Novocaine

Chapter 17: It's Locked For A Reason

to jeongguk's surprise, his bedroom door actually opened after he woke up in the morning.

taehyung wasn't anywhere to be seen.

with a grumbling stomach, the teen slipped out the door and with bare feet padding against the marble floor into the open kitchen.

there was a note on the counter.

i have work. i left you some study material on your desk. learn it. i'll be testing you when i'm back. and do not go into my room.

the young boy sighed and put the note back down.

study?

he reluctantly trudged to the fridge and opened it, a bright smile on his lips when he spots the porridge that taehyung had prepared for him earlier and wrapped up in a bowl.

the teen happily ate on the meal that had been mixed with savorous fruits.

nobody had ever made him breakfast before. not even his maids, his family never welcomed him on the breakfast table so he'd just grab whatever from the kitchen and leave

it was nice. it felt like someone was taking care of him.

he brought the bowl into his room and took a quick look at the stack of papers taehyung had piled up for him on his desk. there was a pen and a few other tools neatly put in place as well. jeongguk scowled

he bit his lip and sat down, putting the bowl aside and picking up the first paper.

history?

jeongguk leaned back in his chair and huffed. history meant paying attention in class, which he never did. he mumbled a few curses under his breath and opened up his computer.

and he worked.

jeongguk actually studied.

he burned through half the stack, probably not answering every question in finest detail but still, he worked hard.

it wasn't until he got to the math worksheets that he stopped because he needed a calculator

he searched his room, but despite having a good look he couldn't find one. then he went out into the living room and everywhere to see if he could get his hands on one.

nothing.

the teen huffed in frustration.

what now?

if he didn't get the work done, then taehyung was going to get mad, yet again.

jeongguk would like to go by one day, at least, with no punishment. he wants the older to be proud of him.

with that thought in mind, his eyes slowly drifted onto the door of taehyung's room, nervously chewing on his lower lip.

taehyung said not to go in there.

relax, he'd never know

b-but he even underlined the NOT in the "do not go in my room"

yeah but i don't feel like getting spanked again.

but taehyung–

oh f**k it

jeongguk took a deep breath and stumbled into the older's room, eyes quickly scanning the area.

it was... a total mess.

paper was scattered everywhere. clothes were thrown left and right. bedsheets messy and crumpled. frames and other items knocked off of their shelves and some pieces of glass were broken on the floor.

what the f**k?

maybe he didn't want me to go in here to see how much of a shithole this is.

jeongguk stepped over all the piles of clothing and other things by taking big steps until he reached a big closed closet.

suddenly, jeongguk forgot what he was looking for.

yet his hands still reached out, small dainty pale fingers wrapping themselves around the knob and pulling it open. the two big doors opening up as jeongguk pulls them apart, eyes soon blowing up wide.

he stood there, completely speechless

but the loud pounding of his pulse thumping of his ear drowned out the silen

along the lines of the vintage, dark, wood was nails spiked in to carry the heavy black sleek metal of at least thirty different gun

guns with short barrels, long barrels, small bullets, big bullets, straights grips, angled grips, big round cylinders or short deadly ones.

and they all had a trigger.

jeongguk was completely still.

why does taehyung have so many guns?

it has occurred to jeongguk that taehyung was no ordinary man. but what does one do with so many weapons? what possible could he use them for?

to kill.

"you never listen to me, do you?" jeongguk nearly screams at the sudden voice that breaks him out of his trance, head snapping to the doorway where the man stood. the teen gulped, hands shaking as they still clutched onto the sides of the cupboard door.

taehyung looks pissed.

his eyes a pitch-black, swirling with a deadly look.

but that's not what makes jeongguk's heart erratically beat in complete fear

kim taehyung was covered, and dripping with blood.

At this point, Jeongguk is convinced he has the absolute worst luck in the entire world.

The teen scrambled away from the closet, feet quickly shuffling back as taehyung's shadow cast over him. This was not going to end well.

"i tell you one thing," taehyung hisses as he advances with careful and predatory steps forwards. "one simple little thing. yet you still don't seem to understand." the older's hand lashes out and grabs the collar of jeongguk's shirt, pulling him towards him. "nothing seems to get through that thick skull of yours." the older's tone is so low, deep within fiery depths and jeongguk wants to run away before the flames burn. the teen struggles in his hold, grunting as he tries to shove the taller male off of him, but all his attempts are futile. taehyung hasn't even budged. "tsk." the older clicked his tongue, tilting his head to the side as he watches the smaller squirm and grunt in frustration with his useless strength. with one fast, jerk of his hand, movement, taehyung pushes jeongguk up against the wall, tight grip around his throat. jeongguk's hands immediately fly up to grab at taehyung's wrist, his face flaring up red as he felt his larynx being crushed. "ack! gah!" the teen choked, trying to pry the taller's grip off of him. but taehyung just watched with that same stoic and blank expression as the life very visibly was drained out of jeongguk. "you still don't get it, do you?" taehyung's words slip from his mouth all slathered and dripping with venom, yet a hint of amusement still resides within them. "i am in charge around here, jeongguk. whatever i say, goes." he tightens the grip, jeongguk is forcibly silenced as his eyes blow wide and hands fall down to his sides. "you really shouldn't have come in here, cupcake. because now you've walked into my den, my lair, everything in here is mine." "which means, now you also belong to me." "understand?" without a second thought, jeongguk nodded his head like there was no tomorrow (because maybe for him, there wasn't) and taehyung finally let go. the teen gasped, sliding down the wall while furiously coughing with shaky hands reaching up and around his neck. only then processing that taehyug's bloody hands has been smearing the dirty substance all over his skin, and clothes. the smaller boy looked up, taehyung was leaning right over him, crowding him down into his small space where he sat in a hopeless little pile. taehyung's dark eyes still swirling with that same darkness that almost made the captivating orbs seem hollow... ...dead, perhaps? jeongguk was not given much time to recover before taehyung grabbed his arm and pulled the boy up on his feet. the teen struggled, knees shaking and head dizzy from the previous constrict in airflow. but with taheyung's firm grip around his waist he managed to keep himself up. "look up, cupcake." the older husked in his ear, sending cold shivers down the younger's spine as his eyes flickered up to be met with his own reflection.

Taehyung stood behind him, one arm slub around his waist, the other was leaning down by his shoulder to match his height, nibbling on his ear.

Jeongguk's lips parted as he almost sighed in pleasure from the ministrations to the sensitive shell of his ear, leaning into taehyungs addictive touch .

but his eyes never left the mirror.

The top buttons of his shirt was open, neck stained red with handprints that smudged and trickled down onto the pure white of his clothes .

Both of them were now covered in blood.

Human Blood.

and instead of questioning taehyung, instead of growing afraid and running for his life ,

Jeongguk smiled, humming in content when taehyung sucked at his neck and melted into his arms.