Everything's Fine_2
Bedroom – late afternoon, Taehyung dozing off
The quiet lulls me. I imagine Minjae at the store, smiling to himself, planning some cheesy surprise.
Maybe it’s flowers. Maybe… maybe it’s a ring. My stomach flutters nervously. But doubt creeps in too, like always. Will a ring fix the things we can’t talk about? Will it fix me, when I can’t even tell him I’ve never really… finished?
The thought slides away as sleep pulls me under. I drift in that half-dream state where reality blurs, until…
Unknown Woman (voice, moaning)
Unknown Woman
Do it! Do it harder!
Kim Taehyung
My eyes twitch open. At first, I think it’s a dream. The kind that sneaks into my ears when I’m not fully awake. But the voice gets louder, urgent, shameless.
Unknown Woman
Yes! Just like that!
Taehyung blinks hard, sitting upright, staring at the photo frames on the wall that are rattling from the vibrations. My body goes cold.
Kim Taehyung
💭No. This can’t be real. Did I leave the TV on? Did someone outside…?
Unknown Man (voice, low and rough)
Unknown Man
Fck… c’mon. Make me come.
My heart stops. That’s not Minjae’s voice. It’s deeper, raspier, the kind of tone that drips sin. And it’s coming from inside the house. From the guest room. From…
I stumble out of bed, nearly tripping over the blanket tangled at my feet. My robe clings unevenly as I yank it tighter, phone clutched in my sweaty hand.
Taehyung (whispering to himself)
Kim Taehyung
No way. No way. This isn’t happening.
Every step toward the spare room feels heavy, like walking through water. The moans grow clearer. The rhythm of movement against the headboard, sharp and unrelenting. My pulse roars in my ears. For a moment, I almost convince myself I’m still dreaming. Because the alternative is impossible.
[Guest Room – door bursts open]
[Scene freezes in Taehyung’s eyes]
A man. Muscular. Tattooed arms flexing as he pounds into a girl from behind. His hair — black, damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead. His grip on her waist looks brutal, desperate. Her fingers clutch the headboard I grew up with. My childhood bed.
Taehyung frozen in the doorway, jaw slack, phone trembling in hand
No. This isn’t my life. This isn’t my house. I must have stepped into someone else’s nightmare.
Unknown Man glances up, notices me. His body jerks, curses spill out.
He yanks free, fumbling for the sheet, wrapping it around his waist, movements sharp and unbothered all at once.
Taehyung finally stammers, fumbling with the phone, dialing emergency
Kim Taehyung
Uh—yes—police? There are intruders in my house and they’re—they’re—
Kim Taehyung
—having $ex on my bed!
Dispatcher (voice through phone): "I’m sorry, did you say… $ex?"
Jungkook steps closer, towering, sheet hanging loose on his hips, sweat glistening on his chest inked with tattoos. His lips form words silently
Jeon Jungkook
Tell her everything’s fine.
Dispatcher: "Hello? Are you still there?"
Taehyung shaking his head furiously, voice trembling
Kim Taehyung
No! Send someone immediately! I need help!
Jungkook mutters under his breath, running a hand through damp hair, jaw clenched
He looks dangerous even half-covered, muscles shifting beneath the sheet as he stalks forward.
Why is he moving toward me like that? Why is he still calm? Why do his eyes look like fire and ocean at the same time — green with shards of teal and brown, piercing into me as if I’m prey? I can’t move. I can’t breathe.
The girl scrambles, half-dressed, whispers
Unknown Woman
I’m outta here.
She dives out the window without another word, vanishing into the street.
Taehyung still pressed to the wall, phone nearly slipping from my grip.
Jungkook snatches the phone with sharp fingers, voice smooth like melted honey as he speaks into it.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m sorry for the confusion, ma’am. Everything’s fine. Just a little miscommunication.
Dispatcher: "I’ll need to confirm with the caller."
Jungkook (eyes locking onto Taehyung, lips glistening, voice low but deadly)
Jeon Jungkook
Tell her everything’s fine.
Taehyung breath hitching, his throat tight, eyes locked on the silver glint of his lip ring.
Taehyung (weakly, defiant)
Kim Taehyung
N-No… send someone. There’s someone in my house who isn’t supposed to be!
Jungkook snarls, tossing the phone across the room, sheet slipping dangerously low, his body a map of tension and fury.
He roars, making me flinch.
He’s furious. He’s terrifying. My heart races so fast it hurts. My hands shake. Why does he still have the audacity to come closer?
Why does he look at me like he owns me, owns the air I’m breathing?
Taehyung (snapping, voice trembling but loud)
Kim Taehyung
Get out of my house!
Jungkook stops, tilts his head, then smirks darkly. He presses one arm against the wall by my head, caging me, leaning close enough that I smell cigarettes and sweat on his skin.
Jungkook (growling, lips brushing close enough I can feel the heat)
Jeon Jungkook
This is my house. And you’re gonna pay for that sh*t.
Kim Taehyung
💭 I can’t breathe. His voice sinks into me, claws at me. He’s half-naked, dangerous, and far too close. My chest heaves, panic blurring my vision. Please, someone
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