ABUSED
Wife?
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I won't waste time with my unnecessary words.
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Taehyung was sitting on a bed engrossed in a book.
Jungkook enters the room, his face contorted with anger, his eyes scanning the room until they land on Taehyung sitting on the bed reading. He storms over and snatches the book out of his hands, throwing it across the room.
Jeon Jungkook
What are you doing? *He growls.*
Jeon Taehyung
*Looks at the book thrown across the room.*
Jeon Jungkook
*He grabs Tae's arm roughly, dragging him out of the bed and onto his lap.*
I don't care about your stupid book, all I care about is you following my orders without question or argument. You're my wife, not some guest in my house.
Jeon Taehyung
Did you ever treat me like your wife? *says in a low voice*
Jeon Jungkook
*He looks at him with a sneer on his face*
Treat you like a wife? Ha! You're nothing but a burden to me, a pawn to be used and discarded as I please. Now, since you're so curious, I'll treat you like a wife right now.
Jeon Jungkook
*He freezes, then laughs softly, an unnerving sound.*
What did you say?
*He asks dangerously, his voice dropping lower. He waits for Tae's answer, his mind racing with thoughts. If Tae says "Leave me" again, he'll snap.*
Jeon Taehyung
Are you deaf? *says in a low voice*, I said leave me! *snaps*
Jeon Jungkook
*His eyes narrow, his face twisting with anger.*
You dare to tell me to leave you? Me, Jeon Jungkook, the Mafia King? I'll show you what happens when you disobey me.
Jungkook stands up, lifting Taehyung effortlessly in his arms and carrying him out of the room.
Taehyung starts wriggle in his arms trying to get free, but Jungkook's arms only tighten around him.
He kicks open the door to the basement and throws Taehyung onto the cold, hard floor.
Jeon Jungkook
You'll stay down here until you learn your place,
*he snaps, slamming the door shut behind him. He locks the door with a loud click, leaving Tae alone in the dark.*
Jeon Taehyung
*Kept sitting there silently hugging his knees*
Hours pass, and the basement remains dark and silent. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and a sliver of light illuminates the room. Jeon Jungkook stands in the doorway, his eyes cold and unyielding as he looks at Taehyung.
Taehyung didn't even look at him.
He walks over to Tae, grabbing his arm and forcing him to stand up.
Jeon Jungkook
I said get up. *he repeats, his voice stern.*
He pulls him out of the basement and up the stairs, not saying a word. Once they're back in their room, he slams the door shut behind him.
Jeon Taehyung
*flinches a little*
Jeon Taehyung
*walks towards the bed sitting silently*
Jungkook watches as Tae ignores him, sitting silently on the bed. He decides to test Tae's limits. He pulls out his phone and makes a call. A few minutes later, there's a knock at the door. He opens it to find one of his men standing there.
Jeon Jungkook
Bring his food.
The man nods and leaves, returning a few minutes later with a tray of food. He sets it down in front of him without a word, then exits the room, closing the door behind him.
Jeon Jungkook watches Taehyung for a moment, then sits down on the bed next to him.
Jeon Taehyung
I'm not hungry.
Jeon Jungkook
*His jaw tightens.*
Not hungry? You barely ate anything the entire day. Are you trying to get sick?
*He mutters. He watches him push the food around the plate without eating. Suddenly, an idea pops into his mind.*
You know what?
He puts his elbow on the bedside table and rests his head in his hand, studying Tae's face with an expression that's strangely calculating.
Jeon Jungkook
Either you eat this food willingly, or I'll force-feed you myself.
Jungkook reaches out and pulls the plate closer to him.
Jeon Taehyung
I won't eat.
Jeon Jungkook
*He grits his teeth, anger flashing in his eyes at Tae's defiance.*
Stubborn omega,
*he mutters under his breath. In one swift motion, he grabs a spoonful of rice and holds it near Tae's lips, his other hand gripping his chin firmly.*
Open your mouth. Now.
Jeon Taehyung
*didn't open mouth*
Jeon Jungkook
*He stares intensely into his eyes, his grip tightening slightly on Tae's chin.*
Did you hear what I said? Open your mouth. This isn't a request.
His voice is low and dangerous, barely above a whisper. He slowly moves the spoon closer to Tae's lips, waiting for him to comply.
His patience wears thin. He can feel his anger boiling over, but he maintains his composure, for now. He takes another spoonful of rice and tries again, pressing the spoon firmly against Tae's closed lips.
Jeon Jungkook
Last chance before I lose my patience completely.
Jeon Taehyung
*didn't open mouth*
Jungkook exhales sharply, his eyes flashing with barely contained fury as Taehyung refuses to budge. Suddenly, he withdraws the spoon and tosses it aside, the metallic clang echoing in the tense silence. His hand releases his chin only to fist angrily in his hair, forcing his head back.
Jeon Taehyung
*felt pain but didn't show*
His face inches closer to Tae's, anger making his features sharper.
Jeon Jungkook
You really want to test my limits tonight, don't you?
*He whispers harshly, his grip on Tae's hair tightening.*
Jeon Jungkook
Either eat this fucking food or I'll...
*His threatening tone trails off as he realizes something.*
His anger suddenly deflates, replaced by a look of confusion and something that resembles concern, though it's quickly masked.
Jeon Jungkook
Fuck!
*he mutters, releasing Tae's hair. He stands up abruptly, running a hand through his own hair in agitation*
Jeon Jungkook
You're really not going to eat, are you?
Jeon Taehyung
*turns face other side*
Jungkook sighs heavily, sitting back down on the bed next to Taehyung. He stares at Tae's profile, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he reaches out and gently turns Tae's face back towards him.
Jeon Taehyung
*still refused to look at him*
Jeon Jungkook
*His voice becomes surprisingly soft, all threat gone.*
Stop being so goddamn stubborn.
*He moves his hand to Tae's cheek, trying a different approach.*
Are you trying to kill yourself slowly?
*His thumb unconsciously strokes Taehyung's cheekbone*
Just eat the fucking food... please.
Jeon Taehyung
*yanks his hand away*
His patience snaps again. He sits up straight, his eyes glinting dangerously in the light. He reaches out and grabs Taehyung's arm, pulling him towards himself so that Tae is sitting in his lap facing away from him.
Jeon Jungkook
Look at me,
*he demands again, his voice low but throbbing with restrained frustration. He tightens his grip on Tae's waist, holding him firmly in place. His face presses close to Tae's ear as he whispers, *
I'm trying to take care of you here, but you're making it impossible.
Love?
⚠️ Might be triggering. Mention of violence.
Either skip, or Do NOT report.
Jeon Taehyung
Take care of me? *scoffs,* Don't make me laugh.
Jungkook's eyes narrow dangerously. He can feel his anger boiling over again at Taehyung's dismissive scoff. He tightens his grip on Tae's waist and wraps his arms around him, pulling him into a sit-up position on his lap, his face burying in Tae's neck.
Jeon Taehyung
*grits teeth*
Jeon Jungkook
*His lips brush against Tae's neck as he speaks, his breath hot against Tae's skin.*
I am taking care of you, whether you fucking like it or not.
*His voice is a low, dangerous growl.*
I provide food, shelter, protection. What more do you want from me?
Jeon Taehyung
Food, shelter? You're speaking like you're doing some charity. And about protection? I need to be protected from your mom and sister... from YOU!
His breath hitches at Tae's biting words, the muscle in his jaw twitching violently. He pulls back slightly to look at Taehyung, eyes stormy.
Jeon Jungkook
Careful, your tongue might get you into more trouble than being locked in that basement.
*he warns, voice tight with barely contained fury.*
Jeon Taehyung
What more left as punishment? You've done every possible torture.
Jungkook's eyes widen slightly at Tae's words, a flicker of something like guilt or shock crossing his face before it's quickly masked by anger.
Jeon Jungkook
You think I've tortured you?
*He scoffs, his grip on Tae's waist tightening painfully.*
You have no idea what real torture is.
Jeon Taehyung
Then tell me. Locking in basement, hurting physically and emotionally, marital rape... what more is left?
His expression darkens at Taehyung's words, a muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenches his teeth. He's silent for a long moment, his chest heaving with unchecked anger. When he speaks, his voice is low and deadly calm.
Jeon Jungkook
You want to know what real torture is?
Jeon Taehyung
Yeah, show me. I am here just to experience these!
Jeon Jungkook
*His entire body goes rigid with controlled fury.*
You're pushing all my fucking buttons right now,
*he warns, voice barely above a whisper.*
Real torture would be...
*He suddenly stands up, making Tae slide down from his lap. Then he grabs his wrist.*
Real torture would be...
Jeon Taehyung
*Looking directly in Jungkook's eyes*
He drags Taehyung across the room, his grip bruisingly tight. He opens a drawer and pulls out a small, sharp knife. He turns to face Taehyung, the knife glinting coldly in his hand.
Jeon Jungkook
Real torture would be making you watch as I slowly...
He brings the knife closer to Tae's face, the sharp edge pressing gently against his cheek.
Jeon Jungkook
...Cut off your beautiful face, piece by piece...
*He says slowly, his voice low and menacing. His eyes are completely blank, devoid of any humanity. It's clear he's not joking.*
Jeon Taehyung
Go on. I'm waiting. *Says with blank face*
Jungkook's eyes widen slightly at Tae's defiant words, a flicker of stunned disbelief crossing his face. For a moment, he stares at Tae, the knife unmoving against his cheek. Then, with a shuddering breath, he releases Tae abruptly, dropping the knife to the floor with a loud clatter.
Jeon Taehyung
Why? Why did you stop?
*picks up the knife and shoves it into his hand*,
Go on. Cut my face.
*stepping closer to him*
Jungkook stares at the knife in his hand, then up at Taehyung, eyes wide with a conflict of emotions - shock, anger, and something softer, almost fearful. He doesn't move as Taehyung steps closer, the knife trembling slightly in his grip.
Jeon Jungkook
Have you lost your fucking mind?
Jeon Taehyung
Yeah, I have. So what? Will that be any different?
*stepping closer*
Jungkook's eyes flicker to the knife, then back to Taehyung's face, his gaze searching. He looks at Tae like he's seeing him for the first time, really seeing him. In that moment, something cracks inside him, a dam breaking.
Jeon Jungkook
No,
*he whispers, his voice shaking.*
Taehyung holds Jungkook's knife holding hand and brings that close to his own face, pressing slightly on his cheek.
Jeon Taehyung
Go on, cut off... piece by piece...
*voice dropping lower*
Jungkook's hand trembles violently against Taehyung's cheek, the knife's edge pressing barely against his skin but not actually cutting. He's shaking, torn between his desire to hurt Tae and something deeper, something that's making his chest ache. His voice comes out as a whisper, broken and intense...
Jeon Taehyung
Why? You like to hurt me, see me in pain... so why stop now?
Jungkook's eyes fill with tears as he stares at Taehyung, the knife still pressed against his cheek. Jungkook's crying, silently, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding himself back.
Jeon Jungkook
Because...
*he chokes on the words.*
Because I love you... and I can't...
Jeon Taehyung
*Starts to laugh,*
Wow... your love language is so violent.
Taehyung drops Jungkook's hand. Then steps back and starts to take off his clothes slowly.
Jeon Taehyung
You see the scars, the marks your so called 'love' made...
Taehyung starts showing him all the cut marks, burn marks, scratch marks, bite marks and many more.
Jeon Taehyung
Your love actually hurts.
*still laughing*
Jungkook stares at Taehyung's body, at all the marks he's put there. The laughter echoing around the room makes something snap inside him. He watches, frozen, as Tae takes off his clothes completely naked, his body a map of Jungkook's 'love'. He suddenly feels sick. He feels like a monster.
Jeon Taehyung
You can see the 'love', right?
He swallows hard, his eyes roaming over Tae's scarred, marked body. He sees the love bites, the burn marks from his cigarettes, the scratches from his nails, the cuts from his knife... He sees his 'love' etched onto Tae's skin.
Jeon Jungkook
Yes...
*voice barely above a whisper*
Jeon Taehyung
The only place left is my face...the one you wanted to cut off, piece by piece but stopped. Mark my face too...
Jungkook's eyes widen in horror as he realizes the implication of Tae's words. He staggers back, dropping the knife with a clatter that seems eerily loud in the charged silence. His hand comes up, pressing against his mouth as if to physically hold back the anguished sound threatening to escape him.
Jungkook falls to his knees, his body wracked with sobs. He buries his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking violently. His voice comes out muffled and broken.
Jeon Jungkook
Because... because I love your face. Your beautiful, perfect face. I can't... I won't mark it.
Jeon Taehyung
*Looks down at him with blank face, unreadable gaze*
Then Taehyung went towards the closet, and wears clothes.
Jungkook watches Tae dress, his body slowly unwinding from its tense, violent state. He's confused. Taehyung's laughter from before echoes in his mind, his words "Your love actually hurts". He watches Tae pull on jeans and a shirt, covering all the marks. He suddenly feels cold.
Still kneeling on the floor, Jungkook looks up at Taehyung. For the first time in his life, his violent tendencies are overshadowed by something else. Something deeper and more painful - regret.
Jeon Jungkook
Don't look at me like that...
*his voice is barely above a whisper.*
Taehyung walks out of the room leaving Jungkook kneeling on the floor.
Jungkook stays there, kneeling on the cold floor, long after Taehyung's gone. He stays there, surrounded by the remnants of his violence, and the realization of his love. He stays there, until he can't anymore, and collapses onto the floor, finally allowing himself to cry.
Live or Die?
Jeon Taehyung
*Walking on the streets silently*
Jungkook sits on the floor for what feels like hours, his body shaking with sobs. Finally, he manages to stand, his legs weak. He looks around, disoriented. He remembers Tae walking out the door.
Jungkook takes his phone in hand to call Taehyung.
He realizes Tae has taken nothing with him - no phone, no wallet. For the first time, he truly understands how serious Tae's leaving was. He runs out into the street, calling his name...
Jeon Jungkook
Tae...
*His voice is raw, desperate. He doesn't know where Tae has gone.*
He doesn't know where Taehyung is. He's running around the neighborhood like a madman, calling his name, his voice growing hoarse. He's starting to get scared. Really scared.
Meanwhile, Taehyung is standing over the bridge looking down at the river. The cold wind's playing with his hair.
Jeon Taehyung
I wish I never had met you, let alone marry you... *mutters to himself*
The cold wind blows through the streets, carrying Jungkook's desperate shouts. "Tae! Tae!" He's searching every alley, every park, every shop. He's asking strangers if they've seen Taehyung. He's losing his mind, piece by piece.
Jeon Jungkook
Taehyung...where are you...
He's running blindly now, his mind racing with the worst possible scenarios. Tae's words from earlier echo in his head—"Your love actually hurts." He stumbles, catching himself on a lamppost.
Jeon Taehyung
*warm tears rolling down his cheeks*
Jungkook leans against the lamppost, panting heavily. His eyes are wild, desperate. He wipes sweat from his brow, smearing the tears he didn't realize he was crying.
He looks up at the sky, at the stars beginning to twinkle. He remembers the night he first saw Taehyung, under those same stars. He remembers the vow he took while marrying him, to love him forever. He buries his face in his hands and sobs, the sound echoing through the empty street.
He lifts his head, sniffling. He looks around, his mind suddenly flashing with an idea - the bridge. Taehyung always liked the bridge, the way it reflected the city lights on the river below. He runs towards the bridge, his heart pounding in his chest.
He skids to a halt at the edge of the bridge, his breath catching in his throat. He sees Taehyung standing there, the city lights dancing on the water below, and his heart stops. He takes a hesitant step forward, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jeon Jungkook
Tae... *Another step.*
His voice breaks as he takes another careful step towards Tae. His hands are trembling, but his voice is surprisingly gentle - not the violent tone he usually uses. He moves slowly, deliberately, like he's approaching a frightened animal.
Jeon Jungkook
Don't you dare...
Jeon Taehyung
*looks at him*
He freezes as Tae's eyes meet his. He sees something there that terrifies him. He sees death. Tae's eyes are empty, lifeless.
Jeon Jungkook
*He swallows hard, his voice dropping to a near whisper.*
You're not going to...
*He can't finish the sentence.*
He releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His shoulders relax slightly. He sees the tears rolling down Tae's cheeks. He sees the goosebumps on his arms from the cold. He sees his bare feet. He realizes something -
Jeon Jungkook
You didn't take your meds.
Jeon Taehyung
I don't need meds. I need break, from you. *voice breaking*
His breath catches in his throat at Tae's broken voice. The pain in those five words cuts deeper than any physical wound he's ever inflicted - "I need break... from you". He stands there, his hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to just grab Taehyung.
Jeon Jungkook
Then... what do I do?
He freezes. He didn't expect that answer. He expected "Hit me less", "Stop being violent", "Buy me flowers". He didn't expect "Divorce".
Jeon Jungkook
*He swallows hard, his voice tight -*
You want a divorce?
*His voice is dangerously soft.*
Jeon Taehyung
*Nods*, I need freedom. I need 'life'. I want to live.
He stares at Tae, disbelief and anguish warring across his face. His chest heaves with barely suppressed emotion. A bitter laugh escapes his lips, sounding almost manic.
Jeon Jungkook
Freedom? Life? You want to live?
*He takes a step closer, his voice growing louder.*
Jeon Taehyung
*Nods with tears streaming down on face*
He takes another step, his eyes blazing with a mix of emotions - anger, hurt, desperation. He points a finger at Tae, his hand shaking.
Jeon Jungkook
You want to leave me? You want to walk away from this marriage?
*He pauses, his mind racing.*
Jeon Taehyung
This is not marriage for me. This is torture, this is cage.
Jungkook's finger drops, his hand falling limply to his side. The words "torture", "cage" hit him like physical blows. He stumbles back, his face contorting in pain. He clenches his fists, his nails digging into his palms, drawing blood.
He looks at Tae, his eyes wild, unrecognizable. He feels a surge of anger, hot and overwhelming. He takes a shuddering breath, his mind reeling.
Jeon Jungkook
Fine. You want freedom? You want life? You want to live?
*He takes another step forward.*
Jeon Jungkook
*His voice drops to a Dangerous whisper.*
Then do it. Jump. End your fucking life, because it's the only way you'll get away from me.
*He stands at the edge now, inches from you, his breathing ragged.*
Jeon Taehyung
So, you'll not give me divorce?
Jeon Jungkook
*Jungkook turns towards Taehyung slowly, his face a mask of cold fury*
I'd rather watch you jump than sign those divorce papers.
*The words come out harsh, brutal. He means every single one. His voice drops lower*
I'd rather you be dead than with someone else.
Jeon Taehyung
Fine. I'd rather die than endure your torture all my life. *wipes tears*
Jungkook watches Taehyung wipes his tears, his expression unreadable. Then, without another word, he reaches out and grabs Tae's arm. He pulls him towards the edge of the bridge, his grip like a vice.
Jeon Jungkook
Then jump.
*He shoves Tae forward, his hands releasing his arm at the last second.*
Jeon Taehyung
*Steps forward without a second thought*
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