Jungkook had checked his phone at least twenty times slumped at the back of the cab,his foot impatiently tapping on the footwell.
Every vibration set his nerves on fire. Every stop at a red light made him impatiently clench his teeth against the inside of his mouth.
That damn text two days ago was still roaming in his mind. And now the time had finally arrived. The time to learn what happened to his friend.
And despite every instinct within him warning him of the danger his decision held, Jungkook was resolute in finding the answers he was looking for.
The hotel lounge was buzzing with a loud, irritating jazz hum that matched perfectly with Jungkook's thoughts. High heels and custom made shoes tapped sharply on the polished marble but he hardly noticed it.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek,his palm squeezing the lighter in his black, leather jacket pocket,his eyes scanning around the area and every unknown face.
He was utterly on edge, breathing in and out and his stomach twisted. Each second of waiting felt like an eternity,his pulse thundering in his ears.
He pushed the glass doors of the bar open,eyes sweeping the elegant but smoke - filled room, bracing himself to deal with either useful information or a blackmailer.
Was he heading into a trap?
Or he'd finally learn the truth?
The instant his eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar figure sitting at the bar stool and stopped dead on his tracks.
Aespa.
What the fuck was she doing there?
Instinctively,he stepped back into the shadows, trying to make himself scarce, shifting to find an isolated corner out of her sight and hide, hoping she wouldn't notice him.
However,luck was definitely not on his side!
" You've got to be joking with me." he muttered under his breath.
Aespa hoisted her head, looking straight at him,stunned at first,a hint of tauntness in her features before her face instantly glowed with joy.
" Jungkook?" her voice sweet with a tag of surprise, drifted over the jazz music.
Annoyance flared across Jungkook's face, exhaling sharply through his nose, refusing to take one step. He cursed multiple times in his head before forcing himself to put on a fake mask of politeness." Small world. What are you doing here?"
" Ouch, Jungkook!" She exclaimed with a small chuckle." Hi to you too!" She slowly rose from her stool,that mocking glint Jungkook thought he had seen in her face was replaced with softness.
Her shoulders slumped, taking a step towards him then regretting it and sat back at her barstool." It's nice seeing you again."
Jungkook glanced around the bar, restless and riled at the unexpected encounter. She shouldn't have been there. It complicated things way too much for him because if the person he was meeting actually saw her he might leave.
" Look.. I'm busy so.."
" Not so happy to see me,huh?"
Jungkook sighed." What do you think after the stands you pulled last time?"
The woman studied him for a moment and gradually her expression shifted into something soft and genuine." Still mad at me? I guess I deserve that."
The younger clenched his fists inside his jacket pockets, nearly crashing the lighter." Shouldn't I be?"
" I get it. I'm probably the last person you want to see. I've caused you trouble and messed up big time but it wasn't on purpose. Really.. it wasn't." A deep sigh slipped through her rosy lips, swirling the glass in her hand as she looked straight at him.
Jungkook blinked and checked his watch. It was 7:10pm and the stranger was late. He couldn't leave but he couldn't stay either and sitting next to her felt like walking straight into a minefield.
His thoughts evolved around on how to get rid of her and follow his initial plan so he paid no attention to her words.
" I acted like a complete ass. Didn't care about your feelings and wants. I just.. it was hard to admit I couldn't make you happy and I lost you to a.. man. Especially since I thought you were actually straight. My bad.. Happy now?"
" A little."
A tiny laugh escaped her." Sit with me for a drink. If it's not too much trouble."
" I'm meeting someone. Sorry." Jungkook replied flatly." Don't have time to rack up the past."
" Five minutes. One drink."
" I already told you I can't."
" Wait with me till that someone comes. We're civilised enough to have a drink together. For old times shake." She pleaded,her long fingers faintly grazing his forearm and Jungkook's body stiffened.
" Aespa.."
" After what happened I've wanted to set the record straight. I've been horrible to you and selfish. I didn't want to lose you and I acted out of spite but I really loved you.I'm sorry.. I hope you can forgive me."
Jungkook hesitated. His instinct warned him to be cautious and alert around her. Not to get distracted and let his guards down.
" Please." Her voice broke and for a moment,just a moment,Jungkook saw a flash of the kind girl he had met that night before the tsunami called ' Taehyung ' crushed onto him and turned his world upside down.
He sighed heavily,his defenses cracking, thinking what harm could a drink do? It would take away his stress. He checked his phone for a message before pulling out the stool next to her but at a safe distance.
" Five minutes." he responded calmly,his gaze pinned at the entrance.
" Thank you Jungkook." she cracked a smile, signalling to the bartender."Whiskey right?
Jungkook stirred in his seat." Yeah."
And while the bartender poured the ice and the amber liquid, Aespa initiated a small talk, asking him about Jimin,his work at the bar, avoiding the ' Kim ' subject on purpose and sharing her news about work.
Her tone was surprisingly barren of her usual sharpness. No games, no flirting and Jungkook found himself nodding more than he wanted, answering in short sentences while his eyes fettered around the bar and at every man entering.
Where the fuck was that man?
Why hadn't he come yet?
Did he have second thoughts about meeting him?
Or was this a hoax?
Some asshole toying with him?
" To new beginnings!" Aespa toasted warmly, raising her glass and clinking it against his.
Jungkook crammed down a generous gulp of his whiskey, allowing the bitter alcohol to burn his way along his throat and possibly numb the anxiety coiling in his stomach.
He glanced at her. She looked tired, practically drained in a way he couldn't pinpoint or explain. Not physically but rather emotionally.
" Will you accept my apologies? For acting like a weirdo and being a jealous ass?"
" You were jealous?"
"Wasn't it too obvious? The signs were all there but I chose to ignore them." She softly admitted, taking a small sip of her whiskey."The way you were looking at him was enough to burn down half the planet."
Jungkook didn't have an ounce of guilt for his choice. He wanted Taehyung the way he never wanted anything else in his life and wouldn't miss the chance to have him.
Sure it started as a physical need but deep inside him he had always known. It wasn't just lust. It was love but his fear of admitting it and his ego held the leash.
" Let's drop it, shall we?"
" Oh come on Jungkook! Being prude doesn't suit you! Relax!"
Jungkook flashed an awkward smile and gulped another sip of his whiskey but within minutes the room suddenly felt warm. Warmer than it should.
Initially,he pinned it on the stress and anxiety of the Minhun situation but as minutes flew by,his vision blurred,the dim lights of the bar faded into something sharper,heat crawled under his skin.
He frowned and awkwardly stirred in his seat, squeezing the glass between his fingers.
He blinked hard, trying to keep his eyes open but all of the sudden the heat dangerously rammed up. It wasn't the pleasant buzz of the alcohol that made his throat dry and the collar of his shirt feel suffocating.
" Jungkook? Are you feeling alright? You look slightly flushed." Aespa's voice sounded strangely bare as she craned closer and her perfume,sharp and intense,showered his senses, causing his head to violently spin.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
" I'm.. I'm ok.. the whiskey.." Jungkook spatted out but his tongue felt heavy and his thoughts became sluggish. The continuous heartbeat, thrashing against his ribs,the staggering heat pooling in his stomach,made his flesh hyper sensitive and his mind turned chaotic.
' This isn't right.. What's happening to me? It's so.. freaking hot.. I'm burning.. fuck! It's so bloody hot..'
He pressed his palm on his throat and chest, rubbing the feverish flesh,breath caught up in his burning lungs. His other hand tried to grab the edge of the bar to ground himself but his fingers felt mushy.
The heat became unbearable, spreading through every pore of his body like maddening lava." What.. the.. hell..? I'm.. it's.. too.. damn..hot.. I.. can't.."he managed to stammer.
Blots of sweat stuck on his forehead, warmth climbed up his neck and reached his cheeks in one rush,even his ears turned red.
Aespa's eyes shifted into something malicious, glowing with a viciousness Jungkook had never seen before or perhaps it was his imagination.
Her expression was a mixture of wicked satisfaction and spite,the smile curling up on her lips could slit someone's throat.
" Don't worry, Kook. Just relax.. relax baby.." she leaned closer, whispering to his ear,a cunning sneer forming on her lips,giving its place to concern."You might actually enjoy it." Her voice sounded distant but dripping with venom.
The raw realization hit him hard but it was too late.
He was drugged.
Someone had spiked his drink.
Aespa..
The bar shrunk till it became a tiny hole closing around him.Her face blurred while the room began spinning in a frantic rhythm.He tried to stand up,to break away from the suffocating heat consuming his body only for his knees to completely buckle.
His focus shattered, darkness covered his vision,his stomach wreathed as his jaw dropped to his chest and his entire body lunged on against the edge of the bar.
Strong hands grabbed both of his arms but even the sensation felt bizarre,making his pulse throb violently in his ears and his breathing broke into a shallow panic, consuming him.
" Aes.." he didn't get to finish the sentence, unable to focus as the world became a hazy blur and the last thing he registered was the clinking sound of his glass shattering on the floor before darkness consumed him whole.
He had walked straight into a trap.
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Pain came first.
A dull, crushing pain behind his eyes, grave and thumping, as if something was squashing his skull from the inside.
His body burning with a feverish heat, trapped inside his veins and spreading through every pore till even breathing became unbearable.
He ached with a febrile sensitivity that each brush of fabric against his heated flesh made his stomach coil with sickness.
Then came the voices and laughter.
Too loud,too close,too vibrant.
A rumbling noise of taunt and wicked laugh.
His eyelashes were glued shut,his brows twitched weakly before he forced his eyes half opened, vision blurred. The ceiling above him dangled, shifting in and out under the dazzling lights.
For a second nothing made sense inside his head. He remembered the ride at the back of the cab,the bar,Aespa,the drink but after that.. nothing.
Everything went black.
As he tried to move,he felt the weight pinning him down and his body jerked brutally,his breath hitched and panic slammed into him.
No.. it wasn't the ceiling.
It was a man..
A bulky man loomed over him, trapping him between his thighs, tattoos snaking across his naked arms and chest. The stinking smell of cheap alcohol, smoke and sweat flooded his nostrils so brutally his stomach churned in repulsiveness.
The man sneered, eyes feasting on the younger's exposed,red chest." Well! Well! Look who's finally awake. I was afraid you'd miss the fun,slut."
Raw panic instantly exploded inside Jungkook's chest. He shoved hard against the man's viscid shoulders, body jerking beneath with a horrified look on his distorted face, instinct taking over but his hands didn't work properly.
His body was sluggish and weak under the intolerable weight as if his muscles were no longer functioning.
A broken sound of despair tore from his quivering lips still under the influence of the drug." What.. the.. hell.." his voice cracked."Let.. go.."
A teeth rattling laughter roared inside the walls. Blurry shapes moving.
Jungkook's head snapped sideways and fear clawed in his veins turning them to ice. His own brain rejected the stark reality.
There were five other men scattered around the room. Japanese, all of them.Colourful tattoos covered their skin, fully naked, fisting their shafts and jerking off, watching his agony with a grin that reeked of satisfaction,thick smoke clouding the already suffocating air.
One of them leaned against the wall, working on his cock, winking at poor Jungkook. Another one was sitting on an armchair, legs spread,jacking off with a vicious leer on his thin lips, staring at Jungkook's trapped practically naked body, clearly relishing the show.
" Mmmm.. feisty. " Another one barked out hissing." I love a man playing hard to get. I fuck him better." He spit on his thick dick and his hand tugged it up and down.
Jungkook, gathering all his strength,shoved at the man's chest with both hands, battling with the dizziness and the drug effects that were wrecking his movements and his limbs felt jellylike.
He kicked hard beneath the man,nails scraping his skin while struggling to break free but the man was too strong,too heavy.
" Fuck, boy. You've got claws. You like it hard." he spit out, slanting over the boy's face,his tongue licking his chin, trailing upwards to his lips and nose,eyes dipped in lust.
Jungkook felt sick to his stomach at the disgusting touch and spit on his face." Fuck you."
" Oh I will fuck you,slut. All of us will. We'll give you a night you'll never forget."He threw a kiss at Jungkook,his lips forming into something devious." I bet you're all wet and ready to be wrecked."
" Yeah! Damn right,bitch. You'll be our personal sex slave." the man on the chair blinked, slumping back at his chair, biting his lips.
" We'll drill that nice ass and breed you to the fullest." Another man standing next to bed spat out, lolling his tongue and flicking it up and down.
Jungkook's heart stopped,his breath clogged in his throat and the fear hit fever pitch. These men had malicious intentions,they were gonna rape him in turns and enjoy it.
How did it come to this?
His mind stumbled through fragmented flashes, desperately trying to connect the dots as the drug kept smearing his effects,poisoning his thoughts,his body, creating an explosive gush of heat all over him.
Aespa.
She trapped him.
She was responsible for what was happening to him.
That evil woman disguised as an angel. She spiked his drink and drove him to this.
The man on top of him snatched his wrists,slammed them above his head, pinning them there, blocking his movements,forcing out a loud sob from Jungkook's trembling mouth.
" Stop moving,bitch." he slashed."I promise you'll like it. Look at them.. they're hard because of you."
Jungkook bucked upwards, jerking his wrists in a desperate attempt to escape his grip, kicking his feet again in a way it wretched out scornful,loud roars of amusement.
" LET ME GO! DON'T TOUCH ME!" he raved on the top of his lungs in fury,eyes watery from the tears gathering in the corners." Do you even know who I am?"
" Oh! We know exactly who you are! Jeon! That's what makes it so enjoyable."
So it wasn't random. It was carefully planned. Aespa was at the hotel on purpose. The stranger he had arranged to meet was her all along.. she was behind this.
The man attacked his lips aggressively with Jungkook scrunching them together and wrenching his face away to block the kiss.
Beneath his flesh,loatheness crackled at the touch,waves of fear swamped in his veins,his breaths came out ragged and the panic had sharpened into something uglier and far more dangerous.
The bulky man held his wrists with one hand,the other one tracing a grazing line along his chest, squeezing hard on his nipple then trailing lower between his thighs and reaching for his underwear.
That was when the boy realised in horror,he was in one of Taehyung's favourite thongs. He had left in such a hurry,he had forgotten to change.
" You really are a dirty slut in a thong. So ready for us." the man whispered in his ear and his stinky breath hit him like crushing waves.
Jungkook's screams echoed throughout the entire floor. He screamed and screamed, hoping to be heard but nobody came..
Nobody...
His feet launched upwards, kicked him harder and harder, head swaying left and right, sobbing, growling and cursing.
His mind felt both terrifyingly loud and utterly numb. A part of him wanted to keep fighting and another one wanted to vanish completely.
However his strength gave out almost immediately as the aphrodisiac burned through his body,more mercilessly this time,making his muscles frail and feeble despite the adrenaline rushing through him.
His weakness to resist felt humiliating as he couldn't physically overpower the beast on top of him. And for someone as stubborn and proud as Jungkook that realization destroyed him.
His skin turned hypersensitive,his erratic pulse smashed all the way to his temples, nausea and heat blending together. His own body betrayed him and tears burnt his eyes.
Tears of terror, disgust and frustration.
" Pl - please.. don't.." he choked out,his voice thickened with tears." Please.. don't.. let me.. go.. don't.. touch.. me.. nobody touches me.. please.." Even the words tasted like bitter humiliation.
The man smirked, squeezing his wrists." Much better. I get hard at seeing you cry,you pathetic bitch!"
" Yeah! Fuck that whore! Come on!" a man roared.
" I bet he's good at sucking cocks!" another one added.
" Shut the fuck up! I'll be the first to drill that hole and once I fuck him raw you can bang him too. " He rubbed his hard cock on Jungkook's and moaned." I bet he can take two or three cocks up his asshole. He's high, can't you see it?"
Jungkook kept crying and begging to let him go, shaking his head,tears slipping uncontrollably." No.. please.. I can.. give you.. money.. lots of money.. just let.. me go.. please."
One of them barked out a devious laugh." He thinks it's about money."
The younger 's chest throbbed roughly, breath coming out in clogs,sweat spreading over his flesh and that's when Taehyung's image flashed before his eyes.
Taehyung...
Nobody was allowed to touch him but his daddy. Only his hands had the right.
Only him..
What would happen if those men actually.. raped him?
His body would be violated in the most savage way, desecrated and filthy.
Taehyung would never touch him again after that. He'd cast him out and end their contract.
He'd lose the only person he ever loved..
" Please... please stop.. let me go.. don't touch me.. please.. please.. please..." he repeated desperately.But he didn't. The more Jungkook begged and cried the more turned on they got at his anguish.
The man stooped over, squeezing harder around the boy's wrists, hushing him." We're gonna fuck you in turns, stuffing your hole with our hot cum and you'll be begging for more.. for more dicks to rape that pussy ass of yours." He licked his lips,his saliva dripping on Jungkook's face, making his guts churn in nausea." Don't fight it,bitch. You can't escape us."
With a malevolent chuckle his rough, callous fingers drooped lower and fondled over the younger's clothed cock while Jungkook's head began spinning again and sank his lower abdomen deeper into the mattress.
He wanted to die.
Involuntarily,his watery eyes focused on a picture of a peaceful shore, hanging from the wall.
Peace and tranquility..
Happy moments..
It didn't last long enough.
Every sound instantly felt sharper and distorted all at once,his mind screamed at him to fight.. to fight harder when his body refused to cooperate. He felt useless,and lagged behind his mind.
' No. No,this isn't happening.. No! No! Please.. someone help! '
The moment the man tried to kiss him once again, out of pure instinct, Jungkook sank his teeth into the man's lips till iron bloomed on his tongue,wet and warm.
The stranger roared in pain while hissing." You little bitch! You'll pay for this! I'm gonna fucken rip you apart!"
" Don't you.. freaking touch me!" Jungkook wailed,voice slowly cracking." Nobody touches me."
The whole room burst into chaos. Yelling, cursing, laughing. Someone gripped his ankles, bringing him to a standstill. Jungkook kicked his feet,weeping openly,his whole body trembling nonstop.
" TAEHYUNG! " the only word heard from his quivering lips. The only name powerful enough to keep him sane, echoing like a prayer,a hope in his darkest hours." TAEHYUNG! PLEASE SAVE ME! PLEASE..."
Taehyung was the one person his mind was reaching for over and over and over..
He'd come.
He had to.
' Please Tae.. please save me.. come and take me away.. please.. please..'
Taehyung didn't.
Because Jungkook was so stupid he hadn't told a living soul about this meeting. Not even to Jimin. He had decided to play the bloody hero and look where it got him.
The man snatched his jaw, forcing him to look at him,fury and lust twisting his ugly face." You think he's coming for you? To save you Jeon? You're ours now.. and after we're done with you, we'll sell you. " His filthy eyes scanned his body." With that body, you'll get a good price."
Jungkook stood still. His chest hurled fiercely in dismay, his insides churned painfully as revulsion deepened.
That was his fate?
To be sold like a piece of meat to the highest bidder and become a sex slave for some sleazy,old man, forced to indulge perverts and their corrupted fantasies?
"He'll come.. my Taehyung will.. come.. " he nagged, tears flooding his vision, dripping from his flushed face onto the mattress.
They all laughed at him. Taunting and cruel.
" You still don't get it." he sneered." No one is coming. You belong to us.. for now."
Jungkook's eyes slowly shut, feeling the weight above him crushing him..
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The leather steering wheel aggressively jerked under Taehyung's strong grip,slick from the cold sweat pooling in his palms. His chest felt constricted like hot steel was pressing against it and with each passing second his breathing gradually turned shallow and ragged.
' Wanna find your lover boy?Prima Hotel. Room 107.'
The message from the bright screen of his phone seemed as if it was mocking him. The moment he received it getting into his car, he was on edge.
What was Jungkook doing in a hotel downtown?
Was he meeting anyone?
But who and why at a hotel and not at a café?
So when he opened the tracking app in the boy's watch for verification,it pinpointed Jungkook's exact location at that specific hotel and his world crumbled.
A suffocating wave of fear crashed over him, trapping his mind into a loop of worst case scenarios.
Images of Jungkook beaten,bound, bleeding and crying,pinned against a wall or crammed at a dark corner flashed in front of his eyes.
Was Jungkook abducted?
Was it a ransom demand?
Did his enemies finally fulfill their threats and captured him?
But why at a busy hotel in the centre where everyone could see them?
It didn't make any sense at all.
Imagining Jungkook's vulnerability at the mercy of his vicious enemies,twisted his blood into ice. The thought of losing him or arriving too late to save him from them, clawed at his throat till his stomach knotted and nausea wrapped him.
He pressed his foot harder against the accelerator,the engine howled in sync,a booming rumble vibrated through his chest
The moment his car screeched to a halt outside the hotel, Taehyung didn't even bother to park it properly. He swung the door open,his limbs shaking so fiercely he could barely stand up,threw the keys to the parking valet as he rushed into the lobby, passing by blurry faces to reach the elevator.
His fingers repeatedly hit the button,teeth gabbering from a powerful adrenaline rush that racked his entire body.
" Oh come on! Go faster goddamn it. Please let him be ok! Please God! Don't let him get hurt because of me.." he kept mumbling through clenched teeth as if someone was actually hearing him.
The elevator doors insisted on remaining shut. Each passing floor felt like an eternity, pushing him straight into the abyss. Nausea bloomed,sour and sharp, beneath his ribs,a lump formed in his throat.
Thick blots of sweat rolled down his forehead, stinging his eyes but he didn't even blink. His jaw tightened so hard it actually hurt and his expression turned into a mask of raw terror.
The moment the doors burst open,he practically flew out, rushing through the corridor,his shoes clicking heavily on the shiny floor. His eyes quickly scanned the numbers. 102,103 till he stood outside room 107.
Taehyung didn't think about knocking,he threw his whole body against the heavy door, pounding his fists in a desperate bid to knock it down, to eliminate whatever barrier was standing between him and Jungkook.
Nothing.
He threw kicks at it and surprisingly the fierce pressure forced the door to shatter under the brutal force of his shoes.
The door flew open and slammed against the wall, the sound resembling a gunshot while he stormed in, the terror and the rescuer adrenaline instantly died in his throat.
The air inside the room was thick and squalid with the cloying scent of cheap aftershave, spilt booze,sweaty flesh and the predatory musk of a trap springing shut.
There was no blood,no ropes,no kidnapper holding a gun to Jungkook's head.
Instead,in the chaotic luxury and the wrinkled, silky sheets was Jungkook.
His Jungkook.
The heartbreaking truth of what he was facing hit him like a physical punch to the sternum. The scene unfolding right in front of his face in an agonising,slow motion made his blood turn to ice cold.
Pinned and tangled against the silky,red sheets of the huge bed was Jungkook. Flushed faced and breathless, eyes glistening and rolled back,body naked and covered only by a black thong,his wrists trapped above his head. His expression was that of a man wrapped in pure bliss.
A bulky,naked, tattooed man was towered above him, gripping his wrists while five other men lounged around the stinking room, completely naked and hard, jerking off their cocks. The residue of a rough, wild session lingering in the air.
Resembling vultures waiting for their turn, laughing, dirty talking,a sleazy sound that was immediately cut off the second Taehyung barged in.
In that precise moment, something snapped inside Taehyung's chest. The world drained of colours, narrowed down only to a blinding, white wrath.
He didn't scream.
He didn't growl.
He didn't even demand answers.
He simply lurched forward.
The closest man within his reach,a bald guy with a snake tattoo on his head,attempted to block his way but Taehyung didn't even flinch.
With a fierce,fast speed he launched a rough hook that caught the man on the jaw, blood gushing from his broken teeth,face smashed from blow after merciless blow by Taehyung's steeled fist.
The crack echoed through the room as the man's head snapped backwards,his legs entirely giving out while crashing his head on the glassy table, thrashing it into pieces and slumped on the ground.
" What the fuck..." another one yelled, lunging forward with a jackknife.
Driven by raw instinct, Taehyung dodged the swipe with a slight tilt of his torso, instantly snatching the man's wrist, twisting it down till the joint popped, leading the knife straight into his thigh and blew a hard knee into the man's ribs.
The guy choked on his own saliva, dropping on the floor, covered in blood and wheezing in pain.
The room shifted into a blur of violence and blood. Taehyung was a whirlwind of fierce rage and smoldering wrath. Every kick, every punch landing with earth-shattering accuracy.
He caught the third man with a spinning back kick to the chest, slamming him against the wall where he knocked his head on the edge of the doorframe and went out cold.
The other two, observing the bubbling, uncontrollable rage burning in Taehyung's eyes, grabbed a hold of their clothes and bolted out of the room.
Finally, Taehyung 's gaze locked onto the tattooed man on top of Jungkook. He had scrambled off the younger, his predatory instincts hushed under Taehyung's unleashed wrath and his cocky demeanor reduced to fear..?
A slight hint of terror glistered in the man's black eyes while climbing down the bed, backing into a corner.
" Don't be stupid man. Come on.. We can all have him. " he lisped, gulping hard." The guy is one piece of work.. He.. loves cocks. Why else would he come to a hotel with six strangers?" He let out a sly chuckle, taking slow steps,his back hitting the wall.
" I don't like someone's leftovers." Taehyung replied flatly through gnashed teeth,his fists clenching to the sides.
He closed the distance and the crack of his fist against bone brutally echoed through the room, violent enough to send him sprawling against the corner with a choked scream.
Taehyung grabbed him by the throat, pinning him on the cold surface, eyes holding a murderous glee.
The guy barely managed to raise his hands and cover his face when another set of punches crashed into his jaw, lips and nose in a wet crunch as he let out a whoosh of air.
Thick blood spluttered,dripping down his chin and chest, splotches staining Taehyung's expensive, white shirt.
The punches were constant and ruthless,one after one. He couldn't stop. His self control shattered,each strike fueled by Jungkook's image naked under that beast.
" Pl - please.." he coughed blood again while Taehyung's fingers clenched harder around his throat,the man gasping for air.
In a swift move, Taehyung threw a ferocious right cross that split his neck wide open, dragged him by the throat and thrashed his head on the floor in a loud bang like a piece of trash.
The guy fell to the side,placed both arms over his stomach to protect himself when Tae launched the first brutal kick on his gut and ribs with terrifying precision. He stomped him repeatedly like something feral,all teeth and wrath.
The other man grunted, wheezing in pain,choked cries mixing with the coughing of blood,his consciousness held by a tiny thread till he passed out.
Taehyung's fist clenched a few times,his knuckles red from the punching but nothing compared to the pain inside him. He took one sharp inhale before slowly turning around.
" Get up." Taehyung barked,his voice dipped in a dangerous serenity that frightened him.
Jungkook didn't move. He simply laid on the wet,wrinkled sheets,his skin flushed a deep cherry red,his chest lurching as he laboured for breath that didn't seem to reach his lungs.
The aphrodisiac was ripping through his veins, making his body shake with an undurable, agonising heat. His vision was a distorted mess of shadows and light. Incoherent,loud noises drifted back to him,thin and fading.
Through clouds of haze,he saw a tall,broad figure standing above him. As his eyes heavily blinked to clear the fog, he no longer felt the crashing weight on him.
" Get up."
That commanding voice was so familiar. As his eyes steadied on the figure,the sharp willful jaw,the piercing eyes...
Taehyung..
It was him..
He had finally come.
Jungkook's mind was totally warped by the heavy drugs and for a moment he actually thought he was hallucinating, thinking his agonising, desperate need to be saved had him fantasizing things.
Every pore of his body was in grave pain,his veins sizzling with a distorted need. He reached out a shaky hand towards the figure,a weak, pathetic whimper splitting from his swollen lips.
" Tae - Taehyung? You're.. he - here.. pl - please.. I.."
There was no reply from Taehyung. His face held an unreadable, stone cold mask of disgust and indifference but inside that stoned exterior,a fierce war was raging.
His chest sizzled with a toxic mix of smoldering weight of terror for Jungkook's safety and a visceral, crawling loathing for what he had witnessed.
The scene of another man on top of naked Jungkook, touching him with his dirty hands,the other men watching the show, doing unholy things,made him wanna tear the entire world apart.
Made him wanna gouge his eyes out and rip his heart from his chest. His stomach jerked with revulsion, disgust crawled under his skin like tiny insects.
But outside, nothing.
He was as cold as an iceberg.
Nothing more than freezing indifference.
Observing that the younger was utterly lost and unable to stand,he tried to force himself to help him but touching him where others had was twisting his stomach.
He grabbed a bottle of water from the nearby table, flipped it open and threw it on his face. Jungkook's whole body shook violently at the cold attack and let out a choked sob and fully opened his eyes, staring at Taehyung in horror and relief.
" Tae...?" he stammered out, slightly lifting his unbearably heavy head.
" Get the fuck up!"
" W- what..?"
" I said GET THE FUCK UP!"
Jungkook lurched away.With his body still hypersensitive and disoriented, barely obeying him and despite the extensive trembling, Jungkook forced his limbs to move, slithering towards the edge of the bed.
The room sickeningly tilted around him while sitting up, choking on panicked breaths. His knees buckled the second his feet touched the cold floor, fingers roughly grabbing onto the corner of the nightstand for support.
Each gait felt unstable and wrong as if his body was moving faster than his brain. He stumbled backwards, slamming onto the wall so hard that some paintings rattled.
His right hand pressed against the surface to ground himself but heat and confusion still crept into his bones, dizziness blurred his eyes and an unknown terror nested in his heart.
Deprived of any sense of gentleness, Taehyung grabbed a discarded black jacket and a pair of jeans from the floor, thrashing them on Jungkook's quivering frame.
He didn't give a shit if they were buttoned right or if they were even his. He simply needed him dressed because his naked body,covered in fingermarks and bruises - all too damn familiar to him - made his blood boil and sent chills of rage and disgust down his spine.
As Jungkook's trembling fingers pulled the jacket over his shoulders their eyes met and Taehyung's expression hardened into a look of acute,bone - rattling aversion. He was barely holding on to his rage, ready to fly over the handle at any moment.
The sheer detachment in the man's eyes hit Jungkook like a bucket of ice water. The fog in mind dissolved just enough for reality to crash him down.
This wasn't a dream or a hallucination.
Taehyung was actually there and judging by the look on his weirdly calm face, he thought..
Oh God!
He actually believed he wanted this.
That somehow he had provoked it or even arranged to meet with strangers just to..
Yet who wouldn't?
He had found him naked in a room full of men and on top of that Jungkook was in the most awkward position.
He had no idea about the reason that had brought him to that hotel or about Minhun and his unexpected encounter with Aespa.
He had only seen half of the scene. The one that looked wickedly erotic to his eyes. Not the fear and panic,the cries and pleads for help,the agony and pain.
He didn't know he was drugged and forced into this against his will.
Those bastards would have taken turns in raping him if they hadn't already done it while being unconscious.
" No.. Taehyung.. it's not.. " The words scraped out,his throat tight with terror,tears of frustration and pain spilling down his flushed cheeks between heaving breaths and sobs.
He reached out a hand to grip Taehyung's suit,fingers freezing mid air as Taehyung stepped back to avoid him." It's not.. what you..think.. it's not.. what it.. looks..like.. They.. they attacked me.. Aespa.. she drugged me.. please Tae.. you have.. to believe me.. I can.. explain.. I swear to.. God I.. I'd never.."
" Shut the fuck up. " Taehyung cut him off,his voice low and void, deprived of any kind of warmth or sympathy. It was far worse than if he had screamed at him.
" Taehyung please.. hear me out.. I'd never.. cheat on you.." Jungkook implored,an excruciating ache squeezing his chest, twisting his heart. His voice broke and his tears were flowing down his face like a downpour." I didn't.. do anything.. they tried to.. to rape me.."
He covered his mouth with his palm to choke his cries and as he gawked at the man's somber, dark eyes his throat constricted and chest pumped up and down.
" I said,fucken zip it,Jeon." the man lashed out, marching towards the door, bluntly dismissing the desperate pleas,his expression remaining a brew of coldness and emotional void.
He was in no mood to hear his absurd excuses. He knew what he had seen with his own eyes and nothing could erase that image.
Jungkook having an orgy with six men.
I guess one cock wasn't enough for him and needed a variety.
Jeon Jungkook was a real slut starving for cocks.
" I can't.. walk.."
" I'm not touching your filthy body,Jeon. Crawl if you have to. You're used to it."
Volatile wrath exploded inside him and if it was unleashed,it would swallow them both. " I fucking said move your feet." he ordered blatantly, storming out of the room with fury burning in his eyes without looking back.
Jungkook's body refused to move, glued to the floor. The steady foot clacking of the man's shoes in the corridor tore down every shred of hope he had left.
He didn't believe him.
He never would.
For Taehyung he was nothing more than a man hungry for cocks. Their whole relationship,the contract was based solely on that factor.
He let out a bitter chuckle.
His own words echoed in his head. ' I don't want your fucken money. I want your cock.'
At that point, Jungkook was completely oblivious to the fact that he probably already had feelings for Taehyung but was scared shirtless to admit them.
He dragged his feet out into the corridor, stumbling and swaying,his head flapping left and right as the drugs continued to wreak havoc on his body.
The younger was in a dreadful condition,his flesh was on fire,his heart was bursting out of his ribs in an agonising ache and the crushing reality of Taehyung's haughty,flat rejection was suffocating him.
Taehyung marched his way towards the elevator, impatiently holding the doors for Jungkook and the second he stumbled in, the man jabbed the button for the parking lot. The silence inside the steel box was earsplitting, disturbed only by Jungkook's gasped breathing.
Jungkook couldn't bring himself to gaze at the man, begging for a single look of understanding and sympathy. He leaned against the glass,hands turned into fists, trying to control the urge to cry his heart out, fall to his knees and beg him to believe him.
However, Taehyung kept his eyes straight ahead at the metallic doors,his jaw tightened so hard every vein in his body jumped out.
As soon as the doors slid open to the underground garage, Taehyung barged out, ambling towards his sports car,keys already in the ignition, getting into the driver's seat without having the courtesy to help Jungkook.
The loud bang of his door shutting forced a strong flinch on the boy as Jungkook practically poured his limp, feverish body into the leather passenger's seat.
" Taehyung...'
The man raised his hand and stopped him cold before Jungkook could whisper another word,starting the engine, the beastly car roaring to life.
Without so much as throwing him a sideways glance, Taehyung shifted the gear and drove into the night,leaving the chaos behind but entering a brittle silence that was far more threatening.
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Jungkook,deep inside, had always known they'd come to this. Somehow he carried the suspicion and fear for weeks. When a relationship begins on cracked foundations it's bound to rotten and end.
He didn't expect it to happen so soon or in such a way.
The heavy door of the penthouse swung shut with a low,dull boom but even that made Jungkook flinch.
During the whole ride, Taehyung hadn't said a single word, hadn't thrown a single glance at Jungkook. His focus was on the road ahead, occasionally squeezing the wheel and abruptly shifting gears.
Jungkook could only cramp in his seat,arms wrapped around his trembling body, thinking of the worst possible scenario. He had to finally explain to Tae why and how this happened but in order for him to understand he'd have to tell him about Minhun.
He couldn't afford to lose him.
He'd die if he lost Taehyung.
Taehyung headed straight towards the bar the second the door shut. He poured some whiskey, gulped it all down then refilled his glass and stood by the window, staring at the vast city drenched in neon lights.
His expression was that of a man carved in stone. His once glowing eyes had blurred into a dark, troubled ocean of indifference. Yet, beneath the stoic exterior,his veins ran icy cold.
The ghostly images of that hotel room had engraved deep into his mind, fueling a raw, agonising sense of betrayal. Jungkook's naked body pinned on cheap,wrinkled sheets,the sleazy bastard hoovering above him, the vulnerability and lust in his eyes.
Lust that was meant only for Taehyung.
Standing by the door, Jungkook was a total wreck. His body was a battlefield as the drugs were still insisting to torment his system. The booming sounds of his heart throbbing in his chest,about to explode,was creating a splitting headache and that damn scorching heat pulsed under his skin,making every patch of fabric feel like the caldrons of hell.
However, worse than the physical torture was the growing terror of losing Tae, clawing in his throat. The man had gotten the wrong idea about tonight, thinking he was unfaithful,had willingly participated in an orgy and had violated the terms of their contract.
" Let me.. explain .. Taehyung.. please.. you have to let me tell you everything.." his voice broke under the heavy silence and his knees wobbled.
The man stood still. He didn't move an inch,he didn't utter a word,he didn't even blink. He took a sip of his whiskey, leaning his head on the window casing, seeing his reflection on the glass,his left hand tucked in his pocket.
He had no intention of shouting, arguing,making a scene and a fool of himself or asking for explanations.
What was done was done.
No point crying over spilt milk.
He couldn't change or erase what he saw.
" Go upstairs. Wash the filth off. You reek of cheap booze and sweat." he commanded,his voice flat, stripped of any shred of affection and sympathy." Then we'll talk."
Jungkook's mouth opened and closed without the slightest strength to argue. They were both in a miserable state and perhaps talking later was the best solution to ease some of the tension.
He shuffled his feet towards the stairs and dragged his aching body upstairs, staggering and reaching the handrail for support as he could barely hold his balance. His mind was spinning and the corridor somehow seemed larger and darker.
Once inside their bedroom and as he opened the bathroom door,he stood under it and his shoulders fell. The idea of cold water blasting over his painful body was far worse than the heat.
He dragged his feet,stood in front of the sink,cranked the tap open and rinsed water on his face. He gasped, the shock of the water temperature stole the air out of his lungs.
He clutched onto the edge of the sink,head hanging low, eyes pinned on the floor,not daring to look at his pitiful image in the mirror. Waves of shame and disgust washed over him, feeling violated,defiled and dirty.
Those slimy hands, grotesque faces, repulsive bodies and their wicked laughter rang in his skull,raced through his head like a hamster on a wheel continuously spinning.
Instinctively,he staggered, buckling over the toilet as a dry heave seized him. The bitter burning flow exploded with a savage force that left him laboring for breath. Eyes watery,nose sniffling, throat scratchy,a drooling bridge of saliva connecting his mouth to the vile plash in the toilet.
The fog in his head muffled everything but him. The subtle crush of gravel,the steady pull of breath. He collapsed on the floor,the sound of distant footsteps drifted but he was so lost in his own pain to pay attention.
And he finally broke.
As tears of sorrow and despair,of pent up frustration dripped down his cheeks,his fear grew stronger. Putting aside the raging fever bubbling inside him,he cried.
He wept for what he had gone through.
His agonising sobs tore from his panging chest, dropping his head on the toilet,trying to erase every thought, every touch, every filthy word but it was in vain.
The fire on his blood wouldn't put out. The aphrodisiacs were wreaking him inside out,the overstimulation of his senses faded from physical distress into an unbearable nausea again.
His guts churned into another ruthless knot. Gasping for air,his throat constricted and violent waves of retching heave turned into an acidic bile again.
He puked till his throat ached and his stomach emptied and only then did he feel some kind of relief. The heat in his body gradually faded and the only thing left was the paralysing thought of losing Taehyung.
The fear had rooted in his mind, scaring him to death.
The contract had specific terms. A violation of even one of them meant the deal was off.
Taehyung's eyes had clearly shown him how much he loathed him now. He'd rip up their contract and kick him out.
He'd lose him forever.
And he couldn't live without him.
He loved him more than life itself.
" God please.. don't take him away from me.. please... Please.. don't.."
He clenched his fist over his aching heart, sharply inhaling and exhaling but mostly trying to find the courage to face him.
There was still a tiny hope in him that if he told him about his friend, Taehyung would understand, forgive and forget.
He stayed rooted to the floor for God knows how long and when he gathered all his strength to get up,his muscles felt like mousse,his head buzzed but his skin burnt less.
Stepping out of the bathroom,he found clothes placed on the chair. A pair of grey sweatpants,a black oversized hoodie and a black boxer. Probably left by Taehyung out of obligation.
Jungkook's trembling hands warily got rid of his clothes and pulled them on, staring at his thong with a petrified expression. Even the sight of it burnt his eyes.
Mustering his failing body, Jungkook walked out of the room and crept down the staircase,his bare feet making no sound against the marble.
Taehyung was exactly in the same place as he had left him. Standing by the floor to ceiling window,the crystal glass of whiskey gripping tightly around his long fingers.
The city lights casted sharp shadows across his handsome but stern face, highlighting a mask of pure scornfulness,even though his knuckles had changed into white.
His mind was overflowing with that damn image. Jungkook's flustered,naked body under another man.
A man that wasn't him.
Hands touching what belonged to him.
Sweat - slick flesh shimmering, every inch of him burning with raw desire.
It kept flashing back and forth in his skull with such power,he wanted nothing more than to scream,to break everything,to poke his eyes out,to rip his heart out of his chest.
The disgust he was experiencing had a bitter, almost acidic taste in his mouth. A taste that not even the alcohol could erase even if he tried.
He couldn't stand being in the same room with Jungkook. He could even breathe the same air as him.
Inside him a battle was fought. A battle between want and can.
At that precise moment he had lost the entire war.
Jungkook slowly walked and stood at a safe distance by the fireplace, looking tiny and fragile." Taehyung, let's talk. I can explain everything. Please just listen to me." he pleadingly hissed out,heart thundering so loud in his chest, he was pumping against his temples.
He needed one chance to clear his name.
One opportunity to set the record straight and reveal his secret.
The man had no real interest or intention of listening to his pathetic excuses. He was still back facing him, glaring at the skyline, deliberately avoiding any eye contact.
He cut off Jungkook's words with a chilling, deadly silence that made one thing perfectly clear.
As far as Taehyung was concerned the walls between them had now been breached.
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The silence inside the penthouse was nerve-wracking for both of them. You could cut the tension with a blade.
Jungkook had mistakenly thought a small distance between them could ease the stressful situation but he was apparently wrong.
Nothing could bring back the joyful moments they had once shared.
Jungkook wanted to undo that night more than anything. To turn back time and make a different choice.
Refuse the meeting,reject Aespa's offer for a drink,see beneath her gentle face and rush out of that damn hotel bar without looking back.
But the moment for that had long since passed and the ghost of that room was hanging above their heads like a headsman.
Taehyung wouldn't even look at him. He continued to stare outside, occasionally sipping his whiskey but his posture was that of an ice sculpture.
Deciding to finally speak,his voice dripped not of an explosive wrath but of an imperious calmness,sour and tart.
Utterly dead.
" The contract is terminated. We are over."