21
Third Person Pov
The next few hours passed in a heavy, suffocating stillness that seemed to press against the walls.
Taehyung made it his mission to avoid Jungkook completely, retreating to the safety of his room as though the closed door could shield him from the man's presence. He had learned quickly-that lingering in the same space with him was a risk. Jungkook wasn't the type to waste an opportunity.
Every time Taehyung was alone, it was as if Jungkook's shadow found him.
And it was never casual. No, Jungkook had this unnerving ability to lean in too close, to speak in a low tone that seemed to crawl under the skin, to touch just enough to unsettle but never enough for anyone else to call it inappropriate.
And Taehyung knew exactly why he did it.
Not out of affection. Not because there was any warmth behind those dark eyes. It was deliberate cold, calculated done for the sole purpose of making him uncomfortable. A game where Jungkook was always in control, pushing him to see if he'd flinch, if he'd break, if he'd snap.
So today, Taehyung decided he wouldn't give him the chance.
He stayed in his room, kept to himself, and ignored the faint sounds of movement outside his door.
But the silence inside was its own kind of torture.
Without Gyubin's chatter filling the air, the room felt.
.. lifeless. Taehyung had gotten too used to the boy's presence without even realizing it.
He missed the sound of small feet padding across the floor, the giggles that came out of nowhere, the way Gyubin would pop his head in with some random question that made no sense but somehow brought a smile to Taehyung's face.
He missed the way the boy would sprawl on the carpet, tongue peeking out in concentration as he twisted the cube puzzle, or how he'd sit cross-legged with a book that was clearly too advanced for him, pretending to read just so he could ask Taehyung to "explain this part."
The room without him was too still. Too empty.
Taehyung sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the spot where Gyubin usually sat, the echoes of the boy's laughter still ringing faintly in his memory.
It was strange... he had always thought he preferred quiet. But now, the quiet felt oppressive, like it was reminding him of something missing.
And the worst part? Out there, beyond that door, Jungkook was still in the house.
Breathing the same air.
Waiting for the next moment to corner him.
That knowledge alone made the walls of the room feel both like a prison and the only safe place he had left.
Taehyung let his head rest against the headboard, eyelids falling shut as the faint hum of the air conditioning filled the quiet.
For the first time in hours, he felt away from everything away from the kitchen, away from Jungkook's looming presence, away from the way that man seemed to fill a room without even speaking.
He took a slow breath in, then another, letting his shoulders drop.
His body loosened little by little, melting into the mattress as though it had been waiting for this moment of stillness.
The air felt warmer here, trapped between the walls, and the fabric of his shirt seemed to cling to his skin in places it hadn't earlier.
He shifted his weight to one side, stretching his legs out. The movement drew a faint awareness to the pull in his muscles, the lazy ache that came from sitting too long. His hand absently smoothed over the sheets, fingertips brushing the cool fabric as though grounding himself.
But the stillness oh, the stillness.was dangerous. It left room for thoughts to creep in uninvited.
Without meaning to, his mind wandered back to earlier. The brush of a hand at his hip. The slow drag of fingertips against his side. The heat of a body far too close. He remembered the way Jungkook's voice had dropped low near his ear, the faint vibration of it carrying into his skin.
Taehyung's brow knit, and his eyes opened almost instantly. No. He wasn't going there. He wasn't that desperate, and certainly not for him.
But the memory had already lodged itself somewhere inconvenient, its edges faintly sparking under his skin. He exhaled through his nose, annoyed more at himself than anything else, and dragged a hand through his hair as though he could shake the feeling off.
His gaze drifted to the door. Silence. Good. No footsteps, no shadow in the hallway. He didn't want to risk bumping into Jungkook again.
He laid back down, pulling the pillow under his head, trying to think about Gyubin instead his voice, his laughter, the way he'd sprawl across the couch like he owned the place. But even those thoughts felt too quiet compared to the echo Jungkook had left behind.
With an irritated sigh, Taehyung shut his eyes again, willing his mind to focus on anything else, even the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Yet, underneath it all, that unwelcome heat remained...a quiet, stubborn reminder that some things were harder to ignore than he'd like to admit.
In all his life, Taehyung had never felt anything close to romantic attachment for anyone.
Not once. People came and went faces, voices, fleeting moments but none of them had ever made him pause.
None had ever lingered in his thoughts long enough to matter.
He had been untouchable in that way, and he preferred it.
Until now.
It wasn't even about liking him...God, no. Jungkook was the last person Taehyung would ever consider softening toward.
But the problem was physical, and that was harder to ignore. No one had ever touched him before, not like that, not with the casual audacity Jungkook carried as if he had a right.
And now, against Taehyung's will, it lingered-the memory of a hand at his hip, fingers pressing with a quiet claim that shouldn't have meant anything.
His own fingertips drifted toward the hem of his shirt without thinking, playing idly with the fabric. Slowly, his hand slipped beneath it, brushing over the warmth of his own skin until it found the familiar curve of his waist. And there, hidden beneath his palm, was the ink.
The letters sat there, permanent and unyielding, etched into him like some stubborn truth he wished he could scrub away. Taehyung's fingers traced over the ridges of each letter, following the shape of the name with a slow, almost reluctant care.
He exhaled, long and controlled, as if trying to push something out of himself that refused to leave.
It wasn't longing. It wasn't affection. It was... something else. Something between desire and want.
So he kept his eyes closed, his fingers still against the ink, and waited for sleep to come.
.
.
Jungkook had been walking past the hallway, the low footsteps beneath his feet echoing in the quiet. He wasn't looking for anyone in particular just passing by. That was until something faint slipped past the closed door ahead.
Not quite a sound, more like... a breath. Drawn out. Unsteady.
His steps slowed. His gaze lingered on the door, sharp and deliberate.
Most people might knock. Ask. Wait. But permission had never been part of Jeon Jungkook's vocabulary.
His fingers curled around the doorknob.
He turned it.
The latch gave way with a quiet click, and he stepped inside like he belonged there.
His gaze landed on the bed and everything else around him faded into the background.
Taehyung was lying there, sprawled against the headboard, head tipped back just slightly, eyes closed like he was lost somewhere in thought. His shirt was lifted enough to bare a strip of pale skin, the soft curve of his waist.
And then Jungkook saw his hand fingers brushing along that skin, slow, aimless... until they stopped right over the black ink.
The letters stood out stark against him. Jungkook's name, marked there like a claim no one could erase.
Jungkook's grip on the doorknob tightened. He didn't move. Didn't speak. Just let his eyes follow the slow, almost absent-minded tracing of Taehyung's fingers, the way his touch lingered like he was remembering something.
It wasn't vulgar not really but there was something about it that made the air in the room heavier. Something about the fact that Taehyung didn't even realise how it looked.
A faint sound escaped Taehyung an exhale, maybe, but it made Jungkook's jaw tighten.
He finally spoke, his voice low and cutting through the quiet.
"Comfortable, aren't you?"
Taehyung's eyes flew open. The hand at his waist jerked back as if burned, yanking his shirt down in a rush.
"W-what-what are you doing here?" he stammered, his voice catching halfway.
Jungkook leaned lazily against the doorframe, his expression unreadable. "Your door wasn't locked."
"That's-" Taehyung's words tangled in his throat. "That doesn't mean y-you can just-"
"Walk in?" Jungkook finished for him, his tone flat but the corner of his mouth twitching in something that wasn't quite a smile. "Sure it does."
Taehyung's cheeks burned hot under that stare. "Y-you should leave."
Jungkook didn't move an inch. His gaze dipped, deliberately, to Taehyung's waist again before meeting his eyes.
"Interesting way to pass time." he said, blunt as ever.
"I wasn't-"
"-touching yourself?" Jungkook cut in smoothly, voice dropping just enough to make the air between them tighten
Taehyung swallowed, his tongue tripping over the first words that came to him. "It's-pleasew it's not like that-"
Jungkook didn't say a word as he stepped into the room, the soft click of the lock snapping into place making Taehyung suck in a sharp breath.
"Leave... j-just go," Taehyung stammered, clutching the pillow tighter against his chest, his other hand gripping the hem of his shirt like it could shield him.
Jungkook's lips twitched faintly, not quite a smirk. "Do you really want me to?" His voice was low, steady, carrying no urgency just the kind of arrogance that made it impossible to tell if he was teasing or dead serious.
He came closer, each step slow but unyielding, until he was standing at the edge of the bed, towering over Taehyung.
"What were you thinking," Jungkook asked, his gaze dropping deliberately to Taehyung's exposed neck, "while tracing your fingers over my name?"
Before Taehyung could answer, Jungkook's hand wrapped firmly around his arm, tugging him up from the bed in one swift motion.
"I-I wasn't thinking about you," Taehyung blurted, his tone defensive, his hands gripping Jungkook's wrist as if to pry it off.
A short, almost amused exhale left Jungkook's nose. "is that so?" he murmured, sliding his hand beneath Taehyung's shirt, fingertips brushing his warm skin.
He traced a slow, deliberate line along the curve of Taehyung's waist with the pad of his thumb, lingering exactly where the ink of his name was etched into the pale skin a permanent reminder, a silent claim.
Taehyung's breath hitched at the contact, but his body remained rigid, fists clenched tightly at his sides, betraying the war raging inside him.
"I-I don't even... like you," Taehyung whispered, voice cracking, weakening halfway through the words as if admitting it hurt more than he expected.
Jungkook's eyes narrowed, sharp and unblinking. "Neither do I." His tone was a razor's edge, cold and sure.
Taehyung's gaze flickered down to the floor, then back up, but he didn't pull away. He couldn't. Not yet.
"Then why-why are you touching me?" The question was barely audible, trembling with confusion and something else need, maybe, or fear.
Jungkook's lips curved into a faint smirk, but there was no warmth in it. Only possession, and a slow-burning hunger.
"Why were you touching yourself thinking about me?" His voice was low, but the accusation in it cut through the room like a knife.
Taehyung's mouth opened, desperate to deny it, but Jungkook's gaze was a trap tight, merciless. Words scattered and died before they could form.
"I... I don't-" The sentence faltered, his voice barely there. "I don't want..."
Jungkook's smirk deepened, mocking and cruel. "You don't want?" He tilted his head, the motion lazy but deliberate, fingers sliding along Taehyung's side once more slow, testing, like a predator savoring the hunt.
His thumb returned to the tattoo, tracing the outline carefully, as if reminding Taehyung who owned him beneath the surface.
Taehyung's breath caught, pulse racing, heart hammering in his chest like it was trying to escape.
"Let me," Jungkook murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed close enough to warm the shell of Taehyung's ear. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, slow and low, heavy with promise and command.
"Just this once. Just this time."
Taehyung's lashes fluttered shut, a shudder running through his body, betraying the tension between resistance and desire.
"No." His hand shot up, pressing weakly against Jungkook's chest, trembling with the futile attempt to push him away.
Jungkook's eyes darkened, shadowed with something fierce and unreadable. But instead of forcing himself forward, he stepped back slow, deliberate, leaving a charged space between them.
"Fine." The word was clipped, flat but the ease in it was a lie.
His gaze lingered on Taehyung like a promise and a warning all at once.
Taehyung blinked, his chest still tight, caught off guard by the sudden retreat.
Jungkook didn't move far; he simply shoved his hands into his trouser pockets, shoulders loose, posture deceptively casual.
But his eyes sharp, assessing, and cold-raked over Taehyung's frame with unapologetic intensity.
That stare lingered too long. Too boldly.
Taehyung's fingers clenched at the hem of his shirt, tugging it down to cover more of his skin, though the gesture was weak, almost futile.
"Stop staring," he muttered, voice low but edged with unease, betraying more than he wanted to admit.
"Why?" Jungkook's brow lifted, amused and predatory. "Afraid I'll see how much you want it?"
Taehyung's lips parted, breath catching between them as the heat in Jungkook's eyes burned through him, raw and impossible to ignore.
Without warning, Jungkook turned and walked to the single armchair in the corner. He sat down lazily, sprawling into it with his legs parted, one hand resting on his thigh, the other draped over the armrest. It wasn't casual. It was an invitation wrapped in dominance and he knew it.
"Go on," Jungkook said, leaning forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees. "Say no again. Make me believe it this time."
Taehyung stood frozen, staring.
Jungkook tilted his head, eyes never leaving him. "What's wrong? You wanted distance. You've got it." His gaze dropped, slow and deliberate, from Taehyung's face to the grip he had on the pillow. "But you're still standing there like you're waiting for me to make the first move."
"I'm not," Taehyung muttered.
Jungkook's lips curved into a faint, knowing smirk. "Liar."
The word landed heavy between them, not loud, but final like Jungkook had already decided the ending, and Taehyung was just taking his time catching up to it.
Jungkook's eyes never left him, sharp and unblinking, like he was dissecting every flicker of doubt and defiance running through Taehyung's posture. The chair creaked softly beneath him, a quiet punctuation in the heavy silence.
"Why don't you sit?" Jungkook finally said, voice low, almost lazy
Taehyung swallowed, shaking his head almost imperceptibly. "I'm fine standing."
Taehyung's eyes flicked to the floor for a moment before he spoke, voice barely a whisper, "I don't want this. I don't want any of this."
"And yet..." Jungkook leaned back, fingers steepled, studying him like a challenge. "...here you are."
Taehyung's jaw clenched. The fight inside him was real every second he resisted felt like a battle against a pull he couldn't name, couldn't explain, but couldn't ignore.
The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, Jungkook's gaze like a slow burn, patient and merciless.
Taehyung's heart hammered so loud he was sure Jungkook could hear it, and for a brief moment, he thought maybe that was the point to strip him bare, down to the raw and trembling edges.
And still, he stood.
Every fiber screamed to turn away, to run, but his legs moved of their own accord. Step by step, slow and deliberate, he closed the distance between them.
Hatred tangled with something far more complicated a twisted pull that no amount of anger could untangle.
"I don't-" he whispered, voice cracked but trembling, barely audible over the storm raging inside him.
Jungkook's lips quirked with a cruel amusement. "Too late."
Taehyung exhaled as he reached the chair, his fingers trembling at the edge of the armrest. The air between them was electric, charged with every moment they'd fought silently, every word left unsaid.
He hated this man with everything inside him, yet here he was surrendering, inching closer to the very thing he swore to avoid.
Jungkook's eyes locked on Taehyung's, cold and commanding. "You wanted out. But you never left."
Taehyung's throat tightened. He swallowed hard, his fists clenched until his knuckles whitened. And then, without quite knowing how, he let go of the fight, of the shame, of the stubborn pride that had kept him standing alone.
Because sometimes, the most dangerous thing was not the enemy outside but the war raging inside.
Slowly, with a hesitation that betrayed the storm inside, he sank down, seating himself on Jungkook's lap. His eyes locked onto Jungkook's, fierce and searching, as if daring him to see through the walls he'd built.
"Good. You belong here. With me," Jungkook's voice was low, possessive, an undeniable claim.
Taehyung's heart betrayed him... a flutter deep in his stomach that he fought to shove down. He wanted to hate the praise, to reject it with everything he had, but it settled into him anyway, confusing and sharp.
Jungkook leaned forward, fingers tightening on Taehyung's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. His breath was warm against the sensitive skin at the crook of Taehyung's neck.
"What do you want me to do?" he murmured, voice rough and intimate.
Taehyung's eyes shimmered with unshed tears shame, fear, and something darker swirling together. He swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper, "I don't want anything..."
Jungkook's lips ghosted over the tender skin, sending a ripple of heat through Taehyung. "Yeah?" he said, teasing, before his mouth captured the sensitive flesh of the neck, kissing with a slow, deliberate hunger that stole the breath right out of Taehyung's lungs.
No... this is the same man who doesn't even treat you right and yet here you are, letting him do this to you. Taehyung's mind screamed in protest, a chaotic storm of doubt and desire tearing through him.
He swallowed hard, forcing a deep breath into his lungs as he shook his head, trying to push away the relentless pull of Jungkook's presence.
Taehyung's voice barely carried the strength it once had as he whispered, "Leave me." His hands trembled slightly as he pushed himself upright, stepping back with a mixture of shame and resolve painting his features.
Jungkook's eyes darkened, as he slowly rose from the chair. Each measured step forward seemed to suck the air from the room, making Taehyung's heartbeat pound louder in his ears.
"Who are you even fooling?" Jungkook's voice was low, sharp, and unforgiving.
Taehyung stepped back, his breath uneven as Jungkook's heavy gaze pinned him in place. The intensity in those eyes made his own heart flutter wildly reckless and out of control.
And that damn scent, familiar and intoxicating, curled around him, tightening like a noose.
The way Jungkook's fingers always brush against his skin sent sparks racing through every nerve.
"Just leave." Taehyung's voice cracked, barely a whisper, but loaded with desperation.
"You can run," Jungkook murmured, voice dripping with menace and desire, "but I always catch what I want."
Instinctively, Taehyung tried to create distance, his body recoiling as if to escape the magnetic pull that Jungkook exuded. But before he could fully retreat, Jungkook's fingers curled around his arms, strong and unrelenting, pressing him firmly against the cold, unforgiving wall.
The sudden restraint sent a jolt through Taehyung's spine, freezing him in place. His heart thundered in his chest, each beat louder than the last, echoing like a warning in the tight space between them.
Jungkook's voice broke the silence soft, yet edged with something dangerous a low growl that sent an involuntary shiver cascading down Taehyung's spine.
"This stays between us. A secret."
The weight of those words settled heavily, pressing down on Taehyung's chest. He blinked rapidly, struggling to steady his breath as the room seemed to close in around him. His mind scrambled, thoughts jumbled a wild tangle of fear, shame, and a trembling curiosity he wasn't ready to face.
He parted his lips, opening to speak, but the words caught in his throat. His gaze dropped to the floor, then flickered back up to meet Jungkook's, searching for something... an answer, an escape, or perhaps a sliver of mercy.
"I... I don't know what to say," he finally admitted, voice barely audible, shaky and vulnerable.
Jungkook's hold tightened ever so slightly, grounding him, challenging him.
Taehyung swallowed hard, fighting the lump rising in his throat. His eyes darted away again, unwilling to fully surrender to the moment. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, filled with everything neither of them dared voice.
Finally, with a fragile whisper that betrayed the storm inside, Taehyung forced the words out. "Don't... don't ever speak about this."
Jungkook said nothing in response. Instead, his other hand rose slowly, brushing a lock of hair away from Taehyung's face before cupping his jaw with possessive firmness.
His thumb traced the outline of Taehyung's lips.
"Give me permission, or I'll take it anyway." he said quietly, his voice laced with a cruel edge that sent a jolt through Taehyung's chest.
Taehyung's throat tightened; he bit down hard on his lower lip, his mind screaming to pull away, to reject this, but his body betrayed him. The tension between them was electric raw, suffocating, impossible to ignore.
"Fuck it." Jungkook murmured, voice rough as he closed the small distance between them, his lips crashing down onto Taehyung's in a fierce, demanding kiss.
The world slowed.
The cold, harsh walls of the room seemed to dissolve into nothingness, replaced by the heat of Jungkook's touch, the sharp inhale of breath against skin, the way their bodies pressed so close they could feel the rhythm of each other's heartbeats.
Taehyung's body froze at first every nerve alight with shock, confusion, and a reluctant desire he refused to acknowledge. His hands trembled at Jungkook's chest, his thoughts a chaotic storm of defiance and surrender.
The kiss deepened, Jungkook's hand tightening at Taehyung's jaw, tilting his face just enough to deepen the connection, to remind him who was in control.
The sharp scent of leather, faint cologne, and something darker filled Taehyung's senses as he struggled to stay grounded, to not lose himself completely in this dangerous, intoxicating moment.
This was the man he hated with every fiber of his being.
And yet, here he was, giving in.
Jungkook's hand slid down Taehyung's back with deliberate, possessive slowness, fingers curling around the curve of his hip before settling firmly on his butt.
The sudden pressure made Taehyung's breath hitch, a soft moan escaping despite himself. His hands clenched tightly around Jungkook's biceps, grounding himself against the flood of sensation.
Without warning, Jungkook's teeth sank hard into Taehyung's lower lip, a fierce bite that made him whimper involuntarily.
Instinctively, Taehyung tried to shove him away, panic flickering in his eyes, but Jungkook only deepened the kiss, tilting his head as if claiming every inch of him.
The sharp, urgent heat of Jungkook's mouth devoured Taehyung's lips, leaving no space for protest.
A shiver ran down Taehyung's spine as Jungkook's fingers slipped beneath the hem of his shirt, sliding up his skin with tantalizing intent. The electric touch made his back arch instinctively, a mixture of shock and unwanted desire rising within him.
"mhm," Taehyung gasped, his hands tapping harshly against Jungkook's shoulders in a silent plea for air, desperate to break free and breathe. But Jungkook held him tighter, unmoved by his silent protest.
Frustrated, Taehyung shoved his face to the side, breaking the kiss, his eyes swimming with dizziness as ragged breaths spilled out of him. The room spun slightly, his heart pounding like a drumbeat against his ribs.
Before he could regain his balance, Jungkook's grip tightened on his arms, spinning him around to face the cold, unyielding wall.
The sudden movement left Taehyung's breath caught in his throat as his chest pressed against the smooth surface, Jungkook's hands pinning him firmly.
No words were needed.
The silence between them was heavy, thick with tension and unspoken demands a dangerous dance where Taehyung's defiance flickered against Jungkook's relentless control.
Taehyung's palms were flat against the wall, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. Jungkook's chest was pressed to his back, every inch of his presence suffocating.
One of Jungkook's hands held both of Taehyung's wrists pinned above his head, the other sliding slowly down his side until it rested firmly at his hip.
"This is what you are..." Jungkook's voice was low, cruel, almost a growl against the shell of his ear. "...a moaning mess for me."
Taehyung felt his stomach twist at the words, shame burning through him as his lips tingled from the earlier kiss. He could feel the heat of Jungkook's breath on his neck, his own heart hammering against the wall he was pressed to.
"You... you said you wouldn't even kiss me," Taehyung stammered, the words spilling before he could stop them.
Jungkook's smirk was audible in his reply. "I also said I wouldn't waste my time on you. Looks like I lied." His tone dripped with mockery.
The humiliation was unbearable, and yet something inside Taehyung snapped. With a sudden jerk, he wrenched his wrists free, turning sharply to face him.
Their eyes clashed for barely a heartbeat before Taehyung's hands shot up, fisting Jungkook's collar, and he yanked him forward into a kiss furious, desperate, messy.
Jungkook groaned against his mouth, but it wasn't soft... it was dark and guttural.
His hands clamped down on Taehyung's waist as he shoved him backward until the sharp edge of a table dug into his lower back.
Taehyung winced but didn't pull away fast enough; Jungkook's body crowded in, his knee sliding between Taehyung's legs to force them apart.
"You're hurting me," Taehyung panted against his lips, his fingers gripping the table's edge for support.
"Get used to it." Jungkook shot back coldly, his words like ice.
Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook grabbed his thighs and lifted him slightly, seating him on the table as if he weighed nothing. The table creaked under the sudden movement. Jungkook stepped between his parted legs, pinning him there with no escape.
Jungkook's mouth returned to his, biting at the split in Taehyung's lower lip until he tasted the copper tang of blood. His kiss was more like an attack... teeth and tongue claiming what he wanted, ignoring every flinch, every muffled sound.
"You hate me?" Jungkook murmured against his lips, pulling back just enough for Taehyung to see the glint of cruelty in his eyes.
"I... hate you," Taehyung whispered, his voice shaking.
"So do I." Jungkook said without hesitation.
His hands slid lower, gripping Taehyung's hips possessively, like he was branding him in place. "If I wanted to, you'd let me fuck you right here, wouldn't you?"
"Huh..." Taehyung whispered, his pride screaming at him to deny it yet his body's tremor betrayed him.
Jungkook's words hung in the air like a dare. His grip on Taehyung's hips tightened, dragging him closer until their bodies were flush, no space left between them.
"You'd pretend to fight," Jungkook murmured, his breath hot and low against Taehyung's ear, "but in the end, you'd always give in. Just like now helpless and begging without even realizing it."
Taehyung swallowed, his eyes fluttering shut.
He despised how his body leaned forward of its own accord, how his knees shifted wider to keep Jungkook between them.
Jungkook noticed. His lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk before capturing Taehyung's mouth again deep, bruising, hungry. His tongue slid in without asking, dominating the kiss until Taehyung's muffled whimper vibrated between them.
One of Jungkook's hands snaked up Taehyung's spine, slipping beneath his shirt to press against his bare skin. Taehyung shivered, his back arching into the touch, his lips parting further under Jungkook's relentless assault.
"You're letting me," Jungkook growled voice rough and merciless. "Like the pathetic whore you are, you won't even try to stop me."
Taehyung's nails dug into the table, his chest rising against Jungkook's with every rapid breath, his lips chasing the contact even when Jungkook pulled back just slightly to watch him.
"You see?" Jungkook whispered, his thumb brushing along Taehyung's jaw, tilting his head up. "You're mine the second I decide you are."
Before Taehyung could even think to respond, Jungkook tilted his chin further and claimed his mouth again slower this time, but no less forceful. His hand at Taehyung's back pulled him forward until he was nearly sliding off the table into Jungkook's arms.
Taehyung's lips were swollen, his breathing uneven, but still... he didn't move away.
"You-You're the cruelest man I've ever known." Taehyung gasped against Jungkook's mouth, the words breaking between breaths.
Jungkook didn't slow, his hand shot out, grabbing Taehyung's wrist and wrenching it behind his back in one swift, brutal twist. The pain made Taehyung's eyes sting with tears.
"Say it again." Jungkook murmured, his voice low, lethal.
Taehyung's chest rose and fell fast. "I-I..." His breath hitched into a sound closer to a moan when Jungkook's mouth left his lips and latched onto the side of his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
"Go on," Jungkook urged, his teeth grazing skin. "I'm listening."
"Stop..." Taehyung whispered, his free hand tangling in Jungkook's hair in a weak attempt to push him away.
But Jungkook didn't even react, he simply released the grip on his hair long enough to start on the buttons of Taehyung's shirt. One by one, slow, deliberate, until cool air brushed against bare skin.
The hard surface of the table dug into Taehyung's thighs, the discomfort mixing with the ache building in his chest.
Jungkook's breath grew heavier when the last button gave way. His gaze slid downward and stilled. He closed his eyes for a second, inhaling slowly, as if he had to rein himself in.
Taehyung's shame hit him hard heat crawled up his neck and into his ears. He instinctively tried to cross his arms over his chest, but Jungkook caught his other wrist before he could, pinning both hands above him now.
"Sensitive much?" Jungkook's tone was a taunt, his eyes locking with Taehyung's as he leaned down and let his tongue flick across one nipple.
Taehyung's body betrayed him with a sharp intake of breath.
Jungkook smirked, sealing his mouth over the bud and sucking, his teeth grazing just enough to sting. Taehyung's back arched despite himself, his thighs tensing, a low moan breaking free.
"Thought so." Jungkook murmured against his skin before biting again, harder this time, just to hear it happen once more.
Jungkook's grip tightened, twisting Taehyung's arm a fraction more. The pain lanced through him, sharp and hot, but it tangled with the unwanted shiver of pleasure from Jungkook's mouth still latched on his skin.
Taehyung's breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. His pulse was erratic, every beat drumming against his eardrums.
If this kept going... if he didn't stop it now he was afraid he'd lose the last scrap of dignity he had.
Then
"Taehyung-ssi?"
The voice was muffled but distinct-Mr. Haenam. The sound hit Taehyung like a bucket of ice water. His head snapped toward the door instinctively, heart jamming in his throat.
"Gyubin's not feeling well," the voice continued, polite and oblivious.
It was all Taehyung needed... an anchor yanking him back to reality.
"Leave..." The word came out strained, barely above a whisper as he shoved weakly at Jungkook's chest.
Jungkook didn't budge. His palm slid from Taehyung's arm to his jaw, fingers strong enough to dig into the hinge. He tilted Taehyung's face toward him, his gaze locked, cold and filled with desire.
"No." he murmured, as if the idea of letting go had never once crossed his mind.
Taehyung hissed. "Please-"
"Stop pushing me." Jungkook cut in, his tone even, dangerous in its calmness.
Then his lips brushed Taehyung's just enough to make him feel the intent before he closed the distance entirely. His mouth was unrelenting, pressing harder when Taehyung tried to turn away.
That was it.
Something primal and furious took over. Taehyung's free hand shot up, nails raking hard against Jungkook's neck. He felt the skin give under his fingertips, a faint warmth blooming as blood surfaced.
Jungkook froze not in pain, but in surprise. It was the sliver of opportunity Taehyung had been waiting for.
He tore himself free with a burst of strength he didn't know he still had, shoving Jungkook back just enough to put space between them.
The movement made him stumble slightly, his thighs protesting from being perched on the edge of the table for too long.
The air in the room felt heavier as he looked up. Jungkook stood there, posture still relaxed but eyes darker than ever.
The fresh scratch ran down the side of his neck angry red, with a small bead of blood slowly pooling at the deepest point. His shirt unbuttoned, hair falling on his forehead almost covering his eyes.
Those eyes didn't just watch, they stripped. They consumed. And Taehyung couldn't decide if the heat in them was from anger or something far more dangerous.
He tore his gaze away, fumbling with his shirt buttons. His fingers shook not from fear, but from the leftover adrenaline coursing through him.
When he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, the skin there came away streaked crimson.
He froze for a second, staring at it, not knowing if it was his or Jungkook's.
His lips throbbed, raw from the force of the kiss, the split skin still weeping faintly.
The taste of copper lingered stubbornly at the back of his tongue, a reminder that even now, even after he'd pulled away, the man was still on him.
Taehyung curled his hand into a fist, hiding the smear of red against his palm, and turned toward the door without another word.
The click of the lock disengaging was louder than it should've been, cutting sharply through the suffocating silence.
When he pulled the door open, the hallway beyond was empty. Not even a shadow of Mr. Haenam.
That emptiness felt like mockery.
Taehyung didn't look back he couldn't. If he did, he wasn't sure he'd still have the strength to walk away. He stepped into the hall and let the door swing shut behind him, sealing the room and Jungkook-out of sight.
Jungkook didn't follow. He stood in the middle of the room, shoulders loose, gaze lingering on the spot where Taehyung had just been more out of habit than attachment.
The air still held traces of him: faint cologne, a metallic tang of blood, and the sharper scent of heat from skin pressed too close.
He lifted his hand to his neck, fingers brushing over the fresh scratch. It stung faintly. When he glanced down, a smear of red shone against his skin. His mouth twitched not in fondness, but in the kind of slow, humorless grin reserved for a challenge he'd already won.
His eyes lowered.
And there it was. Again. A bonar.
Hard. Persistent. Unbothered by the fact that the man who caused it had just walked away.
"fuck," The sound slipped from his tongue, flat and faintly amused. He adjusted his stance, trousers shifting over the strain, and reached for the glass of water on his desk.
The cold slid down his throat, but it didn't cool him. If anything, it sharpened the awareness of how close Taehyung had been pressed, trembling, pliant in moments he didn't want to admit.
Still... it was nothing.
Jungkook didn't care for him. Didn't need him.
He set the glass down with a soft click, rolling his shoulders once. This was over. A one-time indulgence, an itch scratched, nothing more.