Wife?
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I won't waste time with my unnecessary words.
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Let's jump to the story.
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Read the description first.
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.
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