26
Third Person Pov
It was dark. Taehyung held Gyubin's small hand tightly, feeling the boy's warmth calm him slightly, though his own pulse raced.
"Appa... where's the car?" Gyubin's voice was small, anxious. He glanced around, expecting the familiar driver's car waiting to take them home.
Taehyung glanced around the empty lot, brows knitting together in confusion. His chest tightened, his heartbeat quickening for no clear reason until his eyes caught it.
A black car parked near the far end, away from the dim yellow glow of the streetlight. The headlights flickered once, twice, as though the car itself was breathing.
And then he saw him.
Through the windshield, Jeon Jungkook sat slouched low, the driver's seat tilted back. His head rested against the seat, eyes closed, expression calm in the shadows. The sight hit Taehyung like a blow to the chest, knocking the air out of him.
So it wasn't a hallucination.
It wasn't just in the bathroom mirror.
Jungkook was really here.
Even in the dim light, he could make out the sharp line of Jungkook's jaw, the way his posture seemed deliberate, lazy, yet full of control. His eyes were closed now, but Taehyung knew.
Knew the weight of him.
A shiver ran down Taehyung's spine. He took a shallow breath, steadying himself, and guided Gyubin forward. The boy's little legs scuffed softly against the pavement, unaware of the storm coiled in the car's interior.
Taehyung's hand hovered over the back door handle, heart hammering. Finally, he opened it, and Gyubin slid in, buckling himself into the seat with a clink of the belt. He hummed to himself, oblivious to the tension, excitement glinting in his wide eyes.
Taehyung lingered outside for a moment, inhaling slowly, feeling the cool air against his neck. Then he moved to the front passenger side, opening the door quietly. The engine's hum seemed louder now, almost predatory.
And then Jungkook's eyes opened.
Slowly. Dark. Piercing.
They landed on Taehyung like a caress and a warning all at once. He felt the familiar rush of heat against his skin, his pulse accelerating as he caught himself staring, only to look away.
Sliding into the seat, Taehyung's fingers brushed against the smooth leather. The air between them was taut, electric, charged with unspoken words and the memory of every brush, every lingering touch that had haunted him.
Jungkook shifted lazily, his grip firming on the wheel, veins rising against his skin as his long fingers curled around the leather. The motion was unhurried, almost sensual, as though he knew Taehyung was watching.
The car rolled forward, headlights cutting open the night. Gyubin hummed softly from the backseat, watching the blur of lights outside, blissfully untouched by the tension thickening the air.
Taehyung sat rigid, hands knotted together in his lap. The silence between him and Jungkook wasn't empty... it pulsed, alive, thick with unspoken words.
The distance between them was a breath.
But it felt like a chasm.
And Jungkook, without a word, made sure Taehyung knew exactly who controlled the space between.
Taehyung stole a quick glance at the man behind the wheel.
Jungkook's eyes cut to him for the briefest moment sharp, the kind of look that stripped away defenses in silence.
The contact lasted less than a heartbeat, yet it burned.
Instinctively, Taehyung dropped his gaze, unwilling unable to hold it any longer.
Beside him, Gyubin had long surrendered to sleep,
The drive had stretched like an eternity. Every second was a tether pulled tight, every hum of the engine thrumming low like it carried Jungkook's heartbeat inside it. Taehyung exhaled sharply the moment the car slid into the underground parking, relief flooding his chest.
"Binnie..." he whispered, voice tender as he brushed his knuckles against the boy's arm. Gyubin shifted, sighed, and nestled closer, his small head pressing against Taehyung's stomach.
Taehyung slid an arm around him, steadying the sleepy kid as he coaxed him out of the car. But before he could turn away fully, his eyes betrayed him flicking to Jungkook once more.
The CEO had just unfastened his seatbelt. The sound of the metal release echoed faintly in the hushed garage, far too loud in Taehyung's ears. Jungkook's movements were slow,shoulders rolling forward as he leaned, one hand gripping the door handle, veins shifting under taut skin.
The door clicked open, and Jungkook stepped out, unfolding himself from the driver's seat with the unhurried precision of someone who knew he was being watched.
Taehyung stepped into the mansion, the weight of Gyubin in his arms grounding him, yet every nerve on edge. He was just about to move toward the room when a low, controlled voice sliced through the quiet.
"Stop right there."
His heart skipped, and he froze. The voice smooth, sharp, and commanding sent a shiver down his spine. Jungkook's presence filled the hallway before he even fully came into view. He glanced once at Mr. Haenam, who immediately nodded.
Without a word, he held Gyubin, who had been sleepily clinging to Taehyung's side, and guided him down the corridor. Gyubin didn't protest, he was too tired.
Then Taehyung felt it...a firm, unyielding hold on his hand. Cold. Possessive. He looked up and met Jungkook's gaze, dark and heard the words that made his chest tighten:
"You're coming with me."
Before he could process, Jungkook started pulling him forward. Surprisingly, Taehyung didn't protest. Not now. Not when every instinct told him to fight, yet some dangerous thread of control in Jungkook's presence made resistance futile.
Step by step, they moved through the quiet mansion, the only sound the soft echo of their feet on the polished floor. Taehyung's mind was blank, senses heightened every shadow, every flicker of light, every brush of air felt amplified.
As they ascended the stairs, Taehyung's pulse hammered in his ears. He let himself be guided, feeling the cold pressure of Jungkook's grip against his hand, the subtle authority in every motion. The corridor stretched before them like a stage set for some silent, tense ritual.
Taehyung's stomach sank as Jungkook turned left instead of heading toward the bedroom he expected.
Punishment room.
Panic flickered in his chest. Not that room... please, not there... He tried to wriggle his wrist lightly, but Jungkook's grip only tightened, iron-strong, refusing to release him.
The door swung open, and before Taehyung could react, he was shoved inside. He stumbled forward, his shoulder nearly crashing into the wall. His pulse roared in his ears as his eyes darted around the dimly lit room heavy the air still, the silence oppressive.
"Why... why am I here?" His voice cracked, fragile, trembling.
The door clicked shut behind him. The sharp snap echoed like a gunshot, final and unforgiving.
Jungkook's shadow stretched across the floor before his body did, long and unyielding. When he stepped forward, the atmosphere shifted his presence filling the room, pressing against Taehyung's skin like heat too close to fire.
"To learn," Jungkook said, voice low and smooth, every syllable edged with danger, "what disobedience costs."
Taehyung's chest seized. He swallowed, the sound loud in the stillness. "I-I didn't do anything, Mr. Jeon," he whispered, words trembling, a plea that felt thin even to his own ears.
Jungkook closed the distance with deliberate, predatory grace like a lion circling prey that had already been cornered. His gaze was fixed, unrelenting. "You let him touch you," he murmured, voice almost intimate in its softness. "Again."
The accusation hit hard, slicing through Taehyung's chest. His lips parted, his cheeks heating with shame. He knew who Jungkook meant.
"I... I didn't," he stammered desperately. "Mrs. Kim-she forced me-and I-" His excuse faltered, breaking under the sharp weight of Jungkook's stare.
"And you can't deny it." Jungkook said softly, lethally. The kind of tone that made the truth feel like a death sentence.
Taehyung's body shook. His eyes fluttered down, then back up, caught like a moth in Jungkook's fire. "I... I did," he confessed finally, voice a trembling whisper. "She just... I couldn't ruin the moment."
"You couldn't ruin the moment..." his lips curved, not into a smile but into something sharper, hungrier. His voice dropped, a slow drag of heat. "...but you you can defy me, yeah?"
Taehyung's fists clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms. His lips, bitten raw, trembled with words he couldn't say. "L-let me go..."
But his plea collapsed as Jungkook closed in, cutting the space between them to nothing. The CEO's gaze raked over his face, lingering on the faint tremor of his lashes, the sharp rise and fall of his chest. Reading him. Consuming him.
"Not so soon." The words came like a command, final and inescapable.
"Please..." Taehyung whispered, the sound breaking, barely audible. A word caught between resistance and surrender.
And Jungkook's eyes burned...like he'd been waiting for exactly that.
"If I can pull the trigger on Seokjin...then you'd better remember---I can just as easily aim at you."
His eyes went wide, heart hammering violently against his ribs. He shot Seokjin... The realization hit him like a storm. The gunshot in the hall, the pain on Seokjin's arm...it had all been Jungkook. Just for a dance, just for a fleeting moment of defiance.
He was danger incarnate...every inch of him exuded control and lethal intent. Taehyung's stomach sank.
"Wait-" Taehyung started, voice cracking, but he barely got the word out before a hand closed around his wrist. Iron-strong. Unyielding.
He was dragged across the bedroom, stumbling, pulse screaming in his ears. His heels scraped against the polished floor, every desperate tug met with a grip that didn't falter...not once.
The bathroom door swung open.
Cold light spilled across the tiles, illuminating the glimmer of water in the massive tub. Taehyung's eyes darted inside... then froze.
His breath caught, throat locking tight. The tub wasn't just filled. It overflowed with icy water, shards of ice floating atop it, glinting cruelly under the dim light. The air itself seemed colder here, sharp against his skin.
"W-what..." his voice broke, his lips parting in disbelief. "...what is this?"
No answer.
Jungkook stepped closer, the quiet sound of his shoes echoing against the tile. His shadow swallowed Taehyung whole, suffocating and absolute.
Then, without a word, he seized Taehyung's arm again. The strength in that grip was final, unchallengeable.
And with a brutal tug, he forced him toward the waiting tub.
"Get in," Jungkook said, his tone flat, merciless. "Or I'll put you in myself."
"No..." Taehyung's voice broke, trembling, his body instinctively backing toward the door. "No, I can't-"
Before he could reach it, Jungkook's hand clamped around his arm and yanked him back with brutal force.
"You think you can run from me?" His voice was low, lethal, each word slicing like a knife. His grip tightened, unforgiving. "I said-get in."
He shoved Taehyung forward, toward the tub that glittered with cruel shards of ice. Taehyung stumbled, his heart pounding so hard it ached in his chest.
Tears blurred his vision as he spun back toward Jungkook, voice breaking. "Why are you doing this to me?!" His words trembled with fury and pain.
"Every chance you get...you hurt me! You destroy me!" His chest heaved, the sob catching in his throat. "I told you---I was forced to dance! I didn't want it! And what kind of man-what kind of monster-shoots his own brother?!"
His voice cracked, echoing against the cold tile. "Do you even feel anything at all?"
Jungkook didn't react. He only stood there, his gaze steady, unreadable, terrifying in its calm. The silence dragged, suffocating, until he finally spoke.
"I don't."
The words dropped like lead, heavy and final.
Taehyung exhaled shakily, lungs burning as panic crawled up his throat. He tried to take a step back... only to feel a hand clamp against his waist, firm, inescapable. And then a push.
The world tilted.
His knees buckled, and the next second
The ice water swallowed him whole.
A sharp gasp tore from his throat as the freezing liquid closed around his body, biting through fabric, sinking claws into his skin. He convulsed, coughing violently, the shock stealing his breath. Water surged over the rim of the tub, splattering against the tiles.
His trembling hands gripped the slick edges, knuckles white, desperate for grounding. But the cold wasn't the only thing consuming him.
The man leaned in, close enough that his presence was suffocating. The dim bathroom light carved harsh planes across his face... his jaw sharp, his eyes dark, unreadable, a predator savoring the sight of prey struggling to breathe.
Taehyung's head snapped up, wet hair clinging to his pale face. Wide, tear-brimmed eyes locked with Jungkook's. Vulnerability bared itself raw every shiver, every crack of his lips, every desperate inhale.
His teeth chattered, lips trembling. "P-please..." he whispered, though whether it was a plea for mercy or for something else he couldn't tell anymore.
Jungkook said nothing.
He only watched. Silent. Dangerous. Unrelenting. His gaze trailed slowly down Taehyung's soaked figure before returning to his eyes, feeding on every flicker of fear, every quiver of defiance that hadn't yet drowned in the ice.
And in the suffocating silence, the truth sank deeper than the water
Taehyung wasn't just trapped in the tub. He was trapped in him.
"Let me go..." Taehyung gasped, shivers wracking him as icy water lapped over his trembling skin. Every movement sent stabbing cold through him; teeth chattered, heart hammering.
"Not yet," he whispered, low, velvet-dark, every word dragging over him. "You stay... until I say you've earned it."
Ice cubes drifted across his chest, biting, relentless. Taehyung's voice cracked, pure fear and frustration bubbling up. "It's... it's freezing..."
Jungkook straightened just enough to tower over him , "Isn't that good?" The subtle tilt of his head, the patience in his gaze... it made Taehyung's shivers multiply, half from the cold, half from the suffocating nearness of him.
Taehyung gritted his teeth, voice trembling. "I... hate you." The words came out weak, hollow even to him, lost beneath the roar of his own pulse.
Jungkook leaned in, voice dropping to a velvet-dark murmur, "Do you? Or... do you crave it?"
His fingers brushed the edge of the tub, close enough that Taehyung could feel the heat radiating from him, a silent, terrifying promise that made his chest tighten. Every nerve in Taehyung's body screamed under the proximity.
"You'll stay right there," Jungkook continued, sliding the gun from his forehead and letting it dangle loosely in one hand, "shivering... desperate. And if you want relief...warmth-you'll beg me. Maybe... just maybe, I'll let you have it."
Taehyung's throat went dry. He swallowed hard, chest heaving, tears freezing at the corners of his eyes.
The ice pressed against his skin, sharp and unrelenting, yet nothing burned as fiercely as Jungkook's gaze.
He remained frozen, trapped, powerless, every instinct screaming that he was entirely at Jungkook's mercy.
Jungkook left the bathroom briefly, returning with a chair that he dragged in with deliberate slowness. He sank into it, legs spread, the gun resting across his knees like a casual crown.
"Let's see how long it takes for you to lose your self-control," he said lazily, voice smooth, dangerous, entirely unbothered.
Taehyung remained in the icy water, teeth chattering, hands gripping the edge of the tub so tightly his knuckles were white.
His mind burned with cold and fury, heart hammering against his ribs, lips trembling not from fear, not yet from anything else but from the sheer force of will keeping him upright. He wouldn't submit.
Defiance blazed in his eyes as he stared at Jungkook, refusing to look away even as the freezing water gnawed at his skin, numbness creeping through his fingers and toes.
Jungkook's gaze roamed over him like a predator, slow, deliberate, calculating.
His fingers traced an invisible path down the droplets sliding from Taehyung's lips to his collarbone, each movement mocking, teasing, a silent challenge.
Every glance was a test, every small tilt of his head a provocation.
And still, Taehyung did not break.
Even as his body trembled, icy water soaking him through, heart slowing under the strain, every muscle rigid with tension, he remained seated, shivering, defiant unyielding to the magnetic, suffocating danger before him.
"You're going numb," Jungkook murmured, voice low, almost amused. His fingers tapped the gun lazily against his knee, each beat deliberate. "And yet... still defiant. Still burning. Still full of fire. Interesting."
Taehyung's chest heaved, arms trembling as his hands clawed at the tub's edge. His body was rigid, soaked and shivering, but his gaze burned hotter than ever.
Jungkook leaned further back in the chair, legs spread lazily, shoes resting casually on the edge of the tub, just inches from Taehyung's trembling hand.
The proximity was deliberate, a silent assertion of control, and every clink of ice against the porcelain echoed in the icy silence.
Taehyung's gaze flicked involuntarily to the shoes, every nerve in his body screaming. The proximity, the casual control...it made the air itself feel heavy, suffocating.
Jungkook's eyes followed him, dark and unblinking, before he slowly closed them, as if bored, leaving Taehyung sitting there, numb.
The cold water bit deeper now, ice clinging to his skin, but the chill outside of his body was nothing compared to the way his mind screamed under Jungkook's quiet domination.
Taehyung's fingers twitched, hovering near the shoes, but he did not move. He refused.
The silence stretched, thick, oppressive, punctuated only by the faint clink of ice and the ragged rhythm of Taehyung's breathing. Jungkook, still reclined, exuded an effortless power, and Taehyung cold, furious, defiant remained trapped under it.
"You think you can endure this forever?" Jungkook's tone was almost casual, eyes closed as though he were bored, yet every word carried the sharp edge of control.
The sound echoed low in the bathroom, mingling with the faint drip of water and the harsh rhythm of Taehyung's shallow breaths.
"I... I will not give you the satisfaction," he rasped through chattering teeth, every syllable laced with hate. "I will not... submit to your sick games."
The corner of Jungkook's mouth lifted, a dangerous curve of amusement. He didn't even bother opening his eyes.
"Alright then," he drawled, voice dripping with mockery.
"Freeze to death."
Jungkook shifted lazily, his shoes scraping against the edge of the tub until they hovered dangerously close to Taehyung's submerged hand.
The cold leather of the sole brushed his skin, and Taehyung flinched despite himself. Jungkook's lips twitched again, eyes still shut, as though savoring his little victory.
Taehyung's chest heaved as he glared at him, every breath scraping his throat raw.
His pride burned hotter than the ice gnawing at his skin, but even pride had limits when survival clawed at the back of his mind.
"Well," he murmured, almost to himself. "You'll break sooner than you think."
Taehyung's teeth ground together, fury sparking in his chest even as his body betrayed him with violent shivers, whispering one last vow under his breath.
"Not for you," he hissed.
Jungkook's eyes finally opened then dark, and far too calm. The kind of calm that came from knowing he already owned the ending.
Taehyung felt his senses blur, the edges of the world closing in. His vision swam, black dots dancing at the corners of his eyes, his trembling hands slipping slightly from the porcelain edge.
His lips wobbled, breath coming out in shallow, broken puffs that misted in the freezing air. Every inch of his body screamed, skin prickling with numb pain that cut deeper than knives.
Then Jungkook moved. Without even leaning forward, he lifted Taehyung's chin with the toe of his shoe, tilting his face up like he was examining him.
Cold leather pressed against his jaw.
"Come here." Jungkook murmured, his tone almost bored, but carrying the weight of an unspoken command.
Taehyung turned his face away with a violent shake of his head, fresh tears burning his frozen cheeks. Humiliation burning too deep.
Jungkook only exhaled in amusement, setting his shoes back on the rim of the tub, unbothered, patient. His hand drifted lazily to the gun on his lap, his thumb stroking the metal absentmindedly, as if Taehyung's suffering was nothing but background music.
The room swam. Taehyung blinked, but the black dots only grew. His chest tightened, his skin burned and froze all at once, the pain twisting in deeper than he could bear.
A pitiful whimper escaped him before he could swallow it back, a sound raw and broken, betraying him.
Desperation clawed at his pride. With trembling fingers, he gripped the edge of the tub, summoning the last shreds of strength.
He tried to rise, forcing his body up but his legs buckled instantly, and he fell back with a splash, the water stinging like a thousand knives.
Jungkook opened his eyes at the sound and looked lazily at him. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He simply watched.
Shuddering violently, Taehyung tried again. This time he pushed harder, every muscle screaming, and staggered upright on shaking legs.
His knees gave way the moment he stepped out of the tub, and he collapsed hard against the floor-right at Jungkook's feet.
His frozen hands gripped Jungkook's knees desperately, clinging like a drowning man. He tilted his head up, eyes glassy, breath shallow, lips cracked and trembling.
Jungkook gazed down at him, dark eyes unreadable. For a long, suffocating second, he didn't move.
Then, slowly, he raised his hand, resting it against Taehyung's cheek. The contrast was unbearable skin hot compared to Taehyung's frozen face.
Taehyung couldn't stop himself. He leaned into the warmth instinctively, the contact burning through the cold, chasing the numbness for the first time. His trembling hands fumbled to grip Jungkook's other hand, pulling it to him as if to steal the heat.
Then, with a sudden, broken movement, Taehyung threw himself forward, collapsing against Jungkook's body. His fists clutched at Jungkook's shirt, knuckles white, his forehead pressing hard against his chest.
"I'm... cold..." Taehyung stammered, voice shaking, a plea ripped from the edge of despair.
The chair creaked dangerously under the sudden weight, tipping slightly. Jungkook's arms so casual until now shifted automatically, steadying Taehyung's body against him.
Jungkook's lips curved, slow and sharp, as he looked down at the broken figure trembling in his lap. His hand stayed on Taehyung's cheek, not out of kindness, but possession.
"Look at you," he drawled, voice dripping with mockery. "Crawling into me... begging for warmth. My desperate plaything."
Taehyung's teeth ground together, his jaw trembling with fury even as his body betrayed him, pressing closer to the heat he despised. Every word Jungkook spoke seared into him like fire, and yet he couldn't pull away....the cold had hollowed him out, leaving only raw need, raw hate.
"You swore you wouldn't submit," Jungkook murmured, leaning closer, his breath warm against Taehyung's ear. "And here you are... clinging to me like you were made for it."
Something inside Taehyung snapped. His vision blurred red, rage surging hotter than the cold ever could.
His chest heaved, his nails dug into Jungkook's shirt, and before he could stop himself, he yanked Jungkook down by the collar---crashing their mouths together.
The moment slowed.
The kiss wasn't gentle. It wasn't pleading. It was violent, angry, desperate. Taehyung kissed him like he wanted to tear him apart, his teeth clashing, lips bruising.
His fingers clawed at Jungkook's back, digging deep, leaving sharp crescents as though pain were the only language he could give.
For a heartbeat, Jungkook stilled, startled by the sheer ferocity. Then a low sound rumbled from his chest, half amusement, half hunger, and his grip snapped tight around Taehyung's waist, hauling him fully onto his lap.
He didn't resist. He didn't even try. He met Taehyung's fury with equal force, deepening the kiss until it was all teeth and fire and suffocation.
"Is this hate?" Jungkook breathed between kisses, his voice rough, mocking, burning. His lips dragged down to Taehyung's jaw, teeth grazing skin before returning to his mouth. "Or is this you... breaking?"
Taehyung didn't answer. He kissed harder, kissed like he would rather drown in Jungkook than admit defeat.
His body shook with cold, with fury, with everything he refused to name but he never pulled back. Not once.
And Jungkook, smirking against the violence of Taehyung's mouth, only pulled him closer.
Jungkook's hands gripped Taehyung's waist tight. Taehyung didn't kiss back now.... he just leaned into it, not out of desire, but because his body no longer had the strength to resist
His hands twitched at his sides, aching to push him away, yet all he did was let his weight fall into Jungkook's hold.
With a swift motion, Jungkook's arms slid beneath him, lifting him effortlessly. Taehyung's body instinctively curled against him, arms wrapping weakly around Jungkook's neck as he buried his face into the man's chest. His breath came out shaky, shallow, almost pleading without words.
"Silent now?" Jungkook's voice rumbled low, his mouth brushing the shell of Taehyung's ear. "Not so bold anymore, yeah?"
Taehyung only trembled, his silence louder than any protest. He tried to speaj but the cold he felt didn't let him.
Jungkook carried him across the room and laid him down on the bed, hovering above him like a predator savoring its prey.
The chain around his neck slipped forward, cold metal brushing against Taehyung's cheek, making him flinch. Jungkook's lips curved at the reaction.
He leaned down, lips grazing Taehyung's ear as he whispered, "Still any rebellion left in you?"
Taehyung's wide eyes searched his, but all he could do was give a faint shake of his head. His voice was gone... stolen by the cold, the fear, and the weight of Jungkook's presence.
"Good," Jungkook purred, satisfaction dripping from his tone. His hand cupped the side of Taehyung's face possessively, thumb dragging across his damp skin.
Then, without warning, he crushed his mouth against Taehyung's again, the kiss forceful, punishing, a declaration of dominance rather than affection.
Taehyung's body stayed pliant beneath him, his only defiance the tears that burned at the corners of his eyes.
His soft whimpers spilled into Jungkook's mouth, muffled, needy-fueling the younger man's hunger.
"Mhm-" Taehyung's breath hitched as Jungkook's warm, calloused hands slid under his shirt, dragging up along trembling skin. Goosebumps erupted under every touch, and Taehyung arched his body upward with a shiver.
"C-Cold..." he stammered breathlessly, but Jungkook only let out a low hum, the sound vibrating deep in his chest as he deepened the kiss, lips parting, tongue sliding against Taehyung's in a slow, consuming rhythm that left no space for protest.
Breaking the kiss only when Taehyung was gasping, Jungkook pressed his forehead against his, their breaths mingling hot and heavy in the silence between them.
His lips brushed over Taehyung's jaw before trailing lower... kissing down the slope of his neck, tasting the shuddering skin as his hands roamed possessively.
"uhm-" Taehyung's voice cracked when Jungkook pinched the soft skin of his stomach, teasingly cruel.
His back arched at the sensation, one hand gripping Jungkook's hair tightly, pulling but not really resisting. His body trembled under the sharp mix of heat and cold, pleasure and frustration.
"You're mine." Jungkook murmured against his skin, voice low and rough, almost a growl. His teeth sank lightly into the curve of Taehyung's neck, biting hard enough to make him gasp.
Dark marks bloomed along the pale skin, and Jungkook licked over them with slow, possessive strokes of his tongue, sealing the claim.
Taehyung whimpered, He clutched at him, helpless, lost under the heat radiating from Jungkook's body. "fuck y-you-"
Jungkook's smirk brushed against his throat as his hands slid higher, finding Taehyung's chest. His fingers teased, then pinched Taehyung's sensitive buds, earning a broken whimper that dissolved into a moan.
Taehyung's hands clawed at Jungkook's chest, trying weakly to push him away, but the second Jungkook sucked on the tender skin just above his collarbone, his strength melted into nothing.
"Shh," Jungkook whispered darkly, dragging his teeth along Taehyung's skin again. "Only I get to touch you like this."
Taehyung's lips parted in a shaky gasp, his eyes fluttering shut as the world around him blurred into heat and sensation. All he could hear was Jungkook's voice... rough, dangerous, burning into him like a vow.
"Every part of you is mine and I'll tear apart anyone foolish enough to forget that."
The words echoed in his ears, ruthless and absolute, as Jungkook's lips claimed him again marking, biting until Taehyung could no longer hold back the moans spilling past his lips, his body trembling helplessly beneath the man who owned him.
Jungkook shifted lower, tugging Taehyung's wet shirt up just enough to reveal the smooth skin of his waist.
His eyes caught the delicate inked letters of His name, curving along his side, and a slow, dark smile spread across Jungkook's lips. He pressed his mouth around the tattoo, sucking gently, teasingly, and Taehyung gasped, shivering against him.
His hands fumbled at the damp fabric, and Jungkook, with deliberate slowness, began unbuttoning Taehyung's shirt. Each button undone revealed more of his pale, shivering skin, glistening with droplets from the bath, exposed and vulnerable.
"more..." Taehyung, in a rare moment of frustration, lofted himself slightly, brushing his hips lightly against Jungkook's, testing the line of control. Jungkook inhaled sharply, his chest rising, low and dangerous.
"Don't do that." he murmured against Taehyung's waist, voice a husky warning.
But Taehyung could only groan, the mixture of cold, desire, and hate tangled in his chest. He leaned involuntarily, pressing closer, desperate for warmth he refused to admit he needed.
Jungkook returned to the tattoo, lips gliding over the curve of Taehyung's skin, teasing and claiming, letting his teeth graze just enough to make Taehyung whimper.
He looked up expecting some reaction, some defiance but...stilled.
Taehyung's body had gone slack. His head lolled back, eyes closed, eyelashes damp, lips parted in a shallow gasp.
Water droplets clung to the fine hairs along his neck, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, fingers loosely gripping Jungkook's shirt as if he were trying to hold on even in unconsciousness.
Jungkook's hand drifted to his own hair, running through it slowly.
He paused, staring at Taehyung the red marks along his neck, the tattoo at his waist, the pale skin glistening with droplets all laid bare and utterly vulnerable.
For the first time in the session, Jungkook simply... looked. The tension hung thick in the air, heavy and intoxicating, and though Taehyung was out cold, his presence, his scent, his helplessness pressed against Jungkook like a claim.
Slowly, deliberately, he eased himself back, letting his gaze roam over every shivering, wet curve, every mark he'd left a predator savoring his prize, breath still coming heavy, pulse racing despite the sudden stillness in Taehyung's body.