Draft
The sting of leather against his back was still fresh in Jungkook’s mind.
Jk mother
“Don’t talk back to me!”
His mom had screamed her belt cracking through the air he had fallen face first on the cold floor his lip bloodied from the impact
Jk mother
“You’re disgusting,”
Jk mother
“No wonder your father never looks at you.”
Jungkook had stared at the cracked ceiling, letting the numbness swallow him. It was better than pain.
Better than hope.
Now, shackled once again
but this time in luxury
Jungkook stood inside the vampire prince’s private chambers.
Black velvet draped from the high windows. Candlelight flickered across stone walls and silver-framed mirrors.
The room smelled of rosewood, aged wine, and blood.
Taehyung leaned lazily against the edge of the massive four-poster bed, robes open just enough to reveal the pale lines of his collarbone. He studied Jungkook like a curious animal-part prey, part puzzle.
Kim Taehyung
“You don’t kneel,”?
Kim Taehyung
“Most omegas drop to their knees before I even look at them.”
He stepped closer. Jungkook’s instinct told him to step back
but he didn’t. He held his ground, even as Taehyung reached out to trace a finger along the bruise on his cheek.
Kim Taehyung
“Who did this to you?”
Jungkook turned his head.
Kim Taehyung
“It does to me.”
Their eyes locked. Taehyung’s weren’t just red
they glowed, smoldering like fire beneath ice. Jungkook hated the way his heart stuttered in his chest under that gaze.
Kim Taehyung
“I didn’t bring you here to hurt you,”
kook
“Then why am I here?”
Taehyung leaned close, breath brushing his neck.
Kim Taehyung
“Because your scent drives me mad. Because your blood calls to mine. And because I want you.”
kook
“I’m not giving myself to you.”
Kim Taehyung
“I didn’t ask for that,”
Kim Taehyung
“But I’ll earn it. Slowly. Painfully, if I must.”
With a flick of his fingers, the chains fell from Jungkook’s wrists.
.
.
.
Freedom—yet still trapped.
Kim Taehyung
“You’ll need your strength.”
the prince murmured, already turning away.
Jungkook backed toward the far side of the room, curling into a chair, refusing the bed
He didn’t trust the softness. Not yet.
Taehyung didn’t press. He poured himself a goblet of dark liquid blood and wine and sipped it as he watched the firelight flicker.
In the silence,
Jungkook spoke..
kook
“Why didn’t you bite me?”
Taehyung smiled without looking
Kim Taehyung
“Because I don’t bite what I plan to keep.”
And in the quiet of that cursed sanctuary, Jungkook realized something far more terrifying than death had just begun.
.
.
.
Desire.
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Donny Chandra
Breathless.
2025-08-09
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