Taehyung stared down at him — eyes stormy, hands clenched.
His breathing was uneven. He'd heard it. He couldn't have imagined it.
But then…
Jungkook's cheeks flushed darker.
His lips parted.
He tilted his head ever so slightly, eyes lowering—half shy, half teasing.
And then—
A whisper. A moan. A sin:
"Then show me… D-Daddy."
Silence.
Nothing moved. Not the rain. Not the candle flame. Not even time.
Just Taehyung.
Frozen.
As if struck by lightning.
A sound escaped his throat — low, primal, somewhere between a groan and a growl.
"You little brat," he muttered, voice hoarse with restraint. "Do you even know what you just said?"
Jungkook blinked up at him, innocent and unbothered. "I said what I meant."
Taehyung's fingers flexed at his sides.
His voice dropped to a velvet warning:
"I could ruin you."
Jungkook's thighs squeezed together just slightly under the hoodie. "Maybe I want that."
Snap.
That was it.
One second, Taehyung was sitting still.
The next — he was on top of him, one hand pinning Jungkook's wrists above his head, the other gripping his thigh, hard enough to bruise.
"You think this is a game?" Taehyung hissed, lips brushing dangerously close. "You tease me for weeks and then say that?"
Jungkook whimpered — and it wasn't fear. It was desperate want.
"I'm not teasing…" he whispered. "I'm begging."
Taehyung cursed under his breath, eyes burning into him.
"Say it again."
Jungkook gasped, body arching slightly, hoodie slipping up.
"P-Please… show me, Daddy."
That was the final nail in his sanity.
Taehyung slammed their lips together — hungry, savage, starving for the taste he'd craved every damn night.
Jungkook moaned into his mouth, melting, clinging to his shirt like lifeline.
Their bodies pressed, tangled, burning hot despite the storm outside. Taehyung kissed him like he was trying to brand his soul into him — and Jungkook kissed back like he wanted to be owned.
Tongues tangled. Teeth clashed.
Hands roamed.
The couch creaked beneath them.
"You don't know what you're asking for," Taehyung rasped, now trailing kisses down Jungkook's jaw. "You don't know how dark I can get."
"Then show me…" Jungkook gasped. "Please."
Taehyung's fingers slipped under the hoodie — tracing, testing.
And then…
He stopped.
His forehead pressed against Jungkook's chest, breathing ragged.
"No," he growled. "Not like this. Not when you're vulnerable. I want you begging again—but next time, sober. Sane. Ready."
Jungkook blinked up at him, dazed.
"But—"
"You're mine now," Taehyung whispered. "That means I wait until I can tear you apart properly."
He pulled back.
Fixed Jungkook's hoodie gently.
Left him flushed, trembling, lips swollen.
And then walked out the door like nothing happened.