His kidnapper asked stepping towards him slowly, "So, JEON..JUNG..KOOK. 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 lust...
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Jin had to step into their chaos as usual. Kidding. He actually came to check on Jungkook with the first aid box, but the moment he entered, he froze on the spot. Jungkook pressed against the cold surface, Taehyung on top of him, still panting, clearly resisting.
Jin coughed dramatically, dragging out the word like a siren, “Booooossssss.”
That finally snapped both of them out of it. Their eyes widened in panic, but their lips were still stuck together like some cursed glue.
What was Taehyung supposed to do in that moment? The humiliation of being caught like this by Jin. Taehyung, who always acted like the composed dominant, hit him like a slap. He was embarrassed. His anger spiked, and in a wave of distraction, he shoved Jungkook off. With just one hard push, he broke free from the tight grip and landed a harsh punch straight to Jungkook’s nose. Jungkook whimpered in pain, his nose bleeding slightly. That punch had been no joke.
“The fuck was that?!” Taehyung barked, wiping his swollen lips, his whole body trembling with fury, backing away, battling with Jungkook’s eyes like they were mortal enemies.
Jungkook, crying inwardly, stood up with a furrowed face scrunched in pain, clutching his nose. and yelled back, “A kisssssssssssssss!”
“I know, you idiot! But why? Why?!” Taehyung shouted, his breath ragged with fury.
“Mister Kim?” Jungkook stepped forward, playing the innocent card.
“Stop! Stop right there, you asshole,” Taehyung snapped back, trying to maintain distance, panicking like his lips had just touched something he never meant to in this lifetime. Yeah. That was love. Affection, he would run his whole life unwanting.
“I asked for your damn ass, not a filthy lip lock.”
Jungkook bent low, pulled his shirt up halfway, and turned just slightly. “Here, take it. Fuck me and get it over with.”
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Taehyung lost it. “You fucking….” His foot landed a sharp kick on Jungkook’s backside, just as Jin ran between them in a panic.
“Boss! Boss! Calm down! Here, ice cubes. For your lips,” Jin said, holding out the box like a peace offering.
Taehyung shoved the box aside in the air, growling, “Move.” And with that, he stormed out, fuming.
Jin sighed as he bent down to gather the mess on the floor. With a tired wave, he looked over at Jungkook. “Get up, will you?”
“Hyung…?” Jungkook groaned as he slowly pushed himself up, rubbing his buttocks like a sulking child.
