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Episode 10

"Good boy." Jungkook's raspy tone made him shiver. The blondie backed himself up to the dresser, trying to create as much distance between them as possible. The only thing he wanted was for him to leave. Taehyung didn't want to be touched. He didn't even want the ravenette to even breathe on him. The feeling of Jungkook's hands over his mouth still lingered, and he didn't like it. He didn't like him. Taehyung didn't like the way he spoke to him. It made him feel inferior, but he guessed, in a way, that was the point. The boy felt tears begin to prick in his eyes as his stomach flipped and flopped. It wasn't the nice kind of nauseous, it was the nervous, scared type of nauseous. It wasn't the nice eruption of butterflies that was pooling in his stomach, no. It was more like a zoo running rampant. The ravenette closed the large gap between themselves with a mere stride. The blondie's breath caught in his throat as he tried to move away from him, but he was stopped by the wooden dresser. "Don't look so scared, bambi," Jungkook purred, grabbing his wrists rather roughly. Taehyung's words were stuck in his throat, blocked by fear. The sudden nickname was unsettling. Jungkook was unsettling. "Nothing to say? Looks like you've learned to keep your mouth shut." He taunted referencing to the last time they'd spoken. Taehyung's mouth had got Jungkook so angry, he killed someone. He bit his lip trying to silence the profanities bubbling to come out. He turned and looked away from him, trying to avoid eye contact. Maybe if Taehyung ignored him, he'd go away. It was a childish antic but it was worth a try. "Do not ignore me." There was a harsh and brutal quality that adorned his impatient tone. "Look at me." Jungkook commanded. His tone alone petrified Taehyung and he practically froze in fear. The man's hand harshly gripped his chin and he forced him to look him in the eye. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?" Jungkook grabbed the boy's hand which began to shake in his own. Taehyung flinched away from his calloused hands, knowing the amount of destruction they had caused and will keep causing. "Please don't hurt me." The blonde practically squeaked. "As long as you listen to me, I'm not going to hurt you." Jungkook's demeanor changed drastically. The words he spoke were almost comforting. They dripped from his lips like honey and the boy was instantly at ease. "Do you promise?" Taehyung sounded like a four year old but it was the only way he could ensure he wasn’t lying, not that he trusted anything he said. "Promise."

Jungkook reluctantly agreed. "Why are you in my room?" He then asked feebly. "Because I can be." The ravenette pressed his body against the other's making him let out a little yelp. It wasn't loud enough to be heard down the hall but he could tell by the change in his face that it pissed him the f**k off. "Shut up." Jungkook silenced him. "If you f*****g scream again, we are going to have a problem. And I'm really not in the mood to deal with a problem, Taehyung. We know what happens to people who get in my way." The vicious quality in his voice was back once again and he was reminding him of the force that he had. Taehyung had seen Jungkook mad. He had seen him in action. He had seen him deal with a problem. And he did not intend to be dealt with the same way. "But you said you wouldn't hurt me." The blondie almost whined. "No, I said I wouldn't hurt you if you listened to me. Now I suggest you shut that smart mouth of yours before it gets you in even more trouble." There was a deafening slice to Jungkook's threat and it made him go rigid again. He nodded obediently even though the last thing he wanted to do was listen to him. "Listen, and listen well." Jungkook whispered. "Your ass is mine now, if you haven't figured that out yet."