No more nice Guy
Jungkook’s Bedroom | Midnight
Taehyung's whispered “I’ll do it” still hangs in the air like smoke.
Jungkook doesn’t move for a moment. Then, he steps closer, his expression unreadable. His voice lowers.
Jungkook
“Have you done this before?”
Taehyung flinches.
His throat tightens. His vision goes unfocused for a second, drifting—
—back to a bright white hospital room.
The sound of rubber gloves snapping.
A hand pressed against his neck.
A doctor whispering, “No one will believe you.”
Taehyung
Memory Taehyung (terrified): “Please… stop—”
doctor
(Smirking): “You're beautiful when you’re scared.”
[End Flashback]
Taehyung snaps back. Jungkook’s eyes are still locked on him.
Taehyung hesitates… then lies.
Taehyung
Do u really want to know this
Jungkook
Well....I suppose it does not matter actually
Jungkook
....I can't help but wonder If u might be pretty experience
Taehyung
(Thinking) Right ok I Should say that I done this
Jungkook’s lips twitch into a dark smirk.
Jungkook
“Then I’m not going to go easy on you.”
He reaches for the hem of his shirt and lifts it off, revealing hard muscle, tattoos, and bruises that speak of war. He watches Taehyung’s reaction closely.
But Taehyung averts his eyes.
Taehyung
Let me… wash up first.
Jungkook’s gaze narrows. He nods.
Jungkook
Don’t take too long.
Guest Bathroom | Minutes Later
Taehyung shuts the door behind him and leans against the sink, breathing hard.
He turns on the tap, letting cold water run through his fingers.
Taehyung
(Whispering): “You’re not him… He’s not like him… You’re doing this for survival…”
He scrubs his face, trying to ground himself. His fingers tremble as he reaches for a towel.
But outside, footsteps approach.
The door swings open.
Jungkook stands there—eyes dark, chest rising with impatient breaths.
Jungkook
“I waited enough.”
Before Taehyung can protest, Jungkook grabs him by the waist and lifts him effortlessly.
Taehyung
(panicked): “Wait—!”
Jungkook’s Bed | Seconds Later
Taehyung lands on the mattress, sprawled.
Jungkook climbs on top, lips crashing down on his neck, his body grinding against him with urgency.
Taehyung gasps, trying to adjust, but pain shoots through him.
Taehyung
(Strained): “Stop—it hurts… I… I’ve never done this—”
Jungkook
Dont be ridiculous
Jungkook
Like hell You cant Can t do this coming this far
Jungkook
Don't expected to be send home safe and sound
Taehyung Image flash again—the boy (yugyeom ) getting slam in door
Taehyung
Then how do I..I do this?(panicking)
Taehyung signs pulls out a bottle of lube and tosses it beside Taehyung.
Jungkook
(coldly): “Prepare yourself.”
Taehyung doesn’t move.
Jungkook grabs him by the wrist and drags him up onto his knees.
Jungkook
Oh for god sake ..... u taking so long
Jungkook
No more Mr. Nice Guy.”
Taehyung’s lip trembles, but he obeys—hands shaking as he applies the gel, trying not to cry.
Jungkook watches, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.
Then he moves behind him, slow at first—but the moment turns primal. Rough. Unforgiving.
Taehyung chokes on a sob.
Taehyung
Please—slow down—
Each thrust is punishment. Each breath is a struggle.
Taehyung clutches the sheets like a lifeline, tears slipping silently down his cheeks.
He buries every emotion—guilt, pain, lust—into every brutal movement. Because if he softens, he might break.
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