Healing (The Language of Love)
Healing
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Yooooo sugar cubes
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How are you all doing 💞?
After having dinner they all went to sleep as it was already kinda late, so everyone was tired
Taehyung changed into his night suit and start working on his laptop sitting on the bed as he still had some work left
Kim Taehyung
bub come you also lay down with me *he asked Jungkook softly*
Kim Jungkook
Hmm.....l have some work with grandma l will come in some time
Kim Taehyung
At this time *he said looking at the watch showing 12*
Kim Jungkook
Yeah l will come in few minutes, you do your work
Saying that Jungkook leave the room immediately
Kim Taehyung
*Sign* What to do with him
On the other side as Jungkook entered in Grandma's room, her room smelled like expensive perfume and old fear. Like Jungkook stepped in like a prisoner returning to his cell.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t move too much.
His hands were folded in front of him a habit he’d learned from years of standing in that same spot, in front of that same woman.
Taehyung's grandma
You forgot to bow*She smiled softly brushing imaginary dust from her lap, like this was just another visit. Like she hadn’t broken him a thousand times already*
Kim Jungkook
I’m sorry Madam*The words came out quietly, not with fear, but with emptiness.*
It was fast, not hard enough to leave a mark, but sharp enough to remind him of his place.
Taehyung's grandma
Tsk........You think this marriage changed anything? You’re still mine, Jungkook. Ring or no ring.
Taehyung's grandma
*She grabbed his chin, forcing his face up.*
Look at me when I break you.
His eyes met hers that shows nothing.
No hate, no fear. Just emptiness.
Taehyung's grandma
Get on your knees slave
Jungkook did as he was told to just a like robot
He stayed quiet looking down, even when she tossed a glass toward his feet, and it shattered.
Taehyung's grandma
Oops..... tsk.....tsk pick it up 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬
Jungkook didn’t move,not yet.But after sometime Jungkook’s fingers touched the sharp glass. A thin slice opened on his palm.
Blood slipped from his hand, warm and steady, but he didn’t react. No wince. No sound. Just quiet acceptance, like his skin was used to splitting open. He kept picking up the shards, eyes blank, as if bleeding was a normal part of serving her. In that room, pain wasn’t punishment. It was expected.
Taehyung's grandma
*roll her eyes* So Dramatic scene
She went to her cupboard and take out something
Suddenly she tossed a whip at his feet without a word. He didn’t ask why, he never did. He picked it up with steady hands, like this was routine, like it belonged to him.
He removed his shirt showing his bare back and then........One strike. Then two. The sound continued........
Taehyung pushed the door open casually, holding a file in his hand.
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook, I just need *His words cut off mid-sentence*
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