teacher's pet | taekook

TwENTY ThREE { punish }

Jungkook let him throw his pity-party-slash-temper-tantrum for a minute longer. Taehyung kept muttering "no" and "please" over and over, but it was a lost cause. He knew it too, but that didn't matter. Jungkook took a hold of Taehyung's shirt collar and stood, gently tugging on Taehyung's shirt to get him to stand too.

"Come on, Taehyung."

"No!" He shoved Jungkook back and scampered to sit on the backing of the couch, leaning against the cold window behind him.

"I am absolutely fucking livid. You're an idiot if you think you can fight your way out of this." He spoke with such composure it made Taehyung shiver. He didn't look mad, he didn't sound mad either, but his words told him something completely different, and Taehyung couldn't help but gasp. "So you are not going to waste my time, and you're going to come upstairs with me and take your punishment well, because you deserve it."

"I-I don't want to," he mumbled.

"We don't always get what we want. That's how it is, Taehyung. So get up."

Taehung was barely cooperative, but he wasn't necessarily resistant either. Jungkook had to drag him up the stairs to their ensuite bathroom.

He shoved Taehyung back until he tumbled into the bathtub. Taehyung cried out when his spine hit the edge of the porcelain tub and radiated pain.

Jungkook leaned over the edge of the tub, cranked the water on, and shoved the drain stopper in its place. Taehyung panicked at the sight. He scrambled out of the tub, already sobbing. Jungkook yanked him back by his shirt collar. He splashed around in the pooling water.

"Please! Please—"

"Shut. Up," Jungkook commanded.

Taehyung could only hold quiet for a few seconds, bottom lip trembling with frantic pleas. 

"I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry—"

"Do I really need to teach you how to obey all over again? It's not that fucking hard to listen. I thought you already learned!"

Taehyung sobbed pathetically. "Ple—"

"Stop talking."

Again, he didn't listen, crying, "I'm sooorry."

"No, no," Jungkook persisted. His voice edged on furious; the calm facade he held earlier was now long gone. "Correct yourself. You're not sorry about what you did; you're not apologizing to me. You're sorry for yourself because you failed."

He flinched at Jungkook's harsh tone, and finally resolved to shut up. Save for his pitiful sniffles and hiccups, the only noise in the room was his impending calamity.

The water was up to his ribs now, soon to overflow the tub. Jungkook kept his fist clamped in Taehyung's hair as he shut off the faucet. Taehyung yearned to apologize again, but knew that wouldn't help him now. Excuses would only hurt him at this point. He just has to listen...

Jungkook jerked Taehyung's skull, yanking him out of his self-pity and reminding him of the hold he had in his hair — on his life.

"Hold your breath."

Taehyung wanted to plead but gasped deeply instead, just before Jungkook shoved his head beneath the waterline.

Jungkook pushed him down until his nose pressed against the bottom of the tub. All but his back was submerged, as he sat on his knees. The position didn't help him in the slightest.

He knows how this goes, but he still resisted. He didn't want to make it difficult, but he didn't want to drown either. So he couldn't help but thrash wildly, even if he accidentally hit Jungkook.