Jungkook
"You're not going back to that apartment," Taehyung said flatly as the car pulled up a long, winding drive.
The mansion loomed ahead like something out of a gothic nightmare—black marble, sharp gates, glass like mirrors. Beautiful and terrifying.
"I never said I was staying," Jungkook muttered.
"You didn't have to." Taehyung leaned closer. "You belong here now."
The gates closed behind them.
And with a final click, the locks sealed.
Inside
The inside was worse—or better, depending on how you measured danger.
Marble floors, velvet drapes, crystal chandeliers. The scent of cedar, whiskey, and… something uniquely Taehyung.
But it wasn't the luxury that got to Jungkook.
It was the way everyone bowed when they saw him. The way guards lined the hallway. The way Taehyung's hand never left his lower back like he was claiming territory.
"You have an entire wing to yourself," Taehyung said smoothly, opening double doors. "Unless… you want to sleep in my bed."
Jungkook turned red.
Taehyung smirked.
Jungkook's room
The room was dark, warm, and dripping with wealth. Fireplace crackling, bed enormous.
On the pillow?
A single black rose.
With a note.
You're safe now, little lamb.But safety has a price.– V
He didn't know whether to cry or run or curl up in the sheets and scream.
Instead, he showered, changed into the silken robe left for him, and… wandered.
In the halls – Midnight
Jungkook wandered too far.
He passed one door—and heard it.
A whimper. A moan. Someone saying "V" over and over like a prayer… or a curse.
He didn't mean to peek. But he did.
And what he saw—
A man, blindfolded, chained to a bed. Not resisting. Begging.
And Taehyung… watching, not touching, not yet. But his presence alone dominated the room.
Jungkook stumbled back, heart racing, the heat in his stomach unbearable.
He ran. Not to leave—but to lock himself away before he did something stupid.
Later…
Knock knock.
He opened the door—expecting a guard. Maybe food.
It was Taehyung.
Shirtless.
Hair messy.
Eyes dark.
"You wandered."
Jungkook backed away slowly. "I—I didn't mean to—"
Taehyung stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
"Curious little lamb."
"I wasn't—"
"Liar."
Taehyung grabbed his wrist, pulled him flush against his chest. Jungkook gasped.
"I told you," he whispered against his ear. "You're mine now. So if you want to watch—then watch. If you want to scream—then scream. But don't pretend you don't want it."
Jungkook trembled. His lips parted.
"I don't know what I want," he whispered.
Taehyung tilted his chin up with two fingers.
"I do."