๋࣭ ⭑✏ˎˊ˗Chapter 15

Taehyung sat at his desk, flipping through a stack of Gucci business files. The numbers blurred together, but his mind was still stuck on Jungkook. His bunny was curled up on the couch, quietly flipping through the pages of a small book he had taken from the shelf. Every few seconds, Taehyung's gaze would drift toward him, watching as Jungkook's soft lips moved slightly while reading.

And he couldn't help but smile.

Jungkook looked completely immersed in his book, but after a while, he shifted uncomfortably. Setting the book down, he turned toward Taehyung.

"Hyung, I need to go to the washroom," Jungkook murmured, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

Taehyung leaned back in his chair. "Just use the restroom in the secret room," he suggested lazily, nodding toward the hidden bedroom behind the bookshelf.

Jungkook pouted. "No, I want to see more of your company," he admitted. "I'll use another one inside your office floor and look around a bit."

Taehyung hesitated. "Are you sure? If you get lost-"

"I won't! I'll be fine," Jungkook reassured him with a small smile.

Taehyung sighed. "Alright, but be careful, bunny. If anything happens, call me immediately, okay?"

Jungkook nodded eagerly before hopping off the couch and heading toward the door.

"Don't talk to strangers," Taehyung added.

Jungkook laughed. "Hyung, it's your company. Everyone here works for you."

"Exactly. Some of them are annoying," Taehyung muttered.

Jungkook rolled his eyes but waved before stepping out.

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Jungkook's POV

Walking through the hallways, Jungkook admired how sleek and modern the company looked. The ceilings were high, the walls adorned with expensive artwork, and the floor sparkled beneath the dim lights. Taehyung's employees bustled around, too focused on their work to notice him.

After a few minutes, Jungkook finally found a restroom. He stepped inside, washed his hands, and looked at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were still slightly pink from earlier-Taehyung always knew how to make him flustered.

Smiling to himself, Jungkook turned off the faucet and stepped out.

That's when it happened.

A tall figure stood near the restroom entrance, blocking his path. The man had dark, calculating eyes and a sharp jawline. His suit was slightly disheveled, and the way he looked at Jungkook made him uneasy.

Jungkook took a step back instinctively.

"Hey there," the man said in a deep voice. "I haven't seen you around before."

Jungkook forced a polite smile. "I'm just visiting."

The man smirked. "You must be special to be walking around here freely."

Jungkook's hands clenched. He didn't like the way the man's eyes scanned him, like he was prey.

The man standing before him exuded danger-his dark, heavy gaze never leaving Jungkook's face. Every step he took forward made Jungkook's heart hammer faster. The hallway, which had once felt open and safe, now felt suffocating.

"I should go," Jungkook murmured, forcing his voice to remain steady.

He tried to step around the man.

But he moved too.

Blocking his path.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his body tensing. Something about this man was wrong. The way his lips curled into a smirk, the way his eyes held something eerie-something hungry.

"I just want to talk," the man said, voice deceptively soft. "Don't be so nervous."

Nervous?

Jungkook was terrified.

His instincts screamed at him to run. Every part of his body knew-this wasn't a harmless conversation.

Before Jungkook could move, the man reached out.

A cold hand touched his face.

Jungkook froze.

The touch was slow, deliberate. Fingers brushed against his cheek, then slid down to his jaw. Jungkook felt his stomach twist in fear, bile rising in his throat.

No-

A piercing scream tore through the hallway.

Jungkook didn't even realize it had come from him.

He tried to push the man away. His hands trembled. His breathing hitched.

But the grip on him only tightened.

The hallway suddenly felt like a trap. His vision blurred, his body locked in terror. He couldn't think, couldn't move-

What was happening to Jungkook?

What had that tall man just done to the beautiful boy?

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Taehyung's POV

Taehyung frowned.

He checked the time. Jungkook had been gone for longer than expected.

Something didn't feel right.

He picked up his phone and called Jungkook's number.

Silence.

Taehyung's jaw tightened.

With a sudden sense of urgency, he pressed a button on his desk. "Find Jungkook. Now."

His bodyguards immediately sprang into action, dispersing through the floor.

Taehyung's fingers tightened around his phone as a wave of unease crashed over him. He had already tried calling three times-each time, only silence greeted him.

His heartbeat quickened. Jungkook had only gone to the restroom... Why was he taking so long?

Something was wrong.

Taehyung stormed out of his office, his long strides quick and impatient. The bodyguards he had called earlier were already searching nearby hallways, but Taehyung didn't wait for them. His gut told him to go straight to the restroom.

As he approached, the dimly lit corridor only made his nerves worse. He reached for the restroom door and pushed it open.

Darkness.

The lights were off.

His pulse spiked. Why are the lights off?

He immediately switched them on, and what he saw made his entire body freeze.

There, on the cold tiled floor-curled up, shaking, sobbing-was Jungkook.

His clothes were disheveled, some parts even ripped. His small frame trembled violently, his arms wrapped around himself as if trying to disappear. His face was damp with tears, his soft lips bitten raw.

For a split second, Taehyung couldn't breathe.

His chest tightened, his vision blurred with rage and disbelief.

Then-he moved.

"Jungkook!" Taehyung dropped to his knees beside him, his hands hovering over the trembling boy as if afraid to break him further. "Baby, what happened?" His voice came out rough, filled with urgency and fear.

Jungkook only sobbed harder.

Taehyung wasted no time. Carefully, he gathered the fragile boy into his arms, his muscles flexing as he lifted him effortlessly. Jungkook's weight against him felt too light-too weak.

Too broken.

He held Jungkook tightly against his chest as he stormed back to his office, ignoring the shocked looks of his employees. His only focus was on the shivering boy in his arms.

The moment he entered his office, he went straight to the hidden room behind the bookshelf.

Taehyung laid Jungkook down on the bed, carefully tucking a pillow under his head. But when he tried to pull away, Jungkook's fingers clutched onto his sleeve.

"H-hyung..." His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. His big, teary eyes looked up at him with pure terror.

Taehyung felt something deep inside him snap.

"I'm here, baby," he whispered, sitting beside him. He pulled Jungkook into his arms again, wrapping him in a protective hug. "You're safe now. No one can hurt you here."

Jungkook sobbed into his chest. His tiny hands fisted Taehyung's shirt, his whole body trembling.

Then-he shuttered out the words that shattered Taehyung completely.

"A tall man... he... he r-r..."

His voice cracked.

"He raped me."

Taehyung froze.

His mind blanked. His entire body tensed like a bowstring pulled too tight.

Jungkook was shaking violently now, his small frame pressing against Taehyung as if trying to hide from the world. His fingers gripped Taehyung's shirt in desperation, seeking comfort, seeking safety.

Taehyung could feel his own blood boiling. His hands clenched into fists against Jungkook's back. A man. A sick bastard in his own company.

He would kill him.

But right now-Jungkook needed him. Not his anger. His love.

Taehyung took a deep breath, pushing down the raging storm inside him. His arms tightened around the fragile boy, his hands gently stroking Jungkook's hair.

"I'm here," he whispered again, voice softer this time. "You're not alone. I promise you, I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Jungkook buried his face in Taehyung's chest, crying silently. Each soft sob made Taehyung's heart ache more.

After a while, Taehyung pulled away slightly. "Baby, I need to check your injuries, okay?"

Jungkook hesitated. His lips trembled. But he nodded, trusting Taehyung.

Taehyung gently pulled the blanket over Jungkook's body, making sure he was warm and covered. Then, carefully, he checked for any injuries.

His breath hitched when he saw hickeys-dark bruises littering Jungkook's delicate skin.

His fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms.

That bastard marked him.

Taehyung's jaw tightened. His entire body burned with fury.

But he forced himself to stay calm. Jungkook needed comfort, not rage.

He grabbed the painkillers from the drawer and handed them to Jungkook with a glass of water. "Take these, baby. It'll help."

Jungkook sniffled, taking the medicine with shaky hands. His eyes stayed downcast, ashamed, broken.

Taehyung cupped his cheek, tilting his face up gently. "This wasn't your fault, Jungkook." His voice was firm but soft. "Don't blame yourself."

Jungkook's lips quivered. More tears rolled down his cheeks.

Taehyung wiped them away.

Then-he pulled Jungkook back into his embrace, holding him closer than ever before.

He wouldn't let go.

And whoever had hurt his baby-

Wouldn't live to see tomorrow.

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