructed the girl to wait outside as he passed through the threshold. "Strip." Jungkook blinked twice and his eyes widened, reluctantly he slid off his pants then boxers, cupping his privates so Haru didn't have to see.

The hollow foot steps that rang out came to a stop and Jungkook who was watching his friend circle around him could only see darkness. Fear finally overcame Jungkook as Haru's final words before he left reached his ears, "be strong."

Jungkook's ears rang as he stood in silence the cold caressing his naked body. Despite having only been standing around for about ten minutes he felt as if an hour could have gone by. The silence was disturbed by the sound of the door handle turning and the door being swung open.

Jungkook dry swallowed and tensed up, his arms hung dead at his sides as he waited for something to happen, anything to happen. A chill ran through his body as Jungkook felt a warm finger trail along his chest. "Such a pretty color" Taehyung said his voice was mellow with a hint of happiness.

Jungkook turned to look at Taehyung who was now behind him holding the blindfold that used to be tied around his head. He was beautiful, as always, Jungkook could have easily fought back when Taehyung grabbed his hand but he didn't, instead he relished in the warmth as he was pulled up to a big cross.

Taehyung pushed Jungkook's back up against the cold wood, he grabbed his wrist and gently tied it into the leather cuff. Jungkook wiggled his wrist, he wanted to run so bad, but he was smarter than that. He knew from the drive over that this 'fortress' would be hard to escape, large house, huge yard, tall gate and miles from any type of civilization.

Instead, Jungkook wanted to stay on the good side of his captors, he stood doing nothing as his feet were fastened. He could finally relax a bit as the wood behind him warmed up, stealing the warmth of his body.

Taehyung had a bit of trouble fastening Jungkook's other hand, leaning forward to get a better look at where the hole to fasten it was. Jungkook became intoxicated, it's not like he was trying to smell Taehyung but the smell of rose and Cologne mixed together wafted strongly from him.

Taehyung bounced back and looked at Jungkook all strapped up before trotting over to a wall of whips. Jungkook watched his back as he walked, his urge to cover himself up was strong. Taehyung scanned the top row stopping about halfway down, he grabbed a black whip of the wall, a cat o' nine tails. The tassels were of medium size and swayed menacingly with each step of the foot and swing of the arm.

Jungkook and Taehyung made eye contact for a minute but Jungkook looked away, he didn't want to see his smile. Jungkook grunted as the cold whip thrashed against his chest. Again and again the sound of leather thudding against skin rang out, the pain built up as the same spot was repeatedly struck.

Jungkook wanted to cry but didn't, instead he just bit down on his lip, he didn't want to show weakness. He tensed up,closed his eyes, and whined out just slightly each time the whip hit.

The room was fairly silent, the only noise was that, that was made by the two boys, a rhythmic thud and a whine or grunt every couple of seconds. That's why it was easy for Jungkook to hear the sound of the whip dropping to the floor. He opened his eyes in surprise and looked to Taehyung confused, he was pissed.

Jungkook began breathing hard, not knowing why Taehyung was so mad or what was going to happen next. He shriveled back as Taehyung reached towards him but all he did was slid his finger across his chin. Jungkook began to try and say 'what' but Taehyung just quickly turned around and left the room.

Jungkook just hung there wondering why Taehyung got so mad all of a sudden but even more why he looked sad as he turned to leave, what did I do?

His thoughts were disrupted by his friend, "Haru" he said, his voice low and emotional. The old man slowly approached, avoiding looking directly at Jungkook till he was close enough to unlatch him.

"Thanks" Jungkook said rubbing his wrist, heading to the bathroom to check the damage done. He brought his finger up to his lip, blood trailed down and was smudged across his chin.

"Do you need help" a girl said from the door startling Jungkook out of his thoughts of Taehyung. "No, I'm, I'm fine" Jungkook said before turning on the water and splashing a handful on his face. He spent the rest of the night  trying to figure out why, why did Taehyung get so mad, why did he suddenly leave, why did he look sad.