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Jeongguk grits his teeth as he abruptly gets to his feet, rushing over to slam his hands down on the writhing Taehyung's shoulders- desperately trying to get him to stop moving.

Taehyung's vision goes blurred as more and more tears of sheer terror flood his view, the handcuffs- which have now bore deep gashes into his wrists- are a forgotten memory to the red-head and only the horrific sight of Jen's dismembers face fills his mind.

"Would you quit moving," Jeongguk growls threateningly, leaning down low to speak directly into the smaller's ear.

Taehyung's movement still before coming to a complete halt and Jeongguk releases his grip on the older, looking down to bask in the expression he was making.

But to Jeongguk's dismay, Taehyung had not stopped squirming due to the younger' s threat, but because he had passed out from the fear.

The ravenette runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek and curses under his breath as he bends down to undo Tae's cuffs.

"Fuckin hell... you really did a number on your wrists didn't you?" The midnight clothed man mumbles to himself as he inspects the "damage."

Sighing once again- as seems the usual for Jeongguk- he lifts Taehyung up and out of the chair gently, tossing him over his shoulder.

Jeongguk makes his way to Taehyung's small apartment bathroom, walking with precise deliberation. He grabs a towel and places it over the toilet before sitting the unconscious boy on top of it. The black gloves of the man are snapped back on as he purposefully opens very select drawers and cabinets- he knows exactly what he is looking for, and he knows exactly where it is.

Grinning in contentment, he tilts the bottle of Bactine Isopropyl Alcohol onto a small pleated cotton pad, thoroughly soaking it.

Very gently, and without any excess movements, Jeongguk places the cotton swab onto the still bleeding gashes on Taehyung's wrists, dabbing three times across each scar.

The quiet sizzle of the bacterial acid can be heard against the wound as the taller quietly works on cleaning up each individual injury.

Once he is satisfied with the cleansing, he reaches to his right without looking and grasps the small roll of grain-colored bandages, placing a small square of gauze on each wrist and then wrapping them more neatly than any doctor could imagine.

Jeongguk checks the bandages again each three times before he decides he's done enough and places all the supplies exactly back into their proper spots.

Once again he hoists Taehyung up and over his shoulder -surprised that the young man has not yet woken up.

With one hand he places his black face-mask over both ears and secures his baseball cap onto his head, tugging it harshly down so it covers his features.

He taps his side irritably in increments of three as he scans the room for his backup mode of transportation.

Having Taehyung pass out was not the plan, chloroform was the very last option he wanted to go for, and fear was no better.

Finally, his eyes land on his large black athletic bag.

Making his way over, he made sure to step lightly on the carpet as to not leave noticeable footprints.

Balancing Taehyung's limp body on his back he scours his bag for the one thing he needs right now, shoulders tensing when at last he finds it.

Grinning wildly Jeongguk's hand emerges from the bag with a midnight black, rubber ball-gag and silk rope.

The near terrifying grin doesn't even attempt to slip from the ravenette' s face as he flips Taehyung's body in front of him, working quickly to secure the gag into the red-head's mouth. After that task is completed he tenderly ties Taehyung hands behind his back, and tie his feet. Giggling madly, Jeongguk uses the excess rope to connect his bound feet and hands together, so there would be no chance on Taehyung being able to move.

Stepping back and admiring his handiwork Jeongguk bites his lip at the scene.

"Goddamn little Red... the things I could do to you."

He fidgets with his hands for a moment as his left eye twitches violently, staring down at the beauty lying unconscious on the hardwood.

Jeongguk grits his teeth and pinches himself on the back of the wrist harshly drawing blood between his two fingertips, unnoticeable behind the blood from Taehyung's wounds- yet still he doesn't flinch, "But no... not yet at least.. not like this."

His thought barely comes to a close before he notices Taehyung's eyes softly flutter open behind reeling widely at the realizing of his condition.

Muffled grunts and screams emerge from behind the gag but only very quietly and incomprehensibly.

"Aww, you're awake sleeping beauty." Jeongguk grins from beneath his mask, the smile not quite reaching his eyes.

Taehyung's eyes shoot up and lock onto his captors, tears threatening to spill once again.

The smile inevitably drops as Jeongguk scowls, "Don't start crying, you're gagged and you might choke."

The harshness of the words combined with the pain still burning in his wrists forces crystal droplets to roll down the red-heads cheeks in multiples.

"Shit." Jeongguk hisses as he once again bends down to observe his prey.

Gasping can be heard as Taehyung struggles for breath in between heaving sobs.

"You are becoming such a pain... but it will all be worth it, hmm?" The ravenette hums while delicately caressing Taehyung's cheek in an attempt to clear the tears.

Jeongguk smirks as he watches his little one's eyes turn glossy, stroking his hair before gripping it tightly and jerking his head upwards to meet his gaze, "I guess I should let you breathe, yeah? Or I could wait for you to pass out again... that does make it easier on me if you're going to be a handful. I'll let you decide if I ungag you do you promise to be a good little boy?"

Taehyung nods profusely, head not bound by the ropes which have become ever so slightly damp from the slight dripping of tears.

"That's my good boy." Jeongguk hums before undoing the gag.

Jeongguk's pupils dilate harshly, his breath catches in his throat as he watches the glistening threads of saliva trail from Taehyung's now open mouth to the unsecured gag.

He realizes he hasn't taken a breath and quickly settles himself, yet his eyes are still locked on Taehyung's mouth.

An idea forms and the now-familiar menacing grin returns.

Jeongguk looks down at his hands, at the blood coating his fingertips, almost dried.

He pulls Taehyung's hair again, forcing his head only mere inches away from Jeongguk's own, and brings his fingers up into Taehyung's view.

"Suck."

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Purple you all!