Youngblood [tk]

"did he touch you?" taehyung asks, brows drawn together in an intimidating scowl.

jeongguk rolls his eyes, "and if so, what is it to you?"

taehyung simply takes a step forward, cornering jeongguk against the wall, his lips dangerously close to jeongguk's own.

"lemme ask you again, babydoll. did he touch you?" it was like calmness before the storm, the way taehyung talked. always so fucking calm. always so fucking dangerous.

and jeongguk hated the way his possessiveness turned him on.

"no. now get away from me."

there was a satisfactory grin on taehyung's face immediately. but rather than moving away from jeongguk, he brought his hand to caress jeongguk's bottom lip. his touch so soft yet so pushing, it made jeongguk want to open his mouth in a sultry moan.

"good." taehyung says distractingly, his eyes stuck on the plumpness of jeongguk's lips. "good." he repeats, now cupping jeongguk's jaw harshly. all the softness gone, replaced by rough possession.

jeongguk's breath hitched, eyes closing on their own accord as he felt taehyung's lips caress his own.

"never pull that game in front of me again." taehyung warns. "never if you don't want me to spread your legs, fuck your brains out to show you who owns you." and then he was gone.

gone as if the air swept him away. jeongguk felt dizzy. his legs shaking from arousal. he felt weak in the knees from taehyung's words. and he absolutely hated the way he wanted taehyung to do exactly as he promised to do. because jeongguk knows he would. oh, taehyung would definitely show him.

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@taentice // 2024
Cover creds: @Tenebris_Spell