Owned by the Devil (Taekook)
Monster or handsome~
The room was dipped in shadows walls of obsidian silk velvet curtains drawn shut against the moonlight.
Chandeliers above cast a dim amber glow, highlighting the gold accents carved into black marble.
The air smelled of rich wood, expensive cologne, and danger.
In the center of it all, a massive king-sized bed dominated the space like a throne.
And sprawled across its silken sheets… was a sleeping beauty..Kim Taehyung..
So delicate, so still—he looked like he’d fallen from another world.
Lashes resting against pale cheeks, lips parted ever so slightly, chest rising and falling with a rhythm too soft for this dark place.
And standing at the edge of the bed was him.
Jeon Jungkook.
The Devil himself.
His eyes drank in the sight like a dying man at sea, gulping air after nearly drowning.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off the boy since he’d been brought in.
There he was—his prize. His repayment. His obsession.
And yet, no amount of power could’ve prepared Jungkook for how real Taehyung looked now.
He was no longer a debt. No longer a name. He was art. Fragile. Beautiful. Sleeping like a lamb in the lion’s den.
Jungkook’s hand lifted almost involuntarily.
He sat beside the boy, fingers brushing against Taehyung’s cheek as if afraid the boy might vanish.
The touch was feather-light, reverent.
His eyes devoured every inch.
The way Taehyung’s long lashes curled naturally.
The slope of his nose. Those soft, pink lips.
He wanted to ruin him. Break him open like a forbidden fruit.
Devour every inch of him. But he didn’t move further.
Let him look the devil in the eyes.
Midnight crept in, silent and heavy.
A soft groan escaped his lips as he curled into himself, head pounding.
Everything felt wrong. Soft sheets under his skin.
A strange scent around him. A strange heat.
His eyes blinked open slowly… only to freeze in horror.
Not just beside him snuggled into him, arms coiled tightly like chains.
Taehyung gasped, panic flooding his chest. He tried to push him away, his small fists hitting the man’s chest.
But the man didn’t move.
Instead, he pulled him closer.
Tighter.
Taehyung whimpered, breath catching. He wasn’t strong enough to break free. The man’s arms were like iron.
His heart thundered as he stared at the stranger’s face sharp jaw, dark lashes, messy black hair falling over his forehead.
Kim Taehyung
W-who is he…?
Taehyung whispered to himself, tears welling up.
Kim Taehyung
Why is he hugging me~?? Is he JJK~??
JJK was supposed to be old.
A monster. Wrinkled. Evil. But this man~?? He didn’t look old. He looked dangerous.
Taehyung’s body trembled. His mind spun with fear and confusion.
He closed his eyes tightly as silent tears slid down his cheeks, remembering why he’d been brought here.
Debt. Punishment. A father’s sins. And now… he was in the devil’s den.
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