Fifty Shades Of You | KV°

"Where are the pills, Ara? Where are the goddamn fucking pills?"

Jungkook's panting and gritting teeth, suppressed anger till his whole body was convulsing and the five prominently sculptured fingers that vigorously combed through his raven feather hair; Taehyung shook against the jade white wall in his ever consuming disguise. The dark maroon evening gown 'her' mother in law had prepared for him was now halfway hanging from his sinful body, naked chest lustrous and bronzed skin tantalizing enough to be shamed in all the seven heavens. He was like a male Phoenix, a seducer hundredfold more attractive than any seductress in Psyche's Manor. A male.

He wasn't Taehyung, he wasn't Taehyung, he wasn't Kim Taehyung.

That's what he kept chanting inside his head like a mantra as if it would ever save him from his self sabotaging malice or let him escape the truth.

When he had taken off his Dior suit and let the gorgeous wedding dress clasp him like poisonous vines, he never anticipated this day to come. It was supposed to be just for a night. A camouflage for his sister, a scapegoat for the two families and a self-sacrifice of his love; Taehyung cried a river that night but his eyes never blurred.
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