My Army Wife, My Idol Life

Taekook

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING! SMUT! SEX! It's happening, don't say I didn't warn you!

"What are you waiting for? Come on, I'll help!" Taehyung hurried him as his hands went straight for his belt. Jungkook flinched away from him, grabbing his side as he groaned.

"Baby, stop moving, here," Taehyung grabbed his belt and began removing it. "Let me do it so you don't hurt yourself." Jungkook pushed his hand away, "That won't be necessary."
Taehyung slapped at his hand and continued, not bothering to look up, "Are you going to make me hurt you again?" Jungkook rolled his eyes as he turned his head away from him, dropping his hands to his side.

At any other point in time, Jungkook was sure he could take him out in less than a second, but with these wounds there was no way. He thought back to the movies he had watched where the main character flipped, kicked, and punched their way to freedom after having been shot, stabbed, etc.

Fucking movies.

He stood there as this total stranger pulled his clothes off and demanded that he lay on the bed while he went to get the "special things" he bought for the occasion.

Jungkook had been eyeing a knife on the dresser and this was his chance to get it, probably his only chance to survive.

As quietly as he could, he got up and grabbed the knife and hid it under the pillow, laying down as if nothing had happened.

The man walked back in and sat down on the bed, looking at him. "She messed our marriage up and I was never able to get you a ring, so I got you one yesterday." He pulled out a simple silver ring and showed him the inscribing on the inside. Jungkook read it out loud, "Taekook?"

"I saw a long time ago that a lot of Army ship us together, that's what they call us. I even got a tattoo with it on my chest." He pulled his shirt up and showed him the tattoo right over his heart.

"They call us Vkook too, but I like Taekook better." He explained.

He gently slipped the ring on Jungkook's finger and leaned in to give him a kiss, forcing his tongue in his mouth. He tried to play along, but only barely reciprocated the kiss as he tried to think of a plan.

"I am going to make love to you now." The man said as he stood up and started taking off his clothes. Jungkook's eyes widened and he quickly turned his head as he showed himself to him.

"Roll over, Kookie." He whispered, running his hand along his inner thigh.

Jungkook rolled over as he was told and started to panic, still not sure of the right time to try and use the knife. He couldn't allow this to happen but he couldn't just rush into it and screw it up, he knew he couldn't fight the man in his current condition. He focused on his breathing as his medicine mixed with the alcohol had fully kicked in and drowsiness threatened to overcome him.

No, not right now. Just fight it a little longer.

The man crawled on top of him and he tensed up, thinking of whatever he could do to buy some time. "WAIT!"

The man stopped, "What is it Jungkookie?"

"Uh, can I have you first? I-I've always wanted to do this."
He hoped he would buy his story as he held onto the knife under the pillow.

"You want to fuck me, Kookie?" The man's eyes lit up, "I guess I can let you give it a try." He raised up off of him and laid down on his stomach. Jungkook, muscles weak from drowsiness and pain, raised up and hovered over him, still not completely convinced he could pull this off while being intoxicated, but he knew it was his only chance and it was either now or possibly get stabbed by the man as he violated him.

He hovered over him, wincing as he laid himself against the man's entrance as he quickly slid the knife out from under the pillow.

He grabbed the man by his hair and pushed his body down further onto him, holding him still with everything he had, the pain in his torso and arm excruciating as he pulled his head back. His heart thudded against the man's body as everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

"What are you doing?" The man pretending to be Taehyung questioned, the innocence in his voice ringing in Jungkook's ears. Guilt washed over him again as he lost his nerve. This was a human being that laid under him, a real life that he was about to take. Did he really deserve to lose his life over a mental condition? Couldn't he just talk to him and get him some help?

"Kookie, don't make me reprimand you like I did when you ran off last time."

Reprimand. The word seemed to echoe in Jungkook's head. Not reprimanded, violated. Stabbed. He twisted the knife into his arm as if it had been a game, a smile upon his face the entire time.

Jungkook was no god, and he wasn't trying to play one either, but this man certainly thought of himself that way. He was trying to take away someone's husband, someone's father, and a son. He couldn't let him take him away from them.

"I'm sorry." Before the man could react he swung the knife around and quickly slit his throat, blood pouring from the opening and pooling on the sheets below him. He grabbed his throat as he gagged and choked, unable to make out any words. Jungkook rolled off of him and laid up against the headboard, his eyes unfocused as his hand trembled, still clinging onto the knife.

The man fell off the other side of the bed as he flailed around, the sound of gurgling and his palms smacking at the hard floor, traumatizing Jungkook instantly and forever as he curled into a ball and wished for a simpler time when his mother would rock him gently to sleep as she sang a lullaby. He dropped the knife, rocking back and forth as tears streamed down his cheeks, replaying his mother's singing in his head while the man's last moments finally came to an end.

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"No, it w-wasn't him." Jungkook sobbed as he sat on the hard exam table in fresh bandages, "Green eyes."

The police officer questioning him nodded, "I understand, don't worry, we will get you back to your family in a few moments, thank you for your time."

Jungkook slipped his shirt on haphazardly as his phone started to ring. He slumped his shoulders, the ringing seemingly causing him to feel further exhausted. He whined as it continued to ring, he just didn't want to talk, rather he couldn't talk, and he only hoped no one would ask questions for a while once he returned home.

So, I don't think I am very good at this, if you were able to read this, please let me know how I did! And thanks for reading!