𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 | 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐅 | ✔

In which he get hurts

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Taehyung burst through the front door, slamming it behind him.
He didn’t even bother locking it—he just needed to breathe, to think. But before he could take a step, a wrinkled hand pushed the door open again.

There he stood.
Hwang.
The monster he thought he had escaped. The one his nightmares still whispered about. A slow, vile grin twisted his face like a mask, sickeningly sweet.

Taehyung’s chest tightened. He kicked him in the stomach with all his strength.
But Hwang didn’t move—not even a grunt.

Panic rising, Taehyung turned and bolted for his room, slamming the door shut and locking it with trembling hands. His breaths came in short gasps as he heard the doorknob rattle.

“Open the door, rose petal,” the voice cooed from the other side. “Let me give you all my love.”

Taehyung covered his ears, shaking, heart slamming against his ribs. He tried to call someone, anyone. Just as he tapped the green icon—
BANG!
He flinched violently, and the phone slipped from his hands, hitting the floor and shattering.

The pounding stopped. Silence.

Maybe he left?
Taehyung pressed his ear to the door. Nothing.

Then—
CRACK!
The door flung open.

And there he was again. Humming his favorite tune, that same haunting melody that once played while Taehyung cried himself to sleep.

“No,” Taehyung whispered. “No, no, no—”

Hwang stepped inside slowly, smiling like he meant no harm. But Taehyung knew that smile. That smile meant pain. That smile meant no escape.

“Never leave me, rose petal,” he whispered, leaning in and breathing deeply against Taehyung’s neck. “You’re mine. I own you.”

A spark of fury flared in Taehyung’s chest. He shoved him back.
“Stop this sick obsession! You’re a fucking psycho—you need help! You need a cage!”

Hwang’s smile faltered.
“What did you say?”

The voice dropped, deep and guttural. A warning. Taehyung didn’t care anymore.

“I said you’re a disgusting, sadistic freak.”

Then everything blurred.
Hwang lunged, yanked him by the hair, and slammed his head into the wall.
Again.
And again.

Taehyung screamed, blood spilling down his forehead, his vision swimming in red and black. He clawed at the man’s arms, but the grip only tightened.

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Outside—

Jungkook and Jimin arrived just as the scream split the air.

Jungkook didn’t think. He ran to the door and kicked it open with a force he didn’t know he had.

And what he saw…
His heart stopped.

Taehyung.
Bleeding.
Crumpled on the floor.

And him—hovering over him like a demon.

For a moment, Jungkook couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Then something inside him snapped.

“Get your hands off him,” he growled.
Jungkook’s voice was low, deadly. Like the eye of a storm moments before it erupts.

Hwang looked up—sneering, unfazed.
“And who the fuck are you?” he spat, wiping blood from his knuckles.

Jungkook didn’t reply. He lunged.

His fist collided with Hwang’s jaw, sending the older man stumbling back. Jimin rushed in behind him, immediately kneeling beside Taehyung, whose breathing was ragged and shallow, blood trailing down his temple.

“You okay? Stay with me, Tae—please—stay with me,” Jimin pleaded, pressing a cloth from his pocket to the bleeding wound.

Meanwhile, Jungkook didn’t stop.
Hwang recovered, growling, and lunged back—throwing a punch that grazed Jungkook’s cheek. But Jungkook didn’t flinch. The fury in his eyes burned wild and fierce.

“You think you can touch him again? Lay a finger on him?”
He grabbed Hwang by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
“You’ll wish you’d died before this moment.”

Hwang swung again—missed. Jungkook punched him, hard, in the gut. Then another in the ribs. The older man gasped, knees buckling. Jungkook let him fall to the floor.

“I’ll make sure you rot,” Jungkook spat, chest heaving. “I’ll end you.”

Sirens echoed in the distance—Jimin had texted Jungkook’s assistant, who called emergency services.

Taehyung whimpered, trying to curl in on himself.

Jungkook’s rage vanished the second he turned and saw Taehyung again—so small, so broken. He rushed to his side, pushing Jimin gently aside.

“Baby… baby, I’m here. I’m here.”
Jungkook pulled him into his arms, cradling him carefully. His fingers trembling as they swept hair away from Taehyung’s bloodied forehead.

“Don’t be scared, okay? You’re safe. I’ve got you now.”
Taehyung clung to his shirt like a child, sobbing silently.

“I-I thought he’d k-kill me,” he whispered, voice hoarse and broken.

Jungkook pressed a trembling kiss to his forehead.
“No one will ever hurt you again. I swear on my life, Tae. No one.”

The door burst open as police stormed in, guns raised. They dragged Hwang away, even as he howled like a madman, eyes fixed on Taehyung.

But Taehyung didn’t hear him.
He only felt Jungkook’s arms—tight, warm, and finally, finally safe.
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