STAY for a while (Taekook)

STAY for a while (Taekook)
In a grand mansion, 29-year-old business tycoon Kim Taehyung holds immense power and a dark aura. He lives a solitary life, seemingly cold and unapproachable. But beneath the surface, a hidden truth binds him to 23-year-old Jeon Jungkook, a sweet and gentle soul living with his uncle and aunt after his parents' death. Their relationship is a complex web of control, pain, and a facade of normalcy maintained for the outside world. What secrets lie within the mansion's walls, and what happens when the lines between love and captivity blur? Dive into a story where appearances deceive and the fight for freedom is a silent, agonizing battle.

The grand mansion of Kim Taehyung stood like a silent sentinel under the moon, its security a testament to its owner's power. Within its walls, however, a different kind of silence reigned, broken only by sounds that spoke of pain and despair.

Inside, a room was cloaked in darkness, yet it seemed to echo with muffled groans, grunts, and the occasional scream. A voice, tired and barely comprehensible, pleaded for it to stop, but the pleas were met with unrelenting force. Tears, already dry on his cheeks, were replaced by fresh ones pooling in innocent eyes that longed for peaceful slumber.

His body moved, violently, with each thrust from the muscular figure above him. A choked cry escaped his lips as his thighs were slapped, the beast within ramming deeper, causing him to roll his eyes in agony. The man above him remained silent, lost in his lust, oblivious to the delicate body trembling beneath him.

Agghhhh! The tall man groaned, nearing his climax. His grip tightened on the delicate fingers intertwined with his, squeezing them terribly. His speed increased, and with a final, forceful thrust, he came inside, eliciting a sharp scream. He collapsed onto the trembling body, his face finding solace between soft breasts. A small snore soon followed, signaling the beast's slumber.

The 'beauty' remained beneath him, the man's organ still buried inside. His now-free hands rested on the crumpled bedsheets. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, stared blankly at the ceiling, too tired to blink. The moonlight streaming through the window seemed to mock his dark fate, offering no solace.

He didn't know when his lashes finally succumbed to their weight, when his breathing normalized, or when another world mercifully pulled him from this cruel one, where pain was his only companion.