Dangerous Plaything

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• M/M Relationship
• Implied Top!Tae: Bottom!Kook
• NSFW - 🔞
• Age Swap
• Physical changes: JK is small, Tae is Large (A proper 'King')
• Profanity
• Blood, Gore and Violence
• Masochism / Sadism
• Blue-eyed Tae
• Psychological Abuse
• Physical Abuse
• Mentions of Rape / Implied Rape
• Cross Dressing
• Masochism
• Sadism
• Abuse
• Past Abuse
• Emotional/Psychological Abuse
• Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con
• Rape/Non-con Elements
• Graphic Rape/Non-Con
• Suicide
• Suicidal Thoughts
• Implied/Referenced Suicide
• Suicide Attempt
• Bad BDSM Etiquette
• Murder
• Mind Break
• Amnesia
• Torture

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Prologue

Taehyung

"We've got a problem," a harsh voice said through the phone. It was my second in command.

"I'm coming," I told him. I didn't like his tone. I could tell it was really bad. His nervousness made me nervous. Seokjin was a crazy bastard, and if something had him this riled up, then it was something big. Something I really wouldn't like.

I walked out of my office and found a few of my men standing in the hallway, lined up and on guard. They bowed their heads in respect as I walked by.

As I stepped into the dark hallway that led to the soundproof basement, my body tensed. The air around me was stale and my steps were hard against the silence as I prepared myself for the worst.

I opened the door and saw Seokjin leaning against the wall, head cast down in defeat. My entrance didn't even phase him, he was so lost in his thoughts. I cleared my throat and he glanced up.

His expression conveyed horror and disgust. "It's bad," Seokjin said, pointing toward the room. I nodded, then walked farther inside, leading the way while Seokjin fell into step behind me.

Stomping forward, I found a bloodied man strapped to a chair. The basement room was empty except for the chair in the middle and a table at the back. Four of my men stood around him. They were my right-hand men.

I didn't recognize the captive, but when he looked up at me, his eyes were filled with terror. As I got closer, his already pale face twisted in pain. He pushed back against the chair when I stopped in front of him.