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— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung felt stuffy and ill, but not physically, but mentally.

Jungkook's voice was oppressive, hitting the eardrums too clearly, causing a noticeable pain for which there was no medicine.

"I told you exactly what you're doing today," Chon said slowly, trying to keep his voice steely, though anger still trembled within him. "I don't care that you wanted to go to the exhibition. You were supposed to go to my parents, so what the fuck?!" He couldn't help but slam the steering wheel with emotion.

At this point, the younger boy couldn't take it anymore. Throwing open the door of the car his boyfriend had shoved him into just minutes earlier, Taehyung jumped out—they didn't even have time to pull away from the curb, Jungkook was so eager to speak.

It was scary, really scary. Jeong was terrifying the younger boy, making him stay up all night, forget about his appetite, and become a shadow of himself in record time—from the very moment the older boy first showed up at the coffee shop where Kim worked as a barista.

And now he is a nobody. Crushed by the will of his elder, humiliated by him.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind him, and Taehyung tensed again, barely suppressing the animal instinct screaming to run. But the young man allowed himself to be caught again, feeling an icy touch, more like a handcuff, on his hand.

"Have you decided to run away?" The black eyes that flashed in front of me were blazing with anger. "Have you forgotten that you were born to be mine? And that you have nowhere to escape from me?"

And Jungkook moved his hand up, squeezing the guy's face.