purpleleaves -ao3
"You're mine." Jeongguk breathes into the side of Taehyung's neck, fingers padding over the base of his throat.
"I know, sweetheart." Taehyung whispers, kissing the corner of his mouth.
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Jeongguk twirls the hilt of the knife between his fingers and stares at the man tied up in front of him. He has a prominent bead of sweat forming at his forehead, the rest of his body drenched in water and his own blood. His eyes are unnervingly still, yet his biceps strain from how his hands are bounded tight behind his back.
"This is getting boring."
Yoongi and the man in the chair look over at Jeongguk as he massages his temples to ease the tension in his body. He sighs, walking across the floor to disperse some of his energy.
"Talk, Sungmin. Or this is getting more painful for you."
The guy strapped to the chair, Sungmin, doesn't move a muscle. He just continues to stare at Jeongguk, almost unmoving. His eyes are sharp yet his stance suffering; the only way Jeongguk knows he's alive is the subtle rise of his chest and the slow yet constant blinking. He's losing blood rapidly but still refuses to open his mouth to say a word. Like he's trying his hardest to get on Jeongguk's nerves.
Sungmin hasn't said shit and Jeongguk's patience is running thin.
"Listen–" Jeongguk starts, walking forward and revelling in the way Sungmin involuntarily flinches. He likes the power, funnily enough. The warehouse is dark bar for the singular light situated above them. They've been here for days now, surely Sungmin was tired of his own inability to crack.
"Boss." A voice echoes from the entrance of the warehouse, firm but still duteous. Jeongguk turns around to see Jimin at the door, a phone stretched out in his hand. There's illuminating lights shining from outside the building, casting a shadow on his subordinates face.
Jeongguk knows who it is without having to ask. Jimin was told not to disturb him for anyone else.
Jeongguk looks back at Sungmin for a moment, the expression on his face getting under his skin, pissing him off. Sungmin's been especially tight-lipped all day, not to mention the entire week he's been here. Sure, people do not normally love to chat when they find themselves in these situations, but Jeongguk didn't fucking care. He needed Sungmin to spill his intel, he was at the end of his tether. He knows Sungmin has something, he's just refusing to speak. Jeongguk steps forward and flips the knife between his fingers again, this time slamming the blade down into Sungmin's thigh. It pierces through the flesh with ease, blood spurting out almost instantaneously. It's a flesh wound just missing an artery.
"Keep him occupied," Jeongguk says to Yoongi as Sungmin leans forward and groans, straining against his tied limbs.
Jeongguk walks away from the centre of the warehouse and walks towards Jimin, casually wiping the blood off the back of his hand with a napkin. Once he's done with it he throws it on the ground.
"Is it him?"
Jimin gives a small nod and places the phone in Jeongguk's grip, stepping aside to let him pass through the entrance. Jeongguk places a few feet between himself and the warehouse before he puts the phone to his ear.
"Baby?"
There's a pause for a moment before Taehyung's voice floods through the receiver.
"Jeongguk? I miss you."
A sharp sting erupts in Jeongguk's chest, nestling into the centre of his body and prickling all over his skin. He tries to tamper down his body language for his own sake.
