Thank you so much for the sweet comments, I smiled so much while reading them and yes I read every single one of them whether I reply or not! 💖

Btw what do u guys think of my writing on Taekook almost smut? Kinda curious lmao.

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⚠️ W A R N I N G ⚠️
Mature themes ahead. If you are not comfortable with themes such as violence or attempted rape please do not continue with this chapter.

The duo make their way past the endless halls, the blond thrashing and screaming for help that appeared increasingly little.

The elder had been suppressing his irritation at the other's emphatic pleading, eyes twitching in annoyance as Taehyung elicits a rather high pitched scream for aid.

"Shut up!"he roars, his voice straining against the marble walls, eyes glinting dangerously, "Fucking shut up!"

The male extends his hand to deliver a thundering blow to the blond's ass, one for which both were sure would leave a nasty imprint.

Taehyung lets out a choked sob, frame jerking forward at the intensity of the smack, his vision blurred and unfocused as he struggles to smother his cries.

There's muffled silence, occasionally broken from a scratchy hiccup or sniffle as they make their way down the endless corridors.

The male stops at the furthest door of the corridor, a dark smirk curling at his lips as he shoves the door open, careful to not drop the blond from his shoulder.

All Taehyung can see is the cream carpet, presumably vacuumed the other day from the stark cleanliness. He's tempted to open his mouth and yell once again, but the consequences that lay ahead clamp a hand over his lips, his mind retreating into the trembling darkness.

He's suddenly thrown from the uncomfortable position on the elder's shoulder to what appears to be a bed below him. A sharp shriek falls from his lips at the contact of his pained rear end against the bed, eyes squeezing shut as he clenches at the bed sheet.

They're in a bedroom, the walls painted a deep, rose red that appears as if it were warning him of what was to come.

Taehyung can feel his body quivering, long legs drawing closer to his body as he curls into a ball, a source of protection that he hoped would ward off the sense of evil the man above him presented.

His movements are cut short however, calloused palms clasping around his ankles and tugging him foreword.

Loud pleads for the other to let go elicits from his trembling lips, hands reaching down to attempt to pry those who clutch at his feet, halting his legs from any possible movement.

"Please!"he cries, dragging his nails over the other's fingers that curl around his ankle, kicking and thrashing hopelessly, "P-Please let go!"

It's heartbreaking to view, tan cheeks moist with tears as his slim figure tosses and writhes away from the man who digs his nails into his ankle, chest heavy in agonising gasps of air through his clogged sobs.

Surprisingly he does let go, a sick grin playing on his chapped lips, hands darting in a split second to his neck, fingers curling around the expanse of exposed column of coffee skin.

A choked gasp worms it's way past his cherry lips, eyes brimming with tears as he struggles to breathe, clawing helplessly at the hands that press at his throat.

Strong hands suddenly tuck around his knees, pulling him up from the bed and slamming his shaking frame to the wall, head coming into rough contact with the painted red.

Seconds pass, the blond gasping for air as tears trickle from his swollen, red eyes. His attempts to pry the other's hands from him were long given up on, his arms instead lying limp at his sides as he watches his life flash before his eyes.

Taehyung can feel nails claw at his chest, ripping apart the layers of skin, unfurling his rib cage into a pitiful state of pressed sand. They worm past each and every thoracic vertebrae he had ever posed, gnawing at his sternum and exploding into the bloody expanse of his heart.

He is going to die.

The colours of the room are rubbing away into a dull, throbbing black, the cackling of the man who's joking him becoming distant and muffled.

"J-Jeongguk.."

It's a miracle that the blond had even managed to pry the name of his significant other from his lips, nor the fact that it came out as a brittle whisper yet undoubtably audible.

Maybe he hopes that the raven haired male would emerge in the background, sparkling black eyes wide in concern as he shoves the other from him, tugging him into his embrace. Maybe he wishes for the cliché ending, his prince in shinning armour saving him from the evil clutches of the wicked wizard.

But of course, that's simply a fairytale ending.

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"You better not be fucking playing with me here."Jeongguk growls, leather covered foot pressing firmly on the accelerator.

Namjoon scoffs, the sound muffled by the sequel of horns as he takes a sharp U-turn, ignoring the reprimanding squeal of the tires.

There's an evident sense of doubt as he speaks, distant sounds of clicking mouses peeking into the car's Bluetooth audio, "I'm not saying that I'm absolutely certain but it's the best we've got."

The raven haired male's lips purses as he fires past the second pair of flashing, red lights, narrowly missing the outraged Nisan that he zooms past.

"Text me the location."he orders, eyes fixed on the road, "I don't care whether it's a hoax. I'll follow it up either way."

The elder hums his consent, seconds later a quiet bing emitting from his phone.

"Backup needed?"he questions.

"No."Jeongguk grits out, a scowl painting his cold features, "I'll beat this fucker to death myself."

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It's almost as soon as the sensation of death curls at his tongue, bitter and salty, it disappears.

The pressure to his throat is far gone, yet he can feel the ghost of the other's fingers against his throat either way, impenetrable and harsh as always.

It's takes a while for him to comprehend what is occurring, vision painstakingly slowly merging away the blotchy colours of pulsing black, the ringing in his ear numbing to a muffled audio.

He tries to speak, to urge the other to remove his filthy hands from his body but he can't. It's physically impossible.

All that comes out is a faint, choked gurgle that claws at the back of his throat, the act sending bolts of his pain down his neck.

"Made you shut up for a while did I, baby boy?"the man laughs darkly, dipping his head to nose at the other's neck, "Pity, I was hoping to hear those beautiful sounds while I was pleasuring you. Oh well."

He doesn't seem remotely disappointed, despite the fabricated pout that lines his lips, his eyes are ablaze with formidable mischief.

Taehyung is beyond terrified at this point, caramel eyes wide in increasing anxiety as he opens and closes his mouth, lips wording syllables that only depict itself in guttural rasps.

He can hear the deep inhale of the elder, notifying him that the other had breathed in his scent, as if marking him.

Disgusting.

Maybe that was hypocritical of him, considering he found it oh so endearing whenever Jeongguk nuzzled his neck, nose smothering the expanse of his skin.

But his hands that held his hips weren't punishing and harsh but gentle and loving, caressing his skin in soft circles. Or his eyes that looked down at him were full of affection rather than corrupted malice.

He misses Jeongguk.

Missed those two large front teeth that pushed themselves to the front, showcasing his signature bunny-like smile. Missed those large hands that would hold him close, his larger frame spooning his. Missed him so badly.

And so the water works begin, transparent drops of salty liquid tethering over the gentle slopes of his cheeks, eyes merging into a soft red hue.

"God, baby boy."the man says breathily, looking down at him through half lidded eyes, "So fucking pretty when you cry."

All he can muster through the void in his throat is a scratchy yelp of disagreement, his body still as cardboard.

Taehyung watches him throw blurred vision, a whimper of fear falling from his lips as the elder drags his palm over his chest, thumbing at his nipples in increasing glee.

No! He screams, his one voice loud and clear in his mind, laced with pitiful pleading as he jerks away from the elder's hand. Stop! No!

What comes out is a pathetic garble of disagreement, eyes watery and swollen for the amount of times he had broken down into a mess of bitter tears in the span of such short period.

"Tell me baby?"he whispers, "Do you want to know about Daddy?"

Taehyung does not reply, squirming in distaste as he simply gazes up at him, eyes silently pleading for escape, for mercy.

The male dismisses it however, full lips curling into a jeering smirk, "Name's Kris Wu, sweet thing."

He lowers his head, spine chilling grin never once falling from his lips as he tucks a thumb under the hem of the blond's shirts, lips brushing ever so slightly over his bruised neck.

"Been watching your previous bitch of a boss for a long time."he continues, hand prying it's way under the length of his shirt, the younger eliciting cracked cries, "Hated his guys till day one."

He presses a hot open-mouthed kiss to the other's neck, lips quirking at the bitter taste of dried salt.

"Killed my whole family, he did."he hums tongue flicking over the ugly bruises that litter his neck, "The moment I saw that fucker flee after blowing up my mother's home, like the damned coward he is, I knew I'd destroy the bitch."

He pauses, lips still fluttering teasingly over the blond's neck, charcoal eyes flickering to auburn ones.

"Till I saw you."

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I just wanna get more chapters out without taking too long but that means cliff hangers! Sorry guys, bare with me! >.<

I have exams coming up these weeks so updates might be a bit slow, but I'll try and release chapters as often as I can. I love updating this book anyway 💖!