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.
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