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The sound of a safety being clicked off echoed through the marble halls, louder than the rain lashing against the windows.
"Are you going to kill me, Jungkook? Or are you going to kiss me?"
Taehyung's voice was breathless, his silk shirt torn at the collar, a defiant smirk still playing on his lips despite the barrel of a black glock pressed firmly against his forehead.
"You pushed it too far this time, Taehyung," Jungkook growled, his knuckles white as he gripped the weapon. His dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, were burning with a terrifying mix of rage and something far more dangerous. "I told you what happens to brats who break my rules."
Taehyung stepped closer, the cold metal digging into his skin. "Then do it. Pull the trigger. Or admit that you've finally met a disaster you can't tame."
Jungkook's hand didn't shake, but his voice dropped to a lethal, velvet whisper.
"I'm not going to kill you, little Queen. I'm going to make you wish I had"