"First, you need to come down!"

Seokjin had been hesitant to agree to Jungkook's request. He knew that Jungkook had their son, but he also knew that Jungkook was up to something. He couldn't shake the feeling that Jungkook was planning something, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Finally, after much deliberation, Seokjin decided to go with Jungkook. He knew he couldn't just sit around and wait for Jungkook to make his move. He had to take action and find out what Jungkook was up to.

Seokjin followed Jungkook to an abandoned warehouse. He was surprised to see that Jungkook was alone.

"Where's our son?" Seokjin asked, his voice full of suspicion.

Jungkook smiled. "He's right here."

Jungkook reached into his pocket and pulled out a baby sock which he recalled the sock was from Jung-eon when only inside of him. he still remember that, he is resistant to Jungkook buying those socks. Seokjin's heart sank. He knew that Jungkook was up to no good.

"What do you want?" Seokjin asked, his voice trembling.

Jungkook laughed. "I want you to come with me."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, two men appeared out of nowhere and grabbed Seokjin.

Seokjin's anger flared as he realized Jungkook's deception. He fought against the men holding him, his muscles straining against their grip. But the men were too strong, and Seokjin's resistance was futile.

Jungkook approached Seokjin, a syringe held in his gloved hand. He plunged the needle into Seokjin's arm, injecting a clear liquid. Seokjin's body went limp, his eyes glazing over. He slumped to the floor, unconscious.

Jungkook watched as Seokjin's breathing slowed, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

He hoisted Seokjin's limp body into his arms and carried him out of the warehouse. His men followed closely behind, their footsteps echoing in the cavernous space.

Emerging into the cool night air, Jungkook carefully placed Seokjin in the passenger seat of his car. He then turned to his men and issued a series of rapid commands.

"Make sure the area is secure," he ordered. "No one should see us leaving."

The men nodded in assent and quickly dispersed, disappearing into the shadows. Jungkook climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine. He glanced at Seokjin, who was still unconscious, and a cold smile crept across his face.

"Sweet dreams, Seokjin," he murmured to himself, while carresing his cheek and jaw. "You're in for a long ride." 

With a final rev of the engine, Jungkook sped away into the night, leaving the abandoned warehouse behind. The warehouse stood silent and empty, a testament to the dark deeds that had transpired within its walls.

~~~~~~

Seokjin's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light of the unfamiliar room. His head throbbed, and his muscles ached, a testament to the ordeal he had just endured. Memories flooded back, the struggle with Jungkook's men, the prick of the syringe, the darkness that had consumed him.

Fear gripped Seokjin's heart like a vice. He was trapped, a prisoner in Jungkook's clutches. The realization sent a jolt of adrenaline through his veins, his body instinctively preparing for fight or flight.

Seokjin tried to move, but his limbs felt heavy and unresponsive. He glanced down to see his wrists bound with thick rope, his ankles shackled to the bed frame. Panic surged through him, a wave of helplessness threatening to drown him.

He was at Jungkook's mercy, completely vulnerable and at his disposal. The thought sent shivers down Seokjin's spine, a primal fear that threatened to consume him.

Seokjin's heart pounded in his chest as the door creaked open, his fear reaching its peak. Jungkook stepped into the room, his face adorned with a chilling smile that sent shivers down Seokjin's spine.

"Well, well, well," Jungkook drawled, his voice dripping with malice. "Look who's finally awake."

Seokjin remained silent, his eyes locked on Jungkook's with a mixture of fear and defiance. He knew that Jungkook was savoring his power, enjoying the terror that he had instilled in Seokjin's heart.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, Seokjin," Jungkook continued, circling the room like a predator stalking its prey. "But don't worry, I'll answer them all in due time."

Jungkook's words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken threats. Seokjin knew that Jungkook was toying with him, prolonging his fear for his own amusement.

"But first," Jungkook said, his smile widening, "let's just enjoy this moment, shall we?"

Seokjin's stomach churned with dread. He knew that Jungkook was capable of anything, and the fear that gripped him was almost overwhelming. But he refused to let Jungkook break him. He would not succumb to Jungkook's manipulation.

"Whatever you want, Jungkook," Seokjin said, his voice surprisingly steady. "Just get it over with."

Jungkook's smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of surprise. He had expected Seokjin to crumble under his fear, but instead, he was met with a defiant spirit.

"Oh, I will, Seokjin," Jungkook said, his voice laced with venom. "But not before you've suffered into my hands."

Jungkook's smile widened as he watched Seokjin struggle against his restraints. The sight of his ex-husband's defiance only fueled his excitement. He reached out and ran his fingers through Seokjin's hair, sending shivers down the younger man's spine.

"You're so beautiful when you're like this," Jungkook murmured, his voice laced with dark desire.

Seokjin's tears flowed freely as he tried to pull away from Jungkook's touch, but the ropes held him firmly in place. He whimpered in fear and humiliation, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Please," he begged, his voice trembling. "Just let me go."

But Jungkook only laughed, a cruel sound that echoed through the room.

"I'm not going to let you go, Seokjin," he said, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "You're mine now."

Jungkook leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Seokjin's ear. He whispered words of love and possession, his breath hot against Seokjin's skin.

Seokjin's body trembled with a mixture of fear and arousal. He knew that he should resist, but he couldn't help but respond to ex-husband's touch.

"Y-yes," he moaned, his voice barely audible.

Jungkook grinned triumphantly. He had broken Seokjin, and now he would have him completely.

(Sorry guys no smut XD I don't want wattpad to delete my story TT)