Taekook ?? "UNEXPECTED LOVE"

Chapter 8 ?? 18+

He asked, stepping towards him slowly, "So, Jeon Jungkook. Come on, tell me your fantasies. How do you like to get fucked? I mean rough, slow? Oh, hold on, I think you would fit into BDSM play." He trailed his eyes down to his crotch lustfully and winked playfully.

Jungkook clenched his thighs together and screamed, "What are you looking at, you gay bastard?" The veins on his forehead were popping out in anger. "Go ahead. I'll cut off your dick and swallow the bloody remains."

"Oh, are you going to put it in your mouth for me?" He asked with shining eyes. "Well, I wasn't expecting that much. Just the thought turned me on."

Jungkook was stunned by his answer. "Stop your shameless talk, you fucking Kim Taehyung." He leaned on his chair, supporting himself with both hands, closer to his face. Jungkook was quite brave for this; he didn't even flinch and stared back, matching his intensity. Taehyung bit his lips seductively, saying, "Hey, don't look at me like that. You look so sexy with these eyes. It's a bit hard to hold back myself."Jungkook pressed his underlips and turned his face away annoyingly. He smirked and placed his hand on his cheek, while caressing his lower lip warmly with his thumb. "I asked you nicely many times, didn't I? It's you who never listens to me." Jungkook shook his face arrogantly.
"Oh, come on."

The next moment, he picked up the knife lying on the table and ran his long finger over its sharp part. He asked again, more warningly, "So, you won't break easily? Ah, I see." He grabbed his neck tightly, grinned his teeth, and made long cuts. The sharpness of the knife touched the top layer of Jungkook's skin, and his chest bled a little. "Issrhhh..." He slid off his shirt with a knife and glanced at his exposed body. "Oh, someone's looking at me." Jungkook was still giving him death glares and was cursing inwardly.

"Shittt... man!!! Look at those pink nipples of yours, they're already reacting," Taehyung purred, his voice thick with amusement.

"Enough with this bullshit, Mr. Kim, and untie me, right now!" Jungkook roared, strained with a mixture of fear and rage. Suddenly, a cold, heavy hand slid beneath the remnants of his shirt, sending a shiver down Jungkook's spine. Taehyung's eyes gleamed with predatory delight as he ripped the fabric away by the knife, exposing Jungkook's torso. His gaze lingered, tracing the lines of sweat glistening on Jungkook's skin, a silent, possessive appraisal.