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"These markings," Jungkook's rough hands curled around the younger male's neck, the pads of his fingers rubbing against the now purplish bruises. Taehyung winced at the contact, his skin sensitive from how hard Bogum's teeth braced his skin. "Do they hurt?" The dancer shook his head, knowing how possessive Jungkook gets. He had half a mind to tell Jungkook the obscene things he's experienced from his clients and boss. Still, he knew it would result in an angry Jungkook who wouldn't hesitate to venture out with the rest of his crew to confront those who harmed Taehyung.
"Words, babydoll."
"No, they don't hurt." Taehyung croaked, cowering slightly under the older man's brooding features. Jungkook was relatively gentle and compassionate amidst being the most feared man in South Korea. Still, in times, he can live up to his status.
"They treat you like an object, and I fucking hate it." Jungkook's jaw tightened, the muscles in his arms flexing around Taehyung. The tension didn't go unnoticed by the exotic dancer, and he leaned forward to lightly peck at the ink curled around the male's shoulder blade to calm him down.
"If only they knew who you belonged to. They wouldn't dare lay a finger on you."