JEON’S SLAVE (TaeKook) Chapter 12

There was something terrifying in those eyes—cold, calculating, but also burning with something else.

Lúst.

It was subtle, simmering beneath the surface, but unmistakable.

You’re beautiful *murmured*

his voice was low, almost reverent, though his tone held no warmth. It was a statement of fact, not a compliment.

Rare. Delicate.

*fist clench against the chains*

The words weren’t meant to comfort him—they were a claim, a reminder that he was no longer a person but a possession.

kneel

*gulps*

*staring straight through the omega’s soul*

*drops to his knees immediately*

*lips tug into a faint smirk*

*rose from his chair, the motion slow and deliberate, and walked around the desk until he stood mere inches away from the omega*

*kept his head bowed, his breaths shallow*

He could feel Jeon’s gaze on him, heavy and unrelenting, like a predator circling its prey.

Look at me, do not make me repeat myself *cold tone sending chill down anyone’s spine*

*hesitated, his trembling hands clutching but he obeyed, Slowly raised his head, his wide eyes meeting Jeon’s intense stare*

Do you know who I am?

*swallowed hard, lips parted but voice flatters*

You’re… Mr. Jeon. *manage to whisper*

*tilt his head* You’re trembling

Are you afraid of me?

*lips parted, but no words came out*

He couldn’t lie—not under that gaze.

*smirk widened, a dark amusement flickering in his eyes, reach out his hand before tracing the omega’s trembling lips*

*heart raced, a confusing mix of fear and something darker twisting in his chest*

He hated it—hated how his body betrayed him, how the man’s presence seemed to command every inch of his being.

Jungukk

*confusion flickering across his face*

Jeon Jungukk

You will call me by my name.

Jeon Jungukk

*tone dripping with authority*

Jeon Jungukk

Remember it. Because it’s the only name that matters to you now.

Jeon Jungukk

*taps the omega’s lips with this thumb before pulling back his hand*

The name struck something within the omega

It wasn’t just a name—it was a command, a claim, a brand that would now follow him wherever he went.

Jeon Jungukk

*stepped closer, crouching slightly to bring himself eye-level with the omega*

Jeon Jungukk

And you? *voice quieter almost taunting*

*gulps and looks at Jungukk with wide eyes*

Jeon Jungukk

What’s your name?

*hesitated, his throat dry*

He wanted to scream, he wanted to leave he didn’t want to remember who he was, he doesn’t want to accept who he is now.

His name?

Jeon Jungukk

*raise a brow*

Jeon Jungukk

Don’t have one?

*eyes glistening with tears*

His name, won’t it be a constant reminder of who he was before?

How he could have prevented this life?

Jeon Jungukk

It’s fine if you don’t have one, I can give you a name *nonchalant*

Taehyung * murmured, his voice barely audible, lets his tear fall from his eyes*

If this was the end, won’t he have to forget what he was in his past?

Atleast let him remember what he owns since he was born.

His name.

TBC