"Pl-please don't h-hurt me, it hurts!" Taehyung screamed, even though his body hurt and his heart cried.
But the man in front of him laughed harder in mockery, as he bent down to his level, causing his petite self to squeeze in terror.
The man rais...
"You are the knife I turn inside myself, This is love."
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Edited :: 10/05/24
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Please ignore the mistake. __________________________________***** Third person POV
The bright sunlight that entered the room had the man stirred in his sleep. Blinking his eyes, the sleeping figure opened his eyes, groaning when the rays hit him in the face.
The petite figure pulled himself forward, naked body drowning in the sheets and comforter and a hiss escaped his lips when pain shot up to his abdomen, he smiled at the last night memories.
The man looked around himself, finding the space beside him empty, the bed sheets crumpled. He tucked the lone blonde strand behind his ears, cheeks flushing red at the remembrance of yesterday's episode, under the moonlight- his husband and him.
The blonde flushed visibly, giggling to himself as he picked up himself from inside the warmth of the duvets, pulling his husband's shirt over his figure. The male trailed out of the room.
With a small tuck of lips and bright cheeks, he limped forward toward the stairs, the private penthouse pretty and luxurious. Bare feet stepping against the stairs steps. He looked around himself.
"Jungkookie.." The male called out, morning voice deep and rough, the name came out as a mere whisper, as he cleared his throat and called louder.
"Love.." The voice resonated throughout the house, silence following. The male turned around worried to reach for his phone, he had left in the bedroom. When a familiar voice reached his ears;
A huge smile took over his lips, the worry slipping down and hearing his voice the first thing in the morning, raised butterflies in his tummy. The male pushed his hairs back, following the way the voice had come from.
His bare feet didn't make a sound as he trailed down the way going to the basement, the male looked around himself, the dark surrounding him terrorising for his inner child, heart beating a little too fast.
But he walked ahead without fear because his husband was there with him as he reached the wooden door, open but not enough to see inside. He tasted the name once again on his tongue.
"Jungkook.." He whispered, a little worried but his shoulders relaxed when heard a silly giggle from inside, the familiar voice calling him inside.
