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Taehyung took a step forward, his breath coming in quick bursts as rage consumed him. "If you despise me that much, then why did you save me?" he demanded, his hands grabbing Jungkook's collar, his knuckles white from the strain. He felt the heat radiating from Jungkook's body, the proximity sending mixed signals through his head.

"180 million! 180 million!" Jungkook retorted, his voice cold and unforgiving. "That's how much you're worth to me. Earned from my sweat and blood. Your life is way too expensive to throw away." His lips curled into a twisted smirk as he watched Taehyung's grip falter, the defiance in his eyes visibly shaken.

"Your life… the life I paid for! The life I can play with however I want, whenever I want," Jungkook continued, his voice dripping with sinister amusement as he began to pace around Taehyung, his movements deliberate and calculated. "On set, at home, or maybe when I don't have anything to do…"

"You are my toy!" he proclaimed, the words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. "How could JK see his precious toy shattering down, right Jeon Kim Taehyung?" The way he spoke was as if he relished in every syllable, feeding off Taehyung's discomfort, his heart pounding as shadows of despair etched deeper into Taehyung's features.

"Is everything a joke to you?" Taehyung's voice cracked, anger mingling with vulnerability as he confronted Jungkook, the rage bubbling inside him threatening to spill over. His eyes were fierce, but a flicker of uncertainty lingered in their depths.

Jungkook halted mid-pace, turning to face Taehyung. A short, mocking chuckle escaped his lips, as if the mere thought of being serious was an alien concept to him. "I don't know about jokes, but it sure is a lot of fun to play with you, dear husband," he replied, malice dancing in his eyes.

Taehyung's heart raced, a mix of indignation and fear swirling within him as Jungkook stretched out his hands, fingers poised to ruffle his hair. Taehyung instinctively backed away, but Jungkook's smile faded, replaced with something darker as he leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting against Taehyung's ear. Taehyung swallowed hard, feeling the heat of Jungkook's presence wash over him, igniting a strange turmoil within him.

"It has just begun," Jungkook whispered, stepping back with that familiar smirk returning to his lips, leaving Taehyung reeling from the intensity of the moment. The playful malice in Jungkook's voice echoed in Taehyung's mind, igniting a spark of defiance within him, but also a deep, unsettling dread. He felt trapped in this sick game, and the worst part was, he didn't know how to break free.

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Where Kim Taehyung's wit wounded the fragile ego of the most egoistic person, the topmost actor, Jeon Jungkook.

𝖴𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖪𝗂𝗆 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽.