WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

twenty eight.

jungkook's pov

i didn't make it in time.

by the time i ran to campus, everyone had already left. making me curse loudly as i made my way to taehyung's classroom.

my breathing was heavy as panic settled in when i heard a familiar scream,

"s-stop! let go! -dont touch me!"

my eyes widened as i heard his desperate screams, i ran, practically throwing the door open as i watched the scene unfold before me.

kisoo had a crying taehyung's back pressed against his front as he held his hips with a tight grip.

i watched as taehyung struggled to get out of his hold, trying to pry his wandering fingers away. his shirt lightly lifted to reveal his beautiful stomach.

"stop! p-please-j-jungkook!" taehyung sobbed, partially in relief at seeing me burst through the door.

"ah! jungkook! good seeing you bro! it was about time." kisoo smirked at me as he held my world in his hands.

"jungkook! don't come close! please." taehyung cried, making me pause to look at him through my anger.

"h-he has a knife."

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omg. honestly... im pretty fucking terrified.