“Mine, Until You Run”
INT. JUNGKOOK’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Taehyung is still on his knees where Jungkook left him.
The air is thick. The bed sheets are a mess. His body aches in ways that are new, unfamiliar, and too close to something else. He trembles—part shame, part desire, part fear.
Jungkook leans back in the shadows, shirtless, watching him.
Jungkook
Quiet, breathless)
“You lied. But you stayed.”
Taehyung doesn’t answer. His fingers grip the blanket like a lifeline. His heart slams in his chest.
Jungkook approaches slowly, like a storm creeping over the edge of the sea. He crouches, placing a hand under Taehyung’s chin, tilting his face up.
Jungkook
“You want me to stop?”
Taehyung’s lips part. He doesn’t know what to say. His brain screams yes, but his body—
His body betrays him.
Jungkook
Then atleast breath u idiot
He stands, pulling Taehyung up with him, and pushes him onto the bed again.
This time there’s no pretense. No delay. Jungkook is rough, raw, and devastating.
INT. JUNGKOOK’S BED – LATER
Taehyung cries out into the pillow, body arching under Jungkook’s weight. His wrists are pinned again—this time not out of aggression, but need. Jungkook’s body cages his completely.
It’s too much. Too fast. Too deep.
Taehyung
pls stop lets take a break
Jungkook
(Gritting his teeth)
“You don’t get to beg. You gave yourself to me.”
Taehyung’s voice breaks as he sobs into the mattress, caught between pain
Every thrust is a claim. Every grip, a mark. Every breath between them is fire.
INT. BEDROOM – EARLY MORNING
Silence.
Taehyung lies curled in the bedsheets, his back to Jungkook, body covered in sweat, bruises, and ghostly fingerprints.
Jungkook sits at the edge of the bed, shirtless, smoking a half-burnt cigarette. His body is marked too — nail scratches, bite marks, lines of red down his spine.
He looks at the sunlight peeking through the curtains, then down at Taehyung
He stubs out the cigarette and stands. The floor creaks under his weight as he moves toward the dresser.
He pulls on his shirt slowly, dragging fingers through his hair. Calm. Collected. Dominant again.
But then—
He glances back.
Taehyung’s side of the bed is empty.
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Jungkook walks into the living room, shirt unbuttoned, expecting to see Taehyung maybe in the kitchen. Maybe curled on the couch.
But—
Nothing.
The air feels wrong. Still.
He scans the room. No bag. No shoes. No jacket.
Jungkook
(calling, calm at first)
“Taehyung?”
No answer.
He checks the bathroom.
Empty.
Checks the hallway.
Nothing.
His face tightens. That low fury bubbles up—cold, controlled, and quietly dangerous.
He runs a hand down his face.
Jungkook
(To himself)
“You ran.”
He walks back to the window and looks out into the city—cold wind brushing the glass. Somewhere out there, Taehyung is running from what they just did.
INT. STAIRWELL – FLASHBACK – EARLIER THAT MORNING
Taehyung moves down the stairs barefoot, holding his shoes. He doesn’t cry. He doesn’t look back. He just moves.
His face is unreadable. Hollow.
His body is wrecked, sore, marked.
But his steps are light. Silent.
He disappears through the emergency exit door—like a ghost who was never there to begin with.
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