Everything's Fine _3
Jungkook smirk widens, his eyes glinting cold
Jeon Jungkook
What’s the matter, little prince? Cat got your tongue?
Taehyung thought his knees might buckle. Jungkook’s presence was suffocating, pressing down on him heavier than the wall behind his back. Every breath burned. He had never been trapped like this before—never by someone so terrifying, so unreadable.
Taehyung shaking his head quickly, words spilling before he can stop them
Kim Taehyung
I-I didn’t mean anything. I just—please, let me go—
Jungkook leans in closer, their noses nearly brushing, his voice dropping to a whisper
Jeon Jungkook
Let you go? You walk in here… mouth off… and think you can just walk away?
Taehyung thought his heart was slamming so violently it might burst. Jungkook wasn’t touching him, not really—just that arm against the wall, that body towering over him, heat radiating off his bare chest—but it was enough to crush the air out of him. He had never felt so cornered.
Taehyung tries to push at Jungkook’s chest, palms flat against his skin.
Kim Taehyung
Y-you’re scaring me. Stop it—
Jungkook glances down at the trembling hands on him, chuckles darkly, then grips Taehyung’s wrists in one hand with ease, pinning them above his head
Jeon Jungkook
Scaring you? Good. Maybe you’ll learn your place faster.
Taehyung thought Jungkook’s strength was unreal—like struggling against iron chains. His wrists burned where Jungkook’s fingers clamped down, and the closeness… god, the closeness… it was unbearable. He could smell the raw musk of sweat, the faint tang of smoke, the heat of his body like fire licking at his skin.
Taehyung voice cracking, eyes wide
Kim Taehyung
I didn’t do anything wrong
Jungkook snarls, his mouth curving near Taehyung’s ear
Jeon Jungkook
Didn’t do anything wrong? You broke into my fcking house. You think I wouldn’t notice some soft little brat wandering around?
Taehyung thought his lungs were collapsing. The way Jungkook’s words scraped against his skin, the way that hot breath feathered against his ear—every part of him screamed danger. He was terrified, yes, but there was something else crawling beneath the fear, something shameful he didn’t want to name.
Taehyung blurts, desperate
Kim Taehyung
I-I didn’t know! I swear, I didn’t know it was yours. Please—
Jungkook pulls back just enough to stare down at him, eyes narrowing dangerously
Jeon Jungkook
Then you’re either stupid… or a liar.
Taehyung thought Jungkook’s gaze stripped him bare. It was merciless, cold, yet burning all at once. He wanted to vanish under it, to melt into the floor, to escape this suffocating prison of heat and steel. But his body wouldn’t move. He was frozen, trapped between terror and something else he couldn’t name.
Taehyung shaking his head frantically, voice small
Kim Taehyung
N-no, I’m not lying. I didn’t mean—
Jungkook cuts him off with a low growl, pressing closer, his bare chest brushing Taehyung’s shirt
Jeon Jungkook
Mean it or not, you’re here. And in my world, little prince, mistakes have consequences.
Taehyung thought he might faint. Consequences. The word dripped like poison, curling into his veins, spreading panic through every nerve. Jungkook’s body was a wall, his voice a weapon, and Taehyung—weak, trembling—was utterly defenseless.
Taehyung pleads, voice trembling
Kim Taehyung
Please… don’t hurt me…
Jungkook chuckles darkly, tilting his head, eyes glinting like a predator’s
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t hurt you? You’re already shaking like a leaf. Haven’t even touched you yet.
Taehyung thought humiliation burned hotter than fear. Jungkook was mocking him, peeling back his weakness and laughing at it. He hated it. He hated Jungkook’s smirk, hated his cruel voice—yet his body betrayed him, trembling under that piercing gaze.
Jungkook squeezes Taehyung’s wrists tighter, his mouth so close their lips nearly brush
Jeon Jungkook
Tell me, pretty boy. Are you trembling because you’re scared… or because you want something else?
Taehyung thought his breath caught like a knife in his throat. No. No, that wasn’t true. He was scared, that was all—terrified. But Jungkook’s words clawed into him, forced him to face that dangerous, shameful shiver running through him. Fear. It had to be fear.
Taehyung choking out quickly, shaking his head
Kim Taehyung
I-I’m scared, that’s all. Just scared—
Jungkook smirks, tilts his head, voice low and cruel
Jeon Jungkook
Good. You should be.
Taehyung thought those words echoed like a death sentence. Jungkook leaned in even closer, the heat of him suffocating, the weight of his presence crushing. There was no escape. No air. Only the sharp edge of fear and the dark gleam of Jungkook’s eyes.
Jungkook presses closer, his chest brushing mine, the heat of his skin making it impossible to think. His smirk doesn’t waver.
Jungkook
Jeon Jungkook
Scared, pretty boy?
Taehyung thought his knees would buckle. Jungkook’s words slithered into his chest like poison and fire all at once. He wanted to shove him away, scream, run—but his body refused. His heart slammed so hard it felt like Jungkook could hear it.
Taehyung whispers, voice shaking
Kim Taehyung
Move… please…
Jungkook chuckles darkly, his breath ghosting over Taehyung’s ear as he lowers his voice.
Jeon Jungkook
Didn’t hear you. Louder.
Taehyung thought Jungkook was terrifying. He wasn’t like Minjae—sweet words, fake comfort, lies hidden under smiles. Jungkook was raw, sharp, unfiltered. Every move screamed danger.
Jungkook tilts his head, eyes narrowing as though he’s measuring how much fear is real. Then suddenly—
His palm slammed against the wall by Taehyung’s ear. The sound cracked like a gunshot. Taehyung flinched, heart crawling into his throat. Jungkook leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Taehyung’s ear.
Jungkook (whispering, husky)
Jeon Jungkook
This house doesn’t like liars. You… don’t look like one. But you’re still here. So what are you?
Kim Taehyung
I-I’m not—! I’m not a liar—
Taehyung thought his voice cracked like a fragile glass shattering against stone. Jungkook’s eyes glowed in the dim light, sharp as knives, like he could carve open the truth just by staring.
Jungkook smirks, pulling back slightly, but only to drag his gaze slowly down Taehyung’s face… then his throat.
Jeon Jungkook
Not a liar, huh? Then prove it.
Kim Taehyung
W-what do you mean…?
Jungkook leans in again, lips brushing so close Taehyung can taste smoke in the air.
Jungkook (growling)
Jeon Jungkook
Show me you’re not fake. Show me you’re real. Or I’ll make you.
Taehyung thought his pulse exploded. He didn’t understand what Jungkook meant. Prove it? Show him? His head spun, fear tangling with something else he refused to name.
Kim Taehyung
I-I don’t… understand…
Jungkook smirks wider, clearly enjoying the panic. He leans back an inch, enough to study Taehyung’s face.
Jeon Jungkook
Good. Don’t understand. That means I get to teach you.
Taehyung thought he couldn’t breathe. Jungkook’s words were laced with threat, but underneath… there was something else. Hunger. Possession. Like he’d already decided Taehyung belonged to him.
A shiver ripped down Taehyung’s spine. The words sank into him like poison, tainting the air he tried to breathe.
Taehyung whispers, almost choking
Kim Taehyung
W-what do you want from me?
Jungkook: pulls back just enough to look him dead in the eyes, smirk curling like a knife
Taehyung thought Jungkook’s smirk was lethal, promising ruin. His chest heaved, his fingers trembled, and yet… something inside him ached with a pull he couldn’t explain.
Jeon Jungkook
You think this is a game, pretty boy? Break my rules again and I’ll make sure you remember it.
Kim Taehyung
I-I didn’t mean to… I just—
Jeon Jungkook
Didn’t mean to? That’s not good enough. In my house, excuses don’t save you.
Kim Taehyung
You’re scaring me…
Jeon Jungkook
Good. You should be scared.
Jeon Jungkook
You’ve got two choices, Taehyung. Do what I say… or find out how ugly I can get.
Taehyung thought his knees weakened, the threat sinking deep into his bones. This wasn’t a boy he could argue with. Jungkook was a storm—violent, untouchable.
Kim Taehyung
…Fine. I’ll listen.
Jeon Jungkook
That’s better. See? You can be taught.
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t forget this feeling. Next time, I won’t just use words.
Taehyung thought dread coiled in his stomach. He believed Jungkook. Every word dripped with promise—of pain, of dominance.
Jungkook pushes off the wall, finally stepping back, but his smirk remains
Jeon Jungkook
Clean up your mess. Now.
Taehyung thought relief washed over him, air rushing back into his lungs. His hands shook as he nodded quickly, desperate to put space between them.
Taehyung thought Jungkook’s gaze never left him, tracking every move like a wolf watching prey. No matter how small the task, Taehyung felt the weight of that stare crushing him.
Jungkook lights another cigarette, exhales lazily, voice edged with mockery
Jeon Jungkook
You look like a frightened rabbit.
Kim Taehyung
Maybe because you’re terrifying!
Jeon Jungkook
Terrifying, huh? At least you’re honest.
Sudden banging on the front door
BOOM-BOOM-BOOM.
Police Voice (outside): “Open up! Police!”
The sound slams through me like salvation and terror all at once. Jungkook doesn’t even flinch—he just smirks wider, teeth flashing, like the cops mean nothing.
Jeon Jungkook
Saved by the bell, pretty boy.
The door bursts open. Two cops rush in, scanning the wrecked room. The broken glass, the overturned chair, my trembling frame pinned against the wall.
Cop 1: “What the hell is going on here?!”
I want to scream—tell them everything. That Jungkook’s terrifying. That he nearly killed me with his stare alone. But the words choke in my throat.
Jeon Jungkook
Just a misunderstanding, officer.
Cop 2: (snaps) “Back off. Both of you.”
The tension cracks, but not enough. Jungkook takes a deliberate step back, still watching me, eyes sharp, like promising this isn’t over.
Even with the police here, he doesn’t look scared. If anything, he looks… entertained. And I know—I just know—this is only the beginning.
Footsteps echo from the hall. A new figure enters
Minjae annoyed sigh, brushing past the cops
Minjae
What the hell’s going on now? Seriously—can’t you idiots stay out of trouble for five seconds?
Minjae
Great. Just perfect. Exactly the warm welcome I wanted for our new roommate.
Roommate? My stomach drops. My eyes flick to Jungkook—he’s already staring at me, his smirk curling wider, darker.
Jeon Jungkook
(Whispers) Looks like you’re not going anywhere, sweetheart.
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