𝖢𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖨𝖤 𝖢𝖴𝖳𝖳𝖤𝖱

cookie batter

THIS HAS DARK THEMES AND FOCUSES ON STALKING AND OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOUR

AN UNFINISHED PROMPT

GRAMMATICAL AND PUNCTUATION ERRORS

READ IN DARK MODE

cookie batter - NAMGIKOOK

JUNGKOOK WOKE UP in his mind before his body did it for him. not opening his eyes but rather observing his surroundings with his other senses.

where he was, felt cold yet warm at the same time, like a heater was in the room but far away so the heat was fleeting.

he smelt something sour. barely there but hit him more as he became aware of his surroundings.

the only sounds in the room was the sound of a page or paper turning every so often and the few taps of something against the floor. a shoe? a weapon? something else?

he makes a show of opening his eyes, tilting his head here a there to get a few knots out his neck, satisfied at the popping sound that occurs.

"you're awake" a bored sounding voice drawls out. turning his head to the direction of the sound, he freezes in his tracks.

it was yoongi and he looked unamused; probably knew that jungkook was faking sleep the past few minutes and suddenly the heater felt much farther away from jungkook than he remembered.

he had a book in his large hands. the cover had a cartoony picture of a dog next to a plant. the title simply said you're caring for your plants more than you do for yourself. it looked new but yoongi's read more than half.

the table in front of him was beige and the steaming cup on the matching coaster smelled sweet. could be jasmine, that's yoongi's favourite.

"it's a comic about self-care and nature in philosophy. it's good you should read it" yoongi sighed as he sat up in his chair. jungkook just realised how close yoongi was - he was in front of him. jungkook was tied to a chair with mere cloth, the knots were tight though, professional.

"but that's not why we're here, guk-ah.", yoongi leaned forward. "you're walking into something you have no business in" and telling by the way yoongi's eyes darkened, he was genuinely angry.

"i love you ggukie. more than mere friends. you're my best friend, my family, you're like a brother to me; forget blood bonds." yoongi started, placing the book after dog-earing one of the pages, hands clasped together.

"but this thing" gesturing a finger between the both of them, "you think you have with namjoon needs to fucking stop. immediately."

jungkook went rigid in his seat. stop? stop what he had with namjoon? his namjoon? his sweet dove?

but before he could fully open his mouth to protest, yoongi held up a hand, "i'm not finished speaking."

"namjoon is terrified of you. while yes, he doesn't know that it's you, he knows of your presence and that scares him more than anything. and i despise that." his eyes narrow, yoongi looks angered to high hell now, his voice deepened to a low octave and more grit in his voice.

"he can't even sleep properly without you breathing down his fucking neck. he can't even walk anywhere without looking behind his shoulder every twenty minutes when you're burning your gaze onto his back and following him everywhere he goes."

"you need to lay off him now and stop this stalking shit cause it won't end well for you if you continue." yoongi finished, holding his warm teacup in his hands to try and warm his heat, tightly gripping it, almost enough for it to break.

jungkook may be multi-talented but yoongi was just as good. he had a sly and conniving personality and knew how to get what he wanted. yoongi wasn't a stranger to using violence and he had weapons in his house. jungkook didn't and the harsh reality slowly began to set in.

jungkook rambled and yelled out protests to no end. kim namjoon, the love of his life, he was so close to taking him away. to shut him out from the harsh world because a mere pearl like that shouldn't be near such trash. should be pampered and care for every day. and jungkook would give him that. he'd give him that. 

but with how yoongi looked like he was about to commit murder, a mere equivalent to family for jungkook, actually threatening him and looking as if he'd go through with it, he never felt so conflicted before.

with namjoon, his smarts knew no bounds.

but intelligence can only so far his emotional vulnerability was a like a soft-boiled egg - weak, wobbly, a mess of a shell and the underlayer of his gentle psyche underneath.

yoongi waited and waited but didn't have any qualms about it; bestial yet unnoticed like a silent predator as he dug under namjoon's layers.

human beings were some type of object to yoongi. something that functions and lives.

namjoon was clay. malleable. soft yet pliable to his every whim like it was nothing. smooth texture with the pristine colour of marble.

jungkook was charcoal. useful yet easy to break considering the consequences.

now yoongi didn't hate jungkook. he despised his "work ethic" and his attitude towards it - stalking namjoon and prompting fear into his sweet little thing's mind like a fucking fool was what pissed him off to no end.

to use fear to your advantage was a good tactic, yoongi knew that definitely. he used that to bring namjoon even closer to him, to be able to grip him tighter under the premise fo mere protection that gave yoongi pleasure down to his toes with every touch.

but to use only that was weak. a waste of time. yoongi was strategic about his craft, his way of work was careful and discreet.

he was namjoon's best friend after all. and despite knowing jungkook for god knows how long, he'll be damned if he lets him get in the fucking way.

"i'm warning you jungkook. namjoon is mine," he reiterated despite jungkook sputtering out answers. "keep fucking around and messing with him and I'll make you regret that."

yoongi slammed a pair of scissors down on the table, so hard the force of it could be felt all around the room before sliding it across the table into jungkook's hand.

"cut yourself out, get out my fucking house, leave namjoon alone and maybe i won't leave you with a bullet in your brain" yoongi curtly said, his tone cold and ruthless before pushing his chair back and slamming the door behind shut.