ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ || ᴊ.ᴡʏ + ᴄ.ꜱ

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕

"Louder!!! You bitches better not make me say it again!" Taehyung bellowed out, seething, at the sixty-some in front of him that he'd gotten up early for torturing.

San suffered the worst of it, having to endure, not only the hellish morning but, the whole rest of the night dealing with the enraged leader and his deranged punishments.

As if it wasn't enough to threaten the four of them with the prospect of no meals the next day after discovering Seonghwa and Hongjoong's gay little escapade, not to mention catching the four of them with alcohol, Taehyung was relentless once San was back in their tent for the night. Shouting a little above a whisper but with the same flaming intensity he offered at full volume, his lead soldier never failed to remind him how easy it would be for him to make his life miserable.

With both thighs squeezing the life out of San's waist, Taehyung pinned him down and stuffed yesterday's sweaty undershirt in his mouth as a gag, since 'his words cause a lot more trouble than they're worth'. He pressed his weight down on San and licked a stripe up his neck, stopping to chew his ear off about how irresponsible he's been, how he was just asking to be caught, how he was a sorry excuse for a leader.

San realized he had caused enough issues since his arrival at the training base that it was becoming a problem, but he wasn't just going to sit back and assume full responsibility. Hell, his involvement could have been avoided if Wooyoung had just stayed in his own lane. Yet, San knew Taehyung wasn't particularly fond of Wooyoung being the topic of each and every single one of San's screw-ups, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tired of it as well.

"I don't need this." Taehyung spat out like he was trying to convince San of it like he wasn't just pressed against his chest as if his life depended on the contact.

San squirmed underneath him, wetting his mouth to try and get the gag loose so he could speak.

"Such a fucking troublemaker, you should be grateful I'm even wasting my time on you." He roughly dislodged the sweaty fabric from the troublemaker's mouth, and San instantly shifted his jaw around to unlock it from the painful position.

"I won't let it happen again, sir." He tried to sound genuine, but Taheyung wasn't feeling especially merciful, as he slipped a freezing hand up his shirt to toy with one of his nipples, pulling him in for a rough kiss that stole his breath and tore him away from his thoughts.

"I remember warning you once that you shouldn't test me. I'll end this, leave you out for the fucking wolves, make sure you understand who's in charge." San liked to think rationally that he wouldn't deny him the essentials, but Taehyung's authoritative tone left him practically shaking under his weight.

"I don't think you want that though, do you sir?" San watched him lustfully.

Taehyung's hand flattened against the younger's chest, and he moved it down to press against San's hips when he attempted to roll them to meet his lead soldier, depriving him of the contact.

Taehyung's mood was disintegrating and the boy's words and actions only made him more aggressive.

"I want you to stop playing around with your little friends, and constantly causing trouble for me." He tugged at San's shirt, pulling it over his head, grabbing and gagging him again with the undershirt from before so he couldn't even verbalize an affirmation if he wanted to. He kept his arms pinned down while he mouthed at the bare skin on his chest, slithering his tongue along his skin and all the way down to the waistband of his underwear.

San was already hard, panting against the shirt, back arching slightly while his wrists were kept back with even more pressure.

"Got it?" Taehyung pulled out the gag again, looking down expectantly at an out-of-breath San with judgmental and inspecting eyes.