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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 🥀

Three weeks later...

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JEON JUNGKOOK:

"You can't keep me locked in here forever-" I growled, slamming my palm on the bars in-front of me. He walked back and forth with his hands deep in his pockets. My eyes watched him closely. "Oh, Jeon." he mutters, and I scoffed.

"I see you've recovered." I said, the scar above his brow evident. "Has she?" I continued, a smirk on my lips. His eyes met mine, "When was the last time you ate?" he asked, narrowing his eyes, "I hope they're feeding you well down here." the edge of his lips curving up. Motherfucker.

"I'll get my frequent visits from your beautiful wife soon." I said, my lips forming a smile. "Once she knows I'm down here, of course--, her naive, pure hearted self will coming running to check on the damage her husband caused, no?"  I continued, and he stopped walking.

"If I keep you in here long enough, people will begin to question, and then assume you're dead. Which you will be, giving this state." he continued, "I'd give it a couple more days."

"Oh, yeah?" I muttered, "I wouldn't be so confident, Kim..It's what gets you killed."

"As far as I'm concerned, Jeon, it is you behind the bars, not me." he said, stepping forward toward me.  Close enough for me to grab him. "You're a coward for not killing me." I sneered, and he raised a brow, "Your empire was simply not worth inheriting." He said, turning his back to me.  My jaw ticked. "This isn't the end, Kim. There will never be one." I said, and he turned his head slightly but kept walking. "You hear me!" I yelled, anger running through my veins. "This isn't the fucking end- you'll be walking right back to me!"

"But it is." He finally says, having stopped a foot away from the door, his hand reaching for the knob. "It ends with you rotting in my underground." He leaves after saying those words, and my fingers tighten around the metal bars.

"I don't mind playing the villain in your book, Kim." I said, to myself. "Because you're a fucking clown in mine."

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KIM RAI:

I was given no updates about Jungkook, but it was for my best. My only focus was on Taehyung and his recovery.

"Sit still." I sighed, holding his face. He was sat on the edge of the bed with me standing between his thighs. His chuckle vibrated against my stomach as he rested his chest on me. I was trying to clean his almost healed wound. "Can't you just kiss me instead?" he muttered, glancing up at me.

"You smell like me." he comments, standing and my hands fall from his shoulder. His arms slipped around my waist and he buried his face into the crook of my neck, lifting me slightly off the ground. "Can we go to bed now?" he mutters, his lips rubbing on my skin. "To bed?" I repeated, confused. "It is only the evening, are you tired?" I asked, and he chuckled, pulling away, enough to look at my face. "No, baby, I'm not tired." he said, and my stomach tightened.

"Do you know what is good for healing?" he then asked, his eyes flickering down at my body. "Sex."

We haven't had sex in a while...

"No, not until you're all healed." I warned, then reaching for the first aid box on the bed but he caught my arm and lifted me entirely off the ground. I gasped, and held his shoulders only for him to drop me on the bed.

The grin on his lips deepens as he hovered over me, unbuttoning his shirt. "Your stitches may rip." I said, and he pulled the material from his shoulders. "So?" He says, then running his finger tips up my exposed thighs. My lip folds beneath my teeth when his finger wraps around the material covering me. "Do you not want my blood smothered over your skin as I'm buried deep inside of you?" He asked, and if it weren't for that stern look on his face, I'd have thought he was messing around with his words. I didn't reply and instead watched him slowly pull down my shorts and underwear. "But maybe this isn't the greatest idea right now. You've already ripped the stitches twice now, they won't heal-"