Hawk.. (Taekook)
Everything's Fine_1
Bedroom – afternoon, quiet except for the ticking clock..
⏱️ Two minutes and thirty-five seconds. That’s how long it lasted this time. I know because I counted. I swore I wouldn’t — I promised myself I wasn’t the type to obsess over something as… trivial as this. But is it really trivial? When you’re thinking about forever with someone, is bad sex just… fluff you brush aside?
Minjae says he loves me. He tells me every day, in different ways, as if the words are his shield against every flaw we both know exists.
He was the first to say it — I still remember the way his voice cracked when he confessed he was falling for me. Back then, it flattered me.
I was honored. Someone like him choosing me? It felt like stepping into one of those romance novels I used to hide under my pillow.
Minjae groans softly, collapsing on top of me in missionary.
Taehyung smiles up at him politely, though his body feels heavy, unsatisfied, almost numb.
Minjae panting, chuckling softly, kissing the tip of my nose.
Minjae
Tae… that felt so good.
Did it? To him, maybe. To me… I don’t even know what it’s supposed to feel like. I’ve never had the release people talk about, never touched that place in myself that makes everything melt away.
I only know the weight of him above me, the smell of sweat, the awkward press of skin. And the guilt — because he’s my first, my only, and shouldn’t that mean something?
Minjae pulls out quickly, discards the condom, and heads into the bathroom without another glance.
[Sound: water running, shower on]
He always showers right after. Every time. I try not to overthink it, but the sound of the spray hitting tiles makes me feel dirty somehow — like I’m something to be rinsed off. I shouldn’t feel weird about this, right? People shower after sex all the time. Still… my chest tightens.
I roll onto my side, staring at the wall, wondering what an orgasm is really like. My sister Jennie won’t shut up about hers. She describes them with the kind of enthusiasm that makes me want to plug my ears.
And yet… I want to know. I want to feel it. But with Minjae, it never happens. Maybe the problem is me. Maybe I expect too much....
Minjae (calling from the bathroom)
Minjae
Hey! I need to run to the grocery store. Gonna pick up some steaks for dinner tonight.
Taehyung raising his voice just enough to carry
Kim Taehyung
Don’t we already have a freezer full from your hunting trips with your dad?"
Minjae
I want fresh ones. If I’m grilling, I need it right. Got a little surprise up my sleeve.
A surprise. My heart lurches. Could it be? The ring? The moment I’ve been waiting for?
My fingers twitch nervously against the sheets as I glance at my reflection in the full-length mirror. Not engagement-ready. My hair is messy, too long at the ends, and I’m wearing the most unromantic pajama set known to mankind. If he gets down on one knee tonight, I’ll look like a joke.
Minjae steps out of the bathroom, jeans and sports coat back on, hair damp.
He leans down, presses a kiss to the top of my head, then leaves.
Door shuts. The house grows quiet.
This is our life now. Sunday dinners, little routines. After a year of long-distance, after bouncing between his dorm and mine, we moved into this house he found in his hometown.
He made it sound like a fairy tale — saving money, buying instead of renting, our first home together. I wanted to believe it was a step toward something bigger, something real. Even though my father hated the idea. Even though his parents whispered “sin” under their breath. We did it anyway.
Sunday dinners became sacred. Just us. No phones, no TV, just two people at the table. It was supposed to be connection, intimacy. And I cling to that idea, because if I don’t, what do I have left?
I drag myself out of bed, catch my hair into a messy bun, and flop back down. A nap. Maybe if I dream, I’ll escape this restless feeling in my chest. Maybe in sleep, I’ll find the version of us that exists in my fantasies. Where sex isn’t clumsy. Where love isn’t heavy with doubt.
My eyes close. The hum of the clock fades. For a moment, I drift…
Everything's Fine_2
Bedroom – late afternoon, Taehyung dozing off
The quiet lulls me. I imagine Minjae at the store, smiling to himself, planning some cheesy surprise.
Maybe it’s flowers. Maybe… maybe it’s a ring. My stomach flutters nervously. But doubt creeps in too, like always. Will a ring fix the things we can’t talk about? Will it fix me, when I can’t even tell him I’ve never really… finished?
The thought slides away as sleep pulls me under. I drift in that half-dream state where reality blurs, until…
Unknown Woman (voice, moaning)
Unknown Woman
Do it! Do it harder!
Kim Taehyung
My eyes twitch open. At first, I think it’s a dream. The kind that sneaks into my ears when I’m not fully awake. But the voice gets louder, urgent, shameless.
Unknown Woman
Yes! Just like that!
Taehyung blinks hard, sitting upright, staring at the photo frames on the wall that are rattling from the vibrations. My body goes cold.
Kim Taehyung
💭No. This can’t be real. Did I leave the TV on? Did someone outside…?
Unknown Man (voice, low and rough)
Unknown Man
Fck… c’mon. Make me come.
My heart stops. That’s not Minjae’s voice. It’s deeper, raspier, the kind of tone that drips sin. And it’s coming from inside the house. From the guest room. From…
I stumble out of bed, nearly tripping over the blanket tangled at my feet. My robe clings unevenly as I yank it tighter, phone clutched in my sweaty hand.
Taehyung (whispering to himself)
Kim Taehyung
No way. No way. This isn’t happening.
Every step toward the spare room feels heavy, like walking through water. The moans grow clearer. The rhythm of movement against the headboard, sharp and unrelenting. My pulse roars in my ears. For a moment, I almost convince myself I’m still dreaming. Because the alternative is impossible.
[Guest Room – door bursts open]
[Scene freezes in Taehyung’s eyes]
A man. Muscular. Tattooed arms flexing as he pounds into a girl from behind. His hair — black, damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead. His grip on her waist looks brutal, desperate. Her fingers clutch the headboard I grew up with. My childhood bed.
Taehyung frozen in the doorway, jaw slack, phone trembling in hand
No. This isn’t my life. This isn’t my house. I must have stepped into someone else’s nightmare.
Unknown Man glances up, notices me. His body jerks, curses spill out.
He yanks free, fumbling for the sheet, wrapping it around his waist, movements sharp and unbothered all at once.
Taehyung finally stammers, fumbling with the phone, dialing emergency
Kim Taehyung
Uh—yes—police? There are intruders in my house and they’re—they’re—
Kim Taehyung
—having $ex on my bed!
Dispatcher (voice through phone): "I’m sorry, did you say… $ex?"
Jungkook steps closer, towering, sheet hanging loose on his hips, sweat glistening on his chest inked with tattoos. His lips form words silently
Jeon Jungkook
Tell her everything’s fine.
Dispatcher: "Hello? Are you still there?"
Taehyung shaking his head furiously, voice trembling
Kim Taehyung
No! Send someone immediately! I need help!
Jungkook mutters under his breath, running a hand through damp hair, jaw clenched
He looks dangerous even half-covered, muscles shifting beneath the sheet as he stalks forward.
Why is he moving toward me like that? Why is he still calm? Why do his eyes look like fire and ocean at the same time — green with shards of teal and brown, piercing into me as if I’m prey? I can’t move. I can’t breathe.
The girl scrambles, half-dressed, whispers
Unknown Woman
I’m outta here.
She dives out the window without another word, vanishing into the street.
Taehyung still pressed to the wall, phone nearly slipping from my grip.
Jungkook snatches the phone with sharp fingers, voice smooth like melted honey as he speaks into it.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m sorry for the confusion, ma’am. Everything’s fine. Just a little miscommunication.
Dispatcher: "I’ll need to confirm with the caller."
Jungkook (eyes locking onto Taehyung, lips glistening, voice low but deadly)
Jeon Jungkook
Tell her everything’s fine.
Taehyung breath hitching, his throat tight, eyes locked on the silver glint of his lip ring.
Taehyung (weakly, defiant)
Kim Taehyung
N-No… send someone. There’s someone in my house who isn’t supposed to be!
Jungkook snarls, tossing the phone across the room, sheet slipping dangerously low, his body a map of tension and fury.
He roars, making me flinch.
He’s furious. He’s terrifying. My heart races so fast it hurts. My hands shake. Why does he still have the audacity to come closer?
Why does he look at me like he owns me, owns the air I’m breathing?
Taehyung (snapping, voice trembling but loud)
Kim Taehyung
Get out of my house!
Jungkook stops, tilts his head, then smirks darkly. He presses one arm against the wall by my head, caging me, leaning close enough that I smell cigarettes and sweat on his skin.
Jungkook (growling, lips brushing close enough I can feel the heat)
Jeon Jungkook
This is my house. And you’re gonna pay for that sh*t.
Kim Taehyung
💭 I can’t breathe. His voice sinks into me, claws at me. He’s half-naked, dangerous, and far too close. My chest heaves, panic blurring my vision. Please, someone
Everything's Fine _3
Jungkook smirk widens, his eyes glinting cold
Jeon Jungkook
What’s the matter, little prince? Cat got your tongue?
Taehyung thought his knees might buckle. Jungkook’s presence was suffocating, pressing down on him heavier than the wall behind his back. Every breath burned. He had never been trapped like this before—never by someone so terrifying, so unreadable.
Taehyung shaking his head quickly, words spilling before he can stop them
Kim Taehyung
I-I didn’t mean anything. I just—please, let me go—
Jungkook leans in closer, their noses nearly brushing, his voice dropping to a whisper
Jeon Jungkook
Let you go? You walk in here… mouth off… and think you can just walk away?
Taehyung thought his heart was slamming so violently it might burst. Jungkook wasn’t touching him, not really—just that arm against the wall, that body towering over him, heat radiating off his bare chest—but it was enough to crush the air out of him. He had never felt so cornered.
Taehyung tries to push at Jungkook’s chest, palms flat against his skin.
Kim Taehyung
Y-you’re scaring me. Stop it—
Jungkook glances down at the trembling hands on him, chuckles darkly, then grips Taehyung’s wrists in one hand with ease, pinning them above his head
Jeon Jungkook
Scaring you? Good. Maybe you’ll learn your place faster.
Taehyung thought Jungkook’s strength was unreal—like struggling against iron chains. His wrists burned where Jungkook’s fingers clamped down, and the closeness… god, the closeness… it was unbearable. He could smell the raw musk of sweat, the faint tang of smoke, the heat of his body like fire licking at his skin.
Taehyung voice cracking, eyes wide
Kim Taehyung
I didn’t do anything wrong
Jungkook snarls, his mouth curving near Taehyung’s ear
Jeon Jungkook
Didn’t do anything wrong? You broke into my fcking house. You think I wouldn’t notice some soft little brat wandering around?
Taehyung thought his lungs were collapsing. The way Jungkook’s words scraped against his skin, the way that hot breath feathered against his ear—every part of him screamed danger. He was terrified, yes, but there was something else crawling beneath the fear, something shameful he didn’t want to name.
Taehyung blurts, desperate
Kim Taehyung
I-I didn’t know! I swear, I didn’t know it was yours. Please—
Jungkook pulls back just enough to stare down at him, eyes narrowing dangerously
Jeon Jungkook
Then you’re either stupid… or a liar.
Taehyung thought Jungkook’s gaze stripped him bare. It was merciless, cold, yet burning all at once. He wanted to vanish under it, to melt into the floor, to escape this suffocating prison of heat and steel. But his body wouldn’t move. He was frozen, trapped between terror and something else he couldn’t name.
Taehyung shaking his head frantically, voice small
Kim Taehyung
N-no, I’m not lying. I didn’t mean—
Jungkook cuts him off with a low growl, pressing closer, his bare chest brushing Taehyung’s shirt
Jeon Jungkook
Mean it or not, you’re here. And in my world, little prince, mistakes have consequences.
Taehyung thought he might faint. Consequences. The word dripped like poison, curling into his veins, spreading panic through every nerve. Jungkook’s body was a wall, his voice a weapon, and Taehyung—weak, trembling—was utterly defenseless.
Taehyung pleads, voice trembling
Kim Taehyung
Please… don’t hurt me…
Jungkook chuckles darkly, tilting his head, eyes glinting like a predator’s
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t hurt you? You’re already shaking like a leaf. Haven’t even touched you yet.
Taehyung thought humiliation burned hotter than fear. Jungkook was mocking him, peeling back his weakness and laughing at it. He hated it. He hated Jungkook’s smirk, hated his cruel voice—yet his body betrayed him, trembling under that piercing gaze.
Jungkook squeezes Taehyung’s wrists tighter, his mouth so close their lips nearly brush
Jeon Jungkook
Tell me, pretty boy. Are you trembling because you’re scared… or because you want something else?
Taehyung thought his breath caught like a knife in his throat. No. No, that wasn’t true. He was scared, that was all—terrified. But Jungkook’s words clawed into him, forced him to face that dangerous, shameful shiver running through him. Fear. It had to be fear.
Taehyung choking out quickly, shaking his head
Kim Taehyung
I-I’m scared, that’s all. Just scared—
Jungkook smirks, tilts his head, voice low and cruel
Jeon Jungkook
Good. You should be.
Taehyung thought those words echoed like a death sentence. Jungkook leaned in even closer, the heat of him suffocating, the weight of his presence crushing. There was no escape. No air. Only the sharp edge of fear and the dark gleam of Jungkook’s eyes.
Jungkook presses closer, his chest brushing mine, the heat of his skin making it impossible to think. His smirk doesn’t waver.
Jungkook
Jeon Jungkook
Scared, pretty boy?
Taehyung thought his knees would buckle. Jungkook’s words slithered into his chest like poison and fire all at once. He wanted to shove him away, scream, run—but his body refused. His heart slammed so hard it felt like Jungkook could hear it.
Taehyung whispers, voice shaking
Kim Taehyung
Move… please…
Jungkook chuckles darkly, his breath ghosting over Taehyung’s ear as he lowers his voice.
Jeon Jungkook
Didn’t hear you. Louder.
Taehyung thought Jungkook was terrifying. He wasn’t like Minjae—sweet words, fake comfort, lies hidden under smiles. Jungkook was raw, sharp, unfiltered. Every move screamed danger.
Jungkook tilts his head, eyes narrowing as though he’s measuring how much fear is real. Then suddenly—
His palm slammed against the wall by Taehyung’s ear. The sound cracked like a gunshot. Taehyung flinched, heart crawling into his throat. Jungkook leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Taehyung’s ear.
Jungkook (whispering, husky)
Jeon Jungkook
This house doesn’t like liars. You… don’t look like one. But you’re still here. So what are you?
Kim Taehyung
I-I’m not—! I’m not a liar—
Taehyung thought his voice cracked like a fragile glass shattering against stone. Jungkook’s eyes glowed in the dim light, sharp as knives, like he could carve open the truth just by staring.
Jungkook smirks, pulling back slightly, but only to drag his gaze slowly down Taehyung’s face… then his throat.
Jeon Jungkook
Not a liar, huh? Then prove it.
Kim Taehyung
W-what do you mean…?
Jungkook leans in again, lips brushing so close Taehyung can taste smoke in the air.
Jungkook (growling)
Jeon Jungkook
Show me you’re not fake. Show me you’re real. Or I’ll make you.
Taehyung thought his pulse exploded. He didn’t understand what Jungkook meant. Prove it? Show him? His head spun, fear tangling with something else he refused to name.
Kim Taehyung
I-I don’t… understand…
Jungkook smirks wider, clearly enjoying the panic. He leans back an inch, enough to study Taehyung’s face.
Jeon Jungkook
Good. Don’t understand. That means I get to teach you.
Taehyung thought he couldn’t breathe. Jungkook’s words were laced with threat, but underneath… there was something else. Hunger. Possession. Like he’d already decided Taehyung belonged to him.
A shiver ripped down Taehyung’s spine. The words sank into him like poison, tainting the air he tried to breathe.
Taehyung whispers, almost choking
Kim Taehyung
W-what do you want from me?
Jungkook: pulls back just enough to look him dead in the eyes, smirk curling like a knife
Taehyung thought Jungkook’s smirk was lethal, promising ruin. His chest heaved, his fingers trembled, and yet… something inside him ached with a pull he couldn’t explain.
Jeon Jungkook
You think this is a game, pretty boy? Break my rules again and I’ll make sure you remember it.
Kim Taehyung
I-I didn’t mean to… I just—
Jeon Jungkook
Didn’t mean to? That’s not good enough. In my house, excuses don’t save you.
Kim Taehyung
You’re scaring me…
Jeon Jungkook
Good. You should be scared.
Jeon Jungkook
You’ve got two choices, Taehyung. Do what I say… or find out how ugly I can get.
Taehyung thought his knees weakened, the threat sinking deep into his bones. This wasn’t a boy he could argue with. Jungkook was a storm—violent, untouchable.
Kim Taehyung
…Fine. I’ll listen.
Jeon Jungkook
That’s better. See? You can be taught.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t forget this feeling. Next time, I won’t just use words.
Taehyung thought dread coiled in his stomach. He believed Jungkook. Every word dripped with promise—of pain, of dominance.
Jungkook pushes off the wall, finally stepping back, but his smirk remains
Jeon Jungkook
Clean up your mess. Now.
Taehyung thought relief washed over him, air rushing back into his lungs. His hands shook as he nodded quickly, desperate to put space between them.
Taehyung thought Jungkook’s gaze never left him, tracking every move like a wolf watching prey. No matter how small the task, Taehyung felt the weight of that stare crushing him.
Jungkook lights another cigarette, exhales lazily, voice edged with mockery
Jeon Jungkook
You look like a frightened rabbit.
Kim Taehyung
Maybe because you’re terrifying!
Jeon Jungkook
Terrifying, huh? At least you’re honest.
Sudden banging on the front door
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM.
Police Voice (outside): “Open up! Police!”
The sound slams through me like salvation and terror all at once. Jungkook doesn’t even flinch—he just smirks wider, teeth flashing, like the cops mean nothing.
Jeon Jungkook
Saved by the bell, pretty boy.
The door bursts open. Two cops rush in, scanning the wrecked room. The broken glass, the overturned chair, my trembling frame pinned against the wall.
Cop 1: “What the hell is going on here?!”
I want to scream—tell them everything. That Jungkook’s terrifying. That he nearly killed me with his stare alone. But the words choke in my throat.
Jeon Jungkook
Just a misunderstanding, officer.
Cop 2: (snaps) “Back off. Both of you.”
The tension cracks, but not enough. Jungkook takes a deliberate step back, still watching me, eyes sharp, like promising this isn’t over.
Even with the police here, he doesn’t look scared. If anything, he looks… entertained. And I know—I just know—this is only the beginning.
Footsteps echo from the hall. A new figure enters
Minjae annoyed sigh, brushing past the cops
Minjae
What the hell’s going on now? Seriously—can’t you idiots stay out of trouble for five seconds?
Minjae
Great. Just perfect. Exactly the warm welcome I wanted for our new roommate.
Roommate? My stomach drops. My eyes flick to Jungkook—he’s already staring at me, his smirk curling wider, darker.
Jeon Jungkook
(Whispers) Looks like you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.
Download NovelToon APP on App Store and Google Play
