vkook oneshots

t w e n t y - o n e

selfish to the core
(continuation of seventeen)
!yandere taehyung, manipulation, torture!

third person pov
the weeks of taehyungs presence seemed to fly by. weeks of jungkook suffering, weeks of wanting to die, and weeks of wanting nothing more than to hug yoongi.

he knew that what yoongi did was incredibly wrong. and he'd never forgive him for cheating, but right now seeing what taehyung put yoongi through was horrible.

“rise and shine my handsome man!” taehyung slowly walked down the steps with a tray of food in hand. the tray carried eggs, bacon, sausage, orange juice, and water.

at the very least jungkook was fed well, unlike yoongi. he could feel said boy rub at his legs, looking up at him. “i know angel, we're gonna get out of here soon.” he whispered sweetly to yoongi.

he could tell yoongi was smiling through the way his little eyes squinted and his cheeks rose. taehyung set the tray down and put his hands on his small hips.

“what'd you just tell him?” he spoke in a calm manner. jungkook looked down, he needed to make up a lie and quick. “um, just how much of a whore he is.” taehyung giggled, mhm! he said happily.

“open up baby!” jungkook complied. what the fuck was the point in even denying anymore? he was hungry, he was weak, and he was sad. at least he could eat good.

as soon as he took a bite of his eggs, he couldn't help but look down at yoongi.  taehyung noticed this, “should i feed the little tramp?” he purposely dropped a small serving of egg.

yoongi scrambled to eat it, he was so hungry. he whined when he'd ate it all, earning a kick from his abductor. “dont complain, anyways, ive got plans for you today pretty.”

he set the tray on jungkooks lap, putting straws into his beverages so he could eat and drink.

taehyung began setting up what looked like a torture area. it had 2 hand areas where he would hang in front of jungkook. long metal tools and belts began to be displayed in front of them.

taehyung grabbed yoongis hands and set them into the hand slots, muffled screams and cries could be heard. jungkook could do nothing but watch in horror.

taehyung snatched the mask off of yoongis face. screams erupted, fear evident in his voice. taehyung grabbed a paddle and a belt. looking at jungkook he put on a smile.

“which one should i hit him with husband?” jungkooks face dropped, “w-what?”

taehyung smiled, "you heard me, which one?”

jungkook began to sweat, how could he choose? yoongi was the man he loved and now taehyung expected him to decide what his method of torture would be.

jungkook remained silent. the expression on taehyungs face began to become angry, “jungkook if you don't choose within the next 5 seconds im gonna hit him with both”

jungkook croaked out a sound of hesitation. taehyung scoffed, “fine.”

hits began raining down on yoongis body, his screams of agony caused jungkook to close his eyes, in consequence taehyung hit harder.

the abuse on yoongi lasted 12 minutes. when taehyung decided he was finished yoongis body was covered in welps, bruises, blood, and a nasty mix of red and purple.

yoongi screamed so loud that his voice was gone, so only sobs could be heard. a tear was seen in jungkooks eye, this was all his fault. he couldn't choose and now yoongi was subject to the angry wrath of taehyung.

taehyungs face began to look worried as he walked to jungkook and wiped his tears, “dont cry honey, everything will be okay. i wont hit you i promise.”

taehyung kissed jungkooks lips and smiled, putting his tongue against his lips. jungkook wouldn't cooperate simply sitting with his eyes wide open.

“now tell me you love me.” taehyung grinned cheekily while looking at yoongi. jungkook feared that if he didn't, his boyfriend would be hurt. “i love you”

through the corner of his eye he could see yoongi look down in shame. taehyung praised him, rubbing his hair.

“good boy, you're mine forever”, he grabbed his jaw roughly, “dont you forget it.”