Paint Me | TaeKook

Red - 9.3

/Guyssssssssss, I'm sorry to update on surprise, this has been stuck for dayd now 😢 Sorry in advance for errors in grammar and stuff. Always remember that I love you guys~

Thank you so much for waiting and enjoy!/

PS. Next chapter will be uploaded ASAP. The magic is coming 😎😉😘💜

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Jungkook was alone in the room, lighting lit subtly. He was standing there, listening to the faint sound of the rain that's falling violently outside and he was itching to walk around and sit on the inviting bed, looking very soft in his eyes.

He looked around, and he has this feeling that there was someone watching him.

There's no one here. Why am I still standing?

So he carefully walked around the room, to the window, peeking in between the blinds, seeing a line of limousines on the plaza, then towards the bed, quietly appreciating the intricate carvings of the bed's headboard, and finally sinking himself in the softness of the bed. He closed his eyes, reminiscing the last time he felt serene.

And the funny thing is he felt it here, in this strange room, wearing a thin garment that leaves nothing to imagination.

Well, this is---what was it? Magic something?

Oh, Magic Shop.

Just the name gives you an idea.

A different one.

He laid flat on the bed, now hearing the faint sound of music booming from the plaza just a floor below where he is, thinking about what happened to him.

After dressing up, his brother picked him up, not looking at him. On the whole car ride, he wasn't talking, which was different from before, for Chansoo always blabbers nonsense and how he was supposed to do to an event, how to act and how to be compliant.

He was a slut, a whore, a faggot and Chansoo made him that way.

He always thought that he was going to escape this, but no, he wasn't and he was fucked and dropped whenever Chansoo had a chance.

Their father never knew any of this, all he knew was he was taken by Chansoo to have some fun and relax and to bond with.

And the money was all taken by him, never even heard anything from him, while he was left all alone in his room, waiting for someone to comfort him, for someone to tell him that it's going to be alright in the end, but no, he made him a dirty being in the eyes of many, especially to himself.

And that was all he only knew. Their father never even bothered to ask what happened after since he trusts them a lot.

Trust.   He sighed at the thought.

He wanted to have a girlfriend, someone he'll love, he'll cuddle, or eventually make love with, but how can he do it when he is the one dominated?

When he can't even trust himself anymore?

He had those thoughts before. But the feeling of being always dominated fascinated him, ignited something inside him and he doesn't want Chansoo to know, he doesn't want to admit either.

He was not even a bit surprised when he saw the place earlier, shining with different lights, people clad in suits, talking about who to fuck like it's the most normal thing in the world. He didn't even mind to complain when he saw the garment he is now wearing earlier, a blood red customized bodysuit that almost leaves nothing to imagination, partnered with a black fishnet and red stilletos, accentuating his pale skin. He sighed a little, seeing how little the coverage was, well, his brother sure loves damn hoes in nothing, he always thought, and went in the bathroom, putting it on, covering it with a long, black coat.