Paint Me | TaeKook

Red - 6

U N E D I T E D. Mianhae.

Warning: This chapter has brief depictions of violence. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.

Flashback, 12 years ago

The room was dark, with only chains rattling and someone whimpering.

"Hyung... please stop this..."another slapping sound echoed harshly in the dark room, ringing too loud in his ears.

Jungkook was sobbing slightly, taking in all the pain caused by his brothers big hand, just like what he always did when he was young. The only difference now is he's naked, and his brother isn't his oh-so-good type of brother anymore.

"Ah!" His brother hits him again, causing him to wince in pain, it had just begun yet he feels that it has been a long time already.

"I told you to count bitch."

It sounded weird but fear and the want to be forgiven for a sin he didn't even do was clouding his mind.

He knows him. The more you insist you don't, the more he'll get angry.

His mind didn't want this, but his body betrays him, every slap of his behind made his c*ck twitch and hard, shame plastered into his whole being.

It shouldn't be like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"F-four..S-sorry hyung, b-but don't call me that.." he pleaded, voice shaking from all the pain, arousal and humiliation.

"You don't like being called bitch? Why when you are one?"

"I'm not, why are you like this hyung?"

"You're talking back to me, huh? I'll show you how to shut up."

Without any notice, he slammed his cock into his hole, making him feel no pleasure, all pain, he felt a warm liquid run down his thighs, making him look down and see drops of blood on the floor, causing him to only sob right then and there, vulnerable, helpless and dirty.

And that night, he was used, bonded in every way his brother can, defiled him and humiliated him with all those words he didn't deserve to hear.

In the end, he lost. He has now a dark past wherein he entered a world with a secret he wish he had no knowledge at all.

But he has to. For Her.

"Since the day that you came until the day that you die, you're mine, wrapped around my little finger, slut."

And when he woke up, he was already in his own bed, and the color that he once loved was now the color he despised the most. Red.

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"Hyung, wanna grab a drink?"

These are the words Taehyung said earlier, and he now he regrets a bit saying those words.

"C'mon Tae, let's dance!" Hoseok cheered "It's not every time my best friend calls me for a drink." He added, yanking his arm, looking tipsy

And he now, he totally regrets it when he called Hoseok over to accompany him. It was supposed to be him that's drunk and all, but his friend over here decides to be drunk for him.

"Later, hyung, after I finish this." He said, pointing to the cocktail he was drinking

"Ay~ you're really no fun, at least you're drinking, that's a good one. See ya later bro." the older male said, entering the swarm of bodies in the dance floor.