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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Kim_Taehyung
      |_V/Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim
      Seokjin_|_Jin, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jeon_Jungkook, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope,
      Huang_Zi_Tao_|_Z.Tao
  Additional Tags:
      Forced_Relationship, Rape/Non-con_Elements, how_do_tag_things?, yikes
      this_is_a_mess--
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-30 Updated: 2017-11-01 Chapters: 2/? Words: 8649
****** Life's Prison ******
by Scoodaloo
Summary
     After being told that his debut was set in stone, Jungkook meets a
     new trainee at his agency. Taehyung, or V, instantly hits it off with
     him and they immediately become best friends. The night before his
     debut stage, he leaves the agency building to spend the rest of the
     day with his boyfriend Hoseok, but V has a different plan in mind.
***** Information! (OOC) *****
Hey guys! This is just to let you all (should I say all? Idk how many people
actually follow this story at all--) Anywyas~ This is to let whoever is reading
this know that Im going to be redoing the chapters I have up and putting a lot
of them together. Up until now, I just uploaded a new chapter whenever I felt
like there was at least a little information to move the story along and not
leave anyone reading, waiting for too long. Now, as I go back-- I realized all
the chapters a short as f***. So thats about it for this update. Im not 100%
sure when this will be happening, but relatively soon. You'll notice. It will
go from 16 chapters down to like-- less than 10 :/
Thats ittttt~~
~Jay
***** Chapter I *****
‘One year ago today I entered SnoWing Entertainment’s trainee program’ Jungkook
wrote, ‘Today, I have been given the news that I'm going to be making my
debut!’ He stopped and stared at the words, letting them play over in his head.
“No...what am I doing…” he mumbled to himself, “let's try this…” Jungkook held
down on the backspace and watched as the letters disappeared from the screen.
He smiled as be began typing again. ‘Hobi! I did it! You always said I would
and I did! I got the news today! I'm going to debut!’ As he finished, he hit
the send button on his phone, sending the wonderful announcement to his
boyfriend, Hoseok. He set down his phone and picked up his glass of water, but
just as it reached his lips, his phone buzzed, startling him slightly yet
almost to the point of him spilling the drink. ‘Oh my god! I told you you'd do
it! You are so talented and special, they’d have to realize that eventually!
Congratulations! I love you! Come home soon though… I miss you ㅜ.ㅜ ♥’ Jungkook
smiled at the message sadly as he could hear his voice saying all of the words
perfectly in his mind. He hadn't seen his boyfriend in almost five weeks and he
really missed him as well. The last time they had said goodbye was the hardest.
He was told by his company he was going to be busy for a while and not to plan
on going home but he hadn't expected it to be this difficult to be away from
Hoseok.
Being away from the other seemed like a part of him was missing. They’d been
childhood friends-- ever since middle school-- and were practically attached at
the hip back then. By the time Hoseok was 16, Jungkook 13, they were dating.
Hoseok had come out to the younger the year prior by telling him he had feeling
for him. Jungkook had nearly choked but told him to give him a while to think
about it. He said that in the meantime, he’d treat him no differently than he
had. This seemed to be fine to Hoseok and for a while it worked out. But, after
about 2 months, Hoseok brought it up again and Jungkook hesitated. He told him
that he didn't think he was straight, but he was still working out his feelings
for the other. Hoseok, looking slightly defeated, nodded but agreed to give the
younger male as much time as he needed. After another few months, Jungkook
called Hoseok early in the morning. Hoseok had answered, complaining that his
friend was calling at 4 am, but still was there, asking what was going on.
Jungkook told him to shut up and the other went silent, debating hanging up,
thinking the other may have been in a bad mood and just going to tell him off.
However, the exact opposite occurred. “Hoseok, I know we’ve known each other
forever and I know that you've told me before that you're gay and that you like
me and-- well… I can't come to any other decision no matter how hard I try.”
Hoseok stopped the other for a moment, practically begging him not to cut their
ties at 4 in the morning when he was hardly awake, but Jungkook, yet again,
told him to shut up. “I'm not trying to tell you that, asshole. Just listen to
me, will ya?!” He practically yelled into the phone, “I'm trying to tell you
that I think I have feelings for you, too!” The line went silent before he
heard a small sniffle and Hoseok began crying of happiness. He had been so
worried the conversation was end in the loss of a friend and he couldn't help
but be completely relieved and beyond happy.
Their relationship after that changed dramatically. Those around would never
have noticed a difference as they had acted very close beforehand, but now,
their words help much more meaning. The simple ‘I love you’s after a messed up
joke or a funny moment, no longer meant “you're my best friend,” but rather,
“I'm glad you're mine.” It was a nice feeling for the boys who had had so many
struggles in the beginning of their confessions.
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The next morning, he went to his regular vocal theory lessons with a huge grin
on his face. He couldn't help it. With the news of his debut, his lips wouldn't
seem to lay flat. “Class,” Their teacher, Mr. Kim Jongdae, called out, clapping
his hands to get everyone’s attention, “We have a newbie entering as of today.
Treat him well. He shares the same dream as all of you.” Jongdae moved aside,
motioning to the new student. “This is Kim Taehyung. His stage name will be
‘V.’ As always, try to call everyone by their stage names to familiarize them
with it. Now, V, if you would take a seat, we’ll begin today's lesson.” V
stared at him blankly, unsure of where to go. Jongdae understood without
needing to hear him say it. “How about over there” he suggested, motioning to
the corner of the room, “You can sit next to Jungkook.” V followed his
instructions and went into the corner next to the grinning boy.
“Hi, I'm Jungkook.” He stated happily, holding out a hand to the new student.
“Its nice to meet you.”
“Im V. And it's nice to meet you, too.” He took Jungkook's hand in both of his
own, bowing politely, “Please take care of me.”
Jungkook smiled as the boy then returned his focus to the class. Normally this
was his favorite part of the day and it always flew by too quickly, today
though, it seemed to drag on longer than he had expected. Lately, it had mostly
consisted of people preparing songs for a test and performing them. They still
weren't finished, but they had a side topic today. Throughout the lesson,
Jungkook couldn't help but steal glances at this “V” guy. He was somehow
extremely intriguing. He had slightly tanned skin, not normally a turn on for
Jungkook as he teased his boyfriend about it all the time, but somehow, this V
pulled it off. He had wavy hair that looked as though it had been
professionally styled that morning. Not to mention it was a faded pastel purple
that made Jungkook a little jealous that he couldn't have thought of trying the
color first. He was so distracted with sneaking peaks at the new kid that he
nearly jumped out of his seat when his name was called.
“Jungkook?” The professor began from the front of the room, “Since you have
enough time to stare into space, I guess that means you’re ready to perform for
your test?” He asked condescendingly, not giving the boy a choice in the
matter.
Jungkook winced slightly, “There was something I still wanted to iron out
before I…”
“It's too late now. You seem to be feeling big and bad since the news of your
debut, but you're still are in my class, so now you're taking my test.”
Jungkook sighed in defeat for two reasons. One, he had to test early and hadn't
been able to work on the one thing left in his song, and two, he had been
hoping to keep the who debut thing under wraps until everything was set in
stone. “Alright…” He said, standing from his seat. “Do you want me in front of
the class, or--?” He asked, trailing off, knowing full well his teacher knew
what he was referring to. Jongdae said no so he took a deep breath and prepared
himself where he was.
“You know the drill Jungkook. Full name, song, artist, and the first thirty
seconds.”
‘I know, dammit…’ thought Jungkook, slightly annoyed. Not at his teacher, but
at the situation. He breathed in deeply. He, though trained for this and about
to do it professionally, was a bit nervous. There were some pretty judgmental
jerks in this class and he honestly wanted to knock all of them upside the head
for being so self centered. Another deep breath and he was off. “My name is
Jeon Jungkook and I will be singing the beginning of ‘Born Singer’ by... Jeon
Jungkook.” he sped through his name the second time, hoping to god no one would
pick up on the fact that he was composing his own songs at this point. A hushed
whisper fell over the class, however, as they murmured about him writing his
own song and what the English title meant. Koreans were odd in that way. Took
English for their entire school lives, but could hardly speak a word of it.
He let all his air before taking a catch breath and beginning.
“I'm a born singer
It’s just a little belated confession
I swear
The mirage that always seemed so far away is now before my eyes
It's here
I'm a born singer
Perhaps it a little early of a confession
But I’m so happy
I'm good
Woah woah yeah~” He finished cutting it off after a slight run to make it seem
more like an ending than the middle of a song. Or rather, the middle of a work
in progress. That was what he had wanted to work on, but in the heat of the
moment, he had nailed it. He silently thanked his teacher for always telling
him to just trust his voice to know what to do when the time came. The class
seemed to stare in awe for a moment before clapping, telling Jungkook he could
sit down. His teacher looked at him, slightly disappointed that he couldn't
have thrown him off by being called on randomly and doing it early, but proud
all the same knowing he had taught a new big hit singer.
When Jungkook sat down, V nudged his shoulder. “Oh my god!” He whisper shouted
at him, “You're so good! No wonder you’re lined up for debut!” Jungkook smiled
sheepishly, whispering a clumsy thank you before going back to staring off into
space. V turned back to the front, listening to what Jongdae had to say on the
topic of natural v.s forced vibrato and soon began quietly humming the tune of
Born Singer. Jungkook looked over at him. He was biting his lip gently and
twiddling a pencil between his fingers. The young singer could have sworn he
saw him glance to the side and look at him from the corner of his eye. This “V”
was so intriguing.
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After that day, V and Jungkook were inseparable. They were two peas in a pod.
Their personalities, though quite different- Jungkook being and introvert who
preferred time alone to loud and crowded placed, and V being the loud and
extroverted person that seemed to completely counteract Jungkook’s every
preference -were perfectly fitting. It was a match made in heaven. If that's
something you believe in that is--  Regardless, everywhere Jungkook went, you
could count on V being somewhere nearby. Well-- Nearby or hanging all over
Jungkook. V had a nasty habit of slinging his arm over the younger and holding
his own hand around the boy's neck, smiling like the idiot he and his new
companion acted like. Something about it was comforting to Jungkook, though.
Maybe it was the way his lips formed a rectangle when he grinned or perhaps the
way his eyes almost completely closed when he laughed so hard he could feel his
abs forming, clapping like a seal and not caring how dumb he looked, but
something in that boys smile and voice always put soon-to-be idol’s nerves at
ease. Whenever Jungkook wasn't busy, they would hang around in the practice
room, working on anything from walking straight and posing to doing flips for
dance.They did it all together. From prep to sleep. Through conversation and
getting ready for Jungkook’s debut, V quickly overtook the ‘best friend’ spot
in the boy's life. Because preparing for his debut was crazy busy work,
Jungkook often couldn't get home to see Hoseok, but that is where V was
extremely handy. He was like a home away from home. He, having only known him
for about four months now, felt like he’d known him his whole life.
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On one rare weekend when Jungkook actually got the chance to go home, he and
Hoseok were snuggling on the couch, Jungkook tucked up next to the elder, he
head resting on his shoulder. They were watching the news when something rather
rare, since the case went cold, came onto the screen. “Breaking news!” The
screen read, “Sighting of Min Yoongi. Missing: 2 years.”
“Geeze… It's such a shame he hasn't been found yet.” Jungkook said, a frown
spreading over his face. Kidnapping had always been a sensitive topic for him.
He hated the idea of being taken in the night and never found again. And
imagining what those freaks did to their victims? He nearly could throw up at
the thought.
“I heard he was a trainee. A rapper like me, but from your agency though.”
“No kidding…” Jungkook looked up at his boyfriend’s face before resting his
head back on Hoseok’s chest, “I wonder if this kidnapper guy is as twisted as
they say. The one time someone got away from him, supposedly he was too scared
to tell the police about him and wound up killing himself.”
“Seriously?” Hoseok asked, leaning back and looking at his boyfriend in pure
surprise. “I’ve never heard that!” He made a face of disbelief and shook his
head slightly before turning back to the show that had now come back on after
the announcement. Jungkook shrugged and went back to watching the TV. He
thought about going to the internet to check and see if there was any more
information on it, but ultimately decided to just enjoy his time with Hoseok
while he could. The male sighed, closing his eyes for a moment and leaving the
thoughts of kidnapping behind him.
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Back at the company building, Jungkook was busy as ever. His debut was a mere 3
days away and the nerves were eating him alive. “Hey,” V cooed, rubbing circles
on the younger boy's back gently, “You're gonna be fine! With talent like
yours, people are going to love you.” He stated optimistically, yet still more
serious than usual. Jungkook knew V was right, but he couldn't shake the
feeling something was going to happen. He had a very good sixth sense. Ever
since he was young, he was always good at reading situations. With or without
his luck of taking in his surroundings, he always worried too much about almost
everything. Well, at least it passed the time quicker. And like clockwork, the
next 2 days flew past. Jungkook was told he should go home for the debut so he
would be able to spend the next few hours with his family.
Well… they thought he'd spend it with family.
‘Hey, I have the night off.’ he texted to his lover, a smile ever so obvious on
his face, lightening up the rest of his features with the turn up on his lips.
Just the thought of being able to spend some much needed time with his
boyfriend caused Jungkook to beam. To glow. To be the happiest li’l bean that
ever walked the earth.
‘Seriously? You should come over ;D’ He got back mere seconds later. Jungkook
knew full well what the winky face was about and it sparked something inside
him. He quickly gathered his things and headed to the main of the agency. As
Jungkook prepared to leave the building, he nonchalantly asked around if anyone
had seen V. He wanted to say goodbye for the night, yet everyone insisted they
hadn't seen him and sent Jungkook on his way home, friendless. He walked out of
the building, Jungkook pulled his headphones out of his pocket. Hoseok didn't
live very far away. About a 45 minute walk from the building. Knowing this, and
despite his gut feeling, he decided to walk rather than take a cab home that
night, insisting to himself that he would be fine. It wasn't late-- only 6-
- what was the worst that could happen? As he followed the sidewalk home, he
bobbed his head to the music, allowing himself to perform parts of his dance
routine as he wandered down the street. Behind him, he heard loud footsteps
thudding and as he turned around, an arm came down around his shoulders,
throwing him forward slightly.
“Jesus Christ, V! You scared the crap out of me!” Jungkook yelled, pulling out
his headphones.
V smiled brightly, his eyes closing up as he ushered an apology to the boy,
“Sorry, but how dare you leave without saying anything!?” He teased, his voice
sounding as though Jungkook had just betrayed him and ruined their friendship
entirely. He always had been quite the actor and Jungkook sometimes had a hard
time telling when he was joking around or being serious.
“I looked for you but no one could find you, so I figured I’d just text you.”
The younger explained, shrugging slightly before pulling his phone from his
pocket and pausing his music. It was no coincidence either that the song on was
his debut track so he could continue memorizing every beat, note, and break in
the song.
“Yeah, yeah…” V said, shifting his other arm slightly in his pocket. Jungkook
noticed the small motion and eyeballed his other arm.
“What do you have in there?” He asked, nodding his head toward his arm and
wondering why he hadn't removed his hand since grabbing him. After a second
another thing hit him. It was the middle of summer and hot as hell yet V was in
a jacket. “Also, aren’t you hot? I'm just in a tanktop and  I’m  sweating.”
“Oh...well... “V shifted uncomfortably, refusing to look directly at Jungkook.
Slowly moving the arm around Jungkook, V positioned it just right before making
his move. His hand clasped over Jungkook’s mouth, his other hand flying from
his pocket, placing a cloth over his nose, making it impossible to breath any
other way. Mistakenly taking a deep breath in through his nose, a strange scent
filled Jungkook’s nostrils, making his head spin. His vision blurred and the
world began to rock around him. Jungkook's body tingled all over and numbness
spread through his limbs and he looked at Tae with a look of betrayal as he
fell to the ground. The last thing he saw was Taehyung smiling in a devilish
way, the likes of which he’d never seen before.
 
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Hoseok paced back and forth impatiently, finger held to his lips, mumbling
random thoughts that came to mind. “Maybe he ran away… too much stress? No no
no… this was his dream! He’d have told me right? Did I do something? Was he
ever suicidal? No, they’d have found a body by now… Right?” Thoughts swam round
and round in his head. He could think of any logical reason that Jungkook would
be ignoring his calls and texts. And for two days for Christs sake! Suddenly
becoming too overwhelmed with the situation, he ruffled his hair and fell onto
the couch. His phone, sitting next to him on the cushions, was too tempting to
resist even though it had just been thrown there in frustration a few minutes
prior.  “Hi, this is Jung Hoseok again… Any new information?” There was a pause
in the line and his heart sank, “Thanks anyways…” He collapsed onto the back of
the couch and sighed. His lids closed, a tear slowly forming in the corner of
his eye before sliding down his cheek. The frustration he felt was
unbelievable. Jungkook loved him and would have absolutely told him if he was
having a hard time at the agency. He turned on his phone and looked through it
for the umpteenth time. Opening his and Jungkook's messages from the past few
months and reading through each conversation-- trying to find anything that
might give him the ever unobtainable answer he was looking for.
“When he told me he was coming home… Debut message… When he met…” Hoseok froze,
“when he met…” Hoseok’s thoughts were interrupted by a call on his cell phone.
“Hello?! Jungkook?!”
“No, sorry. This is the police department. Please come down to the station we
have just found something in the missing persons case. We need you to identify
it for us.”
At those words, his heart fell further than he even thought possible and his
stomach lept into his throat. “I-Identify something?” His hand clasped over his
mouth as his mind wandered to the worst case scenario without a second thought.
“I-I… I’ll be right there…” He hung up and his emotions overwhelmed his entire
being. His chest heaved deeply and tears streamed down his face as he readied
himself to go to the police station.
There is a lot of insane things in the world. War, genocide, murder, theft,
rape… a lot. There are also things that cause emotional strife as well. Things
like breakups and divorces. Like deaths of a loved one. A death of someone that
is so close to you that you can't even remember what life was like without
them. Someone so close that you’d literally sell your soul to Satan to buy them
a new ice cream cone if theirs fell on the floor. Seeing something like this
can drive that person absolutely mad. Drive them to cry, scream, be angry… but
today?
Hoseok walked into the police station with a grim look on his face. The young
lady at the front desk immediately knew who he was. He had been at that station
at least four times in the past two and a half days. He couldn't help but keep
coming back over and over. This was his childhood friend, had practically been
family until he became his lover. Hoseok was at a loss of what to do so coming
here seemed the most logical. Among other things, of course. If he was
anything, it was persistent. Hoseok, after never hearing from Jungkook the
night he was supposed to come over, immediately began asking around. The
company knew nothing and were even about to contact him for helping locating
the young male. When he contacted the police they began searching, and he
wouldn't be satisfied with that. Hoseok got in touch with the radio stations
and had them broadcast a message for everyone to keep their eyes out for
Jungkook.
“Investigation room nine” the woman practically whimpered, a sympathetic look
on her face as she motioned around the corner.
Hoseok nodded politely, bowing a little to show his respect before following
her motion and walking towards his inevitable doom. The curved hallway seemed
to drag on forever as he walked past the white walls and door after door of
other investigations. His mind, not wanting to focus on what he may fine, tried
to play a song in his mind but all that he could muster was the song Jungkook
was meant to debut with. He wasn't supposed to know what it sounded like, but
Jungkook had caved after hours of begging and shown him the demo. Hoseok
stopped outside the door he’d been told to go to and took a deep breath, trying
not to have an anxiety attack under his circumstances. He fell to his knees
when he walked into the investigation room of the police station. Not of
sadness, but pure relief. Sitting on the table was a black duffel bag with
white letters and a check mark reading “Nike.” Literally nothing in that moment
could have made him a happier person with the description he got over the
phone. He walked to the bag where they immediately showed him the small tag on
the outside with the letters “ㅉ” scribbled on it. Saying nothing, Hoseok opened
the bag faster than he could think. He pulled out everything in the bag. The
younger's spare shorts, his sweatshirt, deodorant, hairbrush. Then he found a
light at the bottom reading “Messages ~ 47 Missed calls ~ 29”
Jungkook’s phone.
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A low groan spilled from Jungkook’s throat as he groggily opened his eyes,
revealing his bloodshot eyes. Slowly, re registered his surroundings and le
looked around, taking in a completely different scene than he was expecting.
Rather than waking up in his bed next to Hoseok, he quickly identified
something that scared him to the core. He was lying on a bed, but this room was
enormous compared to the small one in the apartment complex he and his
boyfriend shared. Probably the size of the entire apartment itself. Jungkook
looked around the room in awe before coming to the realization that he had been
stripped of his clothes. He pulled up the sheets, covering his body as though
he were hiding from some invisible person in the room. A soft knock on the door
nearly made him jump out of his skin.
“Are you awake yet, Kookie?” a familiar voice and nickname sounded through the
door.
Suddenly the memories of the night before flooded back… Or maybe it was 2
nights before? Jungkook wasn't sure of the timing. For all he knew, he had been
asleep for a week. “V-V?” He stuttered at the disembodied voice. The door
creaked open and a confidently smiling V walked into the room. No, not
confident. That was an understatement. He looked downright cocky. “V, what’s
going on?” Jungkook muttered, shifting to the other side of the bed as V neared
him. Suddenly becoming even more aware of his nakedness, he pulled the covers
up higher on his body. Even through the confusion in his mind, he couldn’t help
but notice how stupidly soft the covers were. He felt as though he were being
caressed by a cloud.
“Do you remember anything?” V asked, stopping about three feet from the bed.
His arms crossed in front of his body and his feet moved to shoulder width as
his hip popped out as he stared at his guest.
“Kind of?” Jungkook said, rubbing his head with the palm of his hand, looking
down at his lap, “It's a blur though. I just remember walking with you… Asking
what was in your pocket… then--” Jungkook looked up at V, sudden horror
flooding his eyes, “You… you kidnapped me.”
“So you do remember then.” The older stated, walking to the edge of the bed. He
stood by the foot of it, leaning, arms still crossed, on one of the posts that
held up the canopy.
“Why would you do that?” Jungkook asked, his body ready to run at the drop of a
pin. His muscles were clenched and one leg was already off the bed slightly as
if to test how fast he could leave, if the need should arise.
“Well,” V began, resting his knees on the bed, “Because when I find something I
like…” He put his hands down on the sheets, beginning to crawl towards the
younger boy, sure his shoulder blades popped up as much as possible to give off
more of a predatory feeling. “I just have to have it.”
Jungkook fell backwards, landing on his back before trying to get up and run
from the man he  thought  was his best friend. As he stood and tried to take a
step though, his legs buckled under his weight and he collapsed in a pile on
the floor. “What did you do to me?” He practically shouted, glaring at V
through the bangs hanging in his face.
“There are still drugs running through your system. I probably should have told
you not to make any sudden movements…” he replied, chuckling to himself
slightly.
A low groan escaped Jungkook as he pulled himself up, using the post at the
foot of the bed as a support. He held onto the wood tightly, unwilling to let
himself be lower because of this fucked up situation. Blowing his bangs out of
his face with a puff of air that sounded like an annoyed huff, and it really
was, Jungkook continued to glare at V. “Why did you bring me here?”
“I already told you why. You interest me. From the moment I heard you sing on
that first day,  thought to myself, ‘he’s going to be my pet.’ And so here we
are.” V stated proudly, smiling his big rectangular smile as though nothing out
of the ordinary was happening. He watched carefully as the other boy, confused
and dazed, tried to sort the situation out in his head, holding onto the post
as though it would be the difference between life and death.
“Where are we?”
“My house. Why?”
“I need to know where to tell the police to look for me.” He spat, trying to
intimidate his kidnapper. His glare, though intimidating to anyone else, had no
effect on V. Jungkook couldn't bring himself to be completely cold towards the
other because a small part of him still hoped this was all an elaborate prank
and he was just messing around.
V merely chuckled, “Please. Haven't you already realized. You're mine. I left
everything behind. Your bag, clothes, phone. You have nothing here.” A smile
crooked itself on his lips again, “Well… you have me.”
“Have you, my ass!” Jungkook yelled, “Let me out of here! I need go home! I
need to get back to Hoseok! I need to--” He suddenly froze.  ‘Oh god… Hoseok…
he was expecting me home.’  Biting his lower lip gently, he took a deep breath,
trying to calm himself some “How long have I been here?” It didn't work as he
was suddenly panicking more than before.
“About 2 days.”
“Let me out.” Jungkook whispered through gritted teeth.
“What?”
“LET ME OUT!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, earning a flinch from the
older male. “Let me out now! I need to get home! You can't keep me here! I’ll
get out myself if I have to. I have to tell Hoseok I'm okay!”
V looked down at the bed, his bangs hanging in his face. Jungkook stopped
yelling in that instant, feeling the entire aura around V shift from
accommodating and patient to complete rage. “Hoseok this, Hoseok that…” He
mumbled “Everything is about that guy.” He looked up and left the bed, walking
around to where Jungkook was leaning on the post. He grabbed his wrists,
pulling from the wood and throwing his back against the bed. “I tried to be
nice! I tried to make you feel welcome here! I was going to let you forget that
boy and live here with me!”
“No!” Jungkook shouted, “He’s my boyfriend! I'm not going to forget him! Not
even if you kill me!”
“Don’t tempt me… That’s still an option.” V climbed on the bed, wrestling
Jungkook’s hands into one of his own and onto the sheets as he straddled his
abdomen. “I wasn't planning on this, but you've managed to push all my buttons
in a matter of minutes! Be ready. This is what you did to yourself.” He said
his voice deep in Jungkook’s ear. The boy’s eyes widened as he felt V’s fingers
dragging down his chest slowly. As V’s hand felt it’s way down the body of the
boy pinned under him, Jungkook’s legs kicked against the bed, trying to get
some leverage in aid of his escape. His legs fell flat and his back arched off
the bed however as V roughly grabbed his exposed member.
“Stop!” He screamed, “You're 18! This is legal rape!” Jungkook yelled as loud
as he could, “Leave me alone!”
A steady hand pumped its way up and down the younger boy’s shaft, ripping
involuntary moans from Jungkook’s throat. V leaned forward placing a brisk kiss
on the boy’s lips, “Calm down” he said, his voice lower than Jungkook even
though possible, “There are still drugs in your system. You might pass out.”
There was genuine care behind V’s words, though Jungkook couldn't decide if he
was worried or didn't want to fuck an unconscious body.
He hadn't noticed it before and wasn't sure why he was seeing it in this moment
of all times, but V was dressed up rather nicely. He was wearing a black suit
with a dark purple tie around his neck, highlighting the fact that his hair had
been redyed within the past few days. Resting his forehead against his
partners, V quickened his pace slightly, causing the younger to snap back to
reality. What was he doing admiring him at a time like this?!
His eyes closed as V rubbed his thumb over Jungkook’s slit, smearing the precum
his skin. He could feel his climax building in the pit of his stomach as V
pumped him steadily. Why did it turn out like this? Wasn't this guy supposed to
be his friend? Suddenly, V took his hand away from Jungkook, leaving him a few
moments to catch his breath. There was a pause in Taehyung’s movement lead
Jungkook to struggle slightly while he could but V held his wrists tightly. He
pulled his face away from Jungkook’s. Opening his eyes slightly, the younger
could see his captor loosening his tie. He knew what was coming next, and sure
enough, the next thing he knew, the soft fabric was being wrapped around his
wrists tightly. In that moment, Jungkook was probably the most scared he’d ever
been in his entire life. After his wrists were successfully bound, V leaned
next to his ear, placing a soft kiss on it before nipping at the skin gently.
“Now be a good boy and sit still.” He whispered in an octave Jungkook didn't
know Taehyung had the ability to hit. Tae unbuttoned his shirt halfway and
pulled off his jacket, revealing beautifully tanned skin. He leaned over the
boy and allowed his hands to trail along Jungkook’s sides, gently dragging his
nose over the boy’s abdomen. A wave of shivers ran down Jungkook’s spine as his
body accepted the situation. Unfortunately for his body though, his mind was
still fighting hard. He clenched his jaw, not letting the slightest expression
cross his face or sound escape his throat.
As his oppressor reached his pelvis, Jungkook’s breath hitched. V’s hands
rubbed over his hips before coming close together on his inner thighs. His
chest seized and his right leg bent at the sudden vulnerability he was feeling.
In a way, by bending his legs, he felt a little more in control of this insane
situation. He felt he had leverage against Taehyung. Tae left a loving kiss on
the base of Jungkook's cock before moving down further, brushing his nose over
his length. With his hands trailing behind, it took a good five seconds before
they met his current position, pushing Jungkook’s thighs apart for V’s full
viewing pleasure. His long nimble fingers massaged Jungkook’s legs strongly,
pulling a low moan from the boy’s throat. Biting the inside of his lip
aggressively, Jungkook had to remind himself of the situation. It was hard
though, considering how similarly strong Taehyung’s touch was compared to
Hoseok’s.
V released a hot breath onto Jungkook’s member sending a wave of heat through
the boy's stomach and before he even could register the exhilaration, a finger
was tracing the rim of his entrance. Jungkook whimpered slightly before
catching himself and holding back his voice. V grinned. “Beautiful… Let me hear
your voice more.” he whispered, taking Jungkook’s length into his other hand,
rubbing around the head with his thumb. Jungkook’s hip twitched slightly at the
stimulation, but Tae was nowhere near satisfied with the simple movement.  He
began slowly moving his hand up and down the boy's cock, gently dragging his
nails across the sensitive skin, causing Jungkook to bite back moans. V smirked
at the slight success and decided it was time.
Jungkook’s back arched off the bed as a finger suddenly thrusted into him,
something between a moan and a scream escaping his lips. He and Hoseok did this
on the most regular schedule he could with his trainee work, but somehow, Tae
did it in a way Jungkook could have never prepared himself for. It wasn't even
that it was different than how Hoseok did it. Just that it wasn't him.
Jungkook bit his lip aggressively as V pushed his finger deeper and he watched
as his Kookie tried to hold himself back and smirked. “You know, this is
basically the same as you breaking up with your boyfriend. Hoseok, was it? You
might as well enjoy it.” He stated, earning a death glare from Jungkook, “ Oh
come on. You're stuck with me now. You might as well forget that other guy and
just be mine completely.”
“No way in hell, asshole.” He spat.
Tae scoffed, “Such a dirty mouth. Maybe it needs to be cleansed.” Taehyung
quickly withdrew his finger from Jungkook and crept off the bed, he undid the
button and zipper on his pants, pulling them off entirely. He crawled back onto
the bed to kneel next to the younger’s face. Jungkook, staring in the opposite
direction only scowled when he felt the bed shift next to him again, knowing
full well that Taehyung was back with him. Probably naked now. He felt a gentle
hand cup his jaw before jerking him violently to look at his oppressor. He was
almost right. The only clothing remaining on Tae was an unbuttoned white dress
shirt. Despite his opposition to the situation, his body just wasn't listening.
Seeing Taehyung almost completely naked sent a shiver down his spin and he
could feel the excitement pooling in his hips.
“Open your mouth.”
The order snapped Jungkook back to reality. V had noticed the younger’s eyes
glossing over and couldn't quite tell if he was losing his senses or drifting
off. After speaking though, Jungkook’s eyes refocused on him and regained their
original disdain. “No way in hell, asshole.” He repeated, grimacing at him.
Jungkook tried to look away, fighting with the strong grip Tae had on his jaw.
He couldn't break away though, his kidnapper forcing him to look, whether or
not he wanted to. V tightened his hold, pushing his fingers between Jungkook's
molars, forcing the boy's mouth open.
“I said, open your mouth.”
“And I thought I made myself clea-” Jungkook’s mumbled response was cut short
by Taehyung thrusting his hips forward, forcing his length into his mouth. The
younger practically threw up as Taehyung’s head burrowed its way into the back
of Jungkook’s throat, triggering his gag reflex. Tears built in his eyes and he
tried to pull back. V pulled away some and Jungkook released the breath he
didn't realize he had be holding in. He coughed as his mouth was freed
slightly, his tongue pushing up against Tae as his throat spasmed. A small moan
threatened to escape Taehyung’s lips as Jungkook’s warm tongue pressed along
the underside of his erection. Using his free hand, Tae ran his fingers through
the boy’s hair, gently tugging in places. He slowly pulled his hips almost
completely away from Jungkook’s mouth before pushing right back in. He quickly
built up a rhythm that had Jungkook holding back tears.
Jungkook tried to mumble something against V’s dick, but he was too preoccupied
to notice. Unfortunately for him, that something was  supposed  to be, “Get out
of my mouth or I’ll bite you.”
And he did.
Jungkook clenched his jaw together and bit down hard on V’s length, causing the
older to fall back onto the bed.
“Ahh! You little shit! What the fuck was that?!”
“I tried to tell you…” Jungkook began, coughing and sputtering at the sudden
availability of air, “But you were too busy to notice.”
Taehyung sat back up and grabbed Jungkook’s hair tightly in his hand, pulling
his head up towards his own, “Don't you  dare  bite me again! It can only get
worse for you from here. The nicer you are, the nicer I am. Don't make it hard
on yourself.” Jungkook winced at the pain in his head but found it in himself
to spit on Taehyung’s cheek in rebellion to the situation. Tae’s head jerked
slightly as the saliva landed on his skin. He stared back at Jungkook, his
expression somewhere between question and pure rage. “Alright then.” He said
calmly, “You've chosen your path…” Jungkook raised an eyebrow before opening
his mouth in a silent scream.
Using his hair a leverage, V slammed  his head against the wall behind the bed.
Unsatisfied with no sound coming from Jungkook, he hit his head again. “Yell.
Yell now or I won't stop.” He continually smashed Jungkook's head into the
wall, each time only receiving a small whimper from the boy's throat. A solid
two minutes of this passed before V finally gave up and released his grip on
Jungkook’s hair. As his head fell to the pillows below, his eyes were dull and
glossed over, absently staring at the covers next to him. His whole body was
limp except for the occasional tensing of a muscle. Not minding the sudden
docility, V continued his work on the boy’s body, claiming him as his own. He
moved down his body, regaining his original positioning. He licked up the
underside of Jungkook’s partial erection, pushing one finger into him as he did
so. Though his face remained unchanged, his body still reacted with a jerk of
his hips. Tae licked around the head once before taking his length into his
mouth.
Jungkook’s body reacted well to the stimulation and V could feel him growing
steadily in his mouth. Before long, he added another finger that easily slid
in. Not waiting for Jungkook to adjust at all, he immediately began scissoring
his fingers, stretching him out as much as he could. When he felt the other was
ready, Tae pushed his third finger in earning a another twitch of Jungkook’s
hips. It took him a moment to realize he had found the boy’s sweet spot, but
when he did, he immediately began targeting it, intent on pushing Jungkook over
the edge more than once that day. Milking him dry if he could.
V pulled his fingers out and released Jungkook’s erection from his mouth and he
could have almost sworn he heard a slight whimper from the boy. He didn't worry
though because soon, he would be filled to the point that he’d be crying out
rather than whimpering. Taehyung aligned himself at Jungkook’s entrance and
leaned over the boy, brushing his hair away from his eyes and placing a soft
kiss on his forehead. “If you had been this good from the beginning, you would
have been feeling better by now.” He whispered in a deep and husky voice,
driven by lust. Taehyung rolled his hips, letting the head of his dick trace
around Jungkook’s hole before pressing in just slightly, only allowing the tip
to enter before pulling out again. He did this about five or six times before
Jungkook’s body began responding to the sensation. On the final time he pushed
in, Jungkook’s hips pushed down, forcing his cock in deeper. V took that as the
go sign, not caring if it was intentional or just his hips jerking. With no
hesitation, he slammed violently into Jungkook’s ass, finally earning a yelp
from the boy. He smirked before slowly pulling out and repeating the process.
Soon, his retractions became just as fast as his thrusts. Leaning over
Jungkook’s body, he closed his eyes to avoid cumming faster than he wanted. The
more he stared at that beautiful face, the closer he got to his climax. His
thrusts became slightly more erratic as small moans began to come from
Jungkook’s throat.
The way the younger felt around Taehyung was amazing to say the least. Not like
anything he'd ever felt before. Taehyung had been gay as long as he could
remember, but in all that time and all the people he’d been with, this was so
good- so new. Jungkook seemed to be impossibly tight as rather than loosening,
he seemed to be clenching his walls even closer to force moans from the back of
Taehyung’s throat. Hot, too. Something about the heat of the inside of another
person was always the male’s favorite part of sex. The contrast of the air
outside to the sheer amount of body heat squeezing him was something that drove
him wild.
A low moan escaped Jungkook's mouth and Tae opened his eyes to find glossy
brown ones staring back at him in a haze of lust. He smiled lazily and leaned
down to place a kiss on his lips. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked, a hint of
exasperation in his voice.
“So much babe” Jungkook moaned.
“Oh, so I'm ‘babe’ now?”
“You always been my babe and you know that.” He stated, chuckling slightly as
he leaned up to rest his forehead on V’s.
“Always?” Tae scoffed, “You weren't saying that five minutes ago.”
“What are you talking about? Stop messing around hyung~ You know I love you!”
“Hyung...” V pulled most of the way out and stopped moving, staring down at the
boy under him, “You've never called me ‘hyung’ before, Jungkook…”
“What the heck? Are you drunk or something? I call you hyung all the time
babe.”
“No you don-- Wait… Jungkook? Who am I?”
“Why would you even ask that? You're my boyfriend. Are you sure you're not
drunk, Hoseok?”
“Hose-” Taehyung trailed off. Not remembering clearly the events leading up to
this, he couldn't bring himself to understand why Jungkook had gone into a
state of denial as to who he was with.
Jungkook licked his lips, “Come on babe, move.” He wiggled his hips, scooting
himself closer and forcing Taehyung deeper into him.
“But I'm not… You're…” Tae sighed, “Alright…” He wasn't too keen on taking
advantage of Jungkook’s confusion, but at this point, there was no going back.
Taehyung pushed back in, picking up his rhythm again, making moans spill from
Jungkook’s mouth. Reaching down, his fingers crept around the younger’s cock,
ripping a small yelp from the boy as he touched the sensitive area.
“Hobi~ If you… Too fast…” His mind was elsewhere and sentences wouldn't form
correctly, leaving Taehyung to guess at what he meant. Although, that one was
pretty easy, he also had to fight for ones like, ‘never… mine… please… slut…
horse.’
Tae almost laughed at that one. The first bit seemed normal, but slut just
happened to hit his funny bone and he had to catch himself before chuckling at
the boy. After thinking about it for a minute, he assumed it was something
like, ‘never leave. You're mine. Faster please? You slut? I'm a slut?’
something like that. But he was really stuck on the horse part… like… what the
actual fuck? Not able to fully understand some of the statements, such as the
horse one, Taehyung got into a habit of merely nodding or grunting in response.
Following as much as he could, Tae attempted to follow orders. Trying to go
faster when he thought that was what Jungkook was asking for, harder, slower,
deeper… he wasn't always right, but he was literally just guessing at that
point.
“Babe… close!” That was loud and clear and had Taehyung thrusting harder into
Jungkook than before. Aiming directly at Jungkook’s prostate, it was mere
seconds before the younger was cumming, painting their chests in white
droplets. Jungkook clenched down on Tae as he came, pushing him over the edge
as well. “So...good…” Jungkook panted as he looked up at who he  thought  was
his boyfriend. Tae smiled and looked down at him lovingly, nodding in response.
Kookie’s eyes fluttered shut as he lost touch with reality, drifting to sleep.
Taehyung’s smile fell from his face the moment Jungkook’s eyes closed and he
sighed. Pulling out of the boy under him, a shiver ran through his body as the
cool air surrounded him. He crawled off the bed, grabbing his clothes in the
process. He walked away from Jungkook’s sleeping body, headed towards the
bathroom.
He turned on the shower heads and stepped in, allowing the hot water to run
over his face and body. The warm water was so purifying to you male. The way it
caressed his body made him long to feel it forever. As he looked down, the
water flowing off his hair dyed the bottom of the tub a royal purple. The
showers were always his least favorite part of dying his hair. He loved the fun
colors and getting to be new each time, but watching the dye flow away into the
shower made him feel like a little piece of himself was being washed away with
it. Perhaps he was imagining it but he did seem to play a new roll each time
his hair changed. That was the price he payed for the life he lived, though.
Taehyung left the bathroom, fully clad in his suit again, his hair having been
freshly washed and blow dried was now a few shades lighter than the tie that
had perfectly matched earlier. He walked over to Jungkook, towel in hand before
wiping off his body thoroughly, making sure not to wake him. Turning him onto
his side, he untied his wrists before laying his head on the pillows and
covering him with the blanket. Now with his tie to complete his look, Taehyung
walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He turned on his
heel and walked down the hall and proceeded down stairs. Quiet music grew
louder as he continued on his path.
“Tae!” A voice called as he entered the living room.
Looking up from his staring contest with the rug, a smile spread on his face as
the voice’s owner came into view. “Jiminie!” He said playfully, pulling him
into a bone crushing hug.
“Is he up yet?!” He choked out into Taehyung’s shoulder. After being released
from the embrace, he rephrased it, “I really wanna meet the new guy! Is he
awake?”
“He was for a little bit, but he fell asleep again. Lets let him rest for now.
He’s had a rough few days. We wouldn't want to overwhelm him.” Tae said,
placing a gentle kiss on Jimin’s forehead. “Now, where is everyone else?”
“Well… I can't say I actually know… Everyone is probably off doing their own
thing, but I'm sure they're exactly where we’d expect them to be…”
“Alright… Thanks, Jimbles.” Taehyung said, ruffling the black hair on the boy’s
head before walking away.
Watching after him, Jimin pouted. “I want to meet him though…” His eyes
squinted mischievously. “Tae would never know if I peeked though… right?” He
peered after Taehyung one last time before turning around and running up the
stairs.
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