In the towering halls of Jeon Enterprises, one rule reigns supreme-perfection or nothing.
Jeon Jungkook is the cold-hearted CEO feared by all. Ruthless, obsessive, and emotionally locked behind walls no one dares to cross, he's fired fifteen secreta...
Taehyung swallowed thickly, standing frozen by the door like prey caught in headlights. "I wasn't trying to escape," he said, voice cracking slightly. "I just thought... I'm not suitable for this position."
"And who decides that?" Jungkook asked, standing slowly. "You?"
The air between them thickened, stretched taut like a wire about to snap. Jungkook circled him slowly, steps measured and predatory.
"I gave you protection," he said, voice lowering as he passed behind Taehyung. "Space. Clothes. My time."
"That doesn't mean you own me," Taehyung said, but his voice lacked weight.
"I don't want to own you," Jungkook said, stopping in front of him again, eyes dark. "I want you to give yourself. Freely."
Taehyung's breath hitched as Jungkook leaned closer, his voice like velvet and vice at once. Their bodies were too close now—dangerously close.
"I'm not yours," Taehyung whispered.
Jungkook's gaze dropped to his lips for a fraction of a second before rising again. "Not yet."
And then he walked away.
As if nothing had happened.
But something had.
And it was going to ruin both of them.
...
That Night – Jungkook's Penthouse
Jimin barged into the apartment without knocking, face tight with anger. "What the hell are you doing to him?" he demanded, pacing toward his brother.
Jungkook, sitting on the couch with a glass of whiskey, didn't even look up. "Keeping him where he's safest."
"You mean where you feel safest. He's a person, not a possession."
Jungkook's jaw flexed, but his tone remained detached. "He wanted to leave."
"Maybe because he's afraid of you."
Jungkook downed the drink in a single swallow and stood, walking over to the massive window that overlooked the city. His reflection stared back at him—hollow, broken, restrained.
"I've been left before," he muttered. "Everyone who came close either betrayed me or abandoned me."
"And now you're making sure no one gets close enough again?"
"No," Jungkook said softly. "I'm making sure that this one doesn't leave... even if he tries."
Jimin's voice broke slightly. "Kook... this isn't love."
"I know," Jungkook said, his voice almost childlike. "But it's all I know how to do."
...
Midnight – Taehyung's Apartment
When Taehyung arrived home that night, a black velvet box sat on his kitchen counter.
No name. No message.
But he knew.
Inside was a thin, elegant silver bracelet—lined with soft leather inside, minimal and coldly beautiful. On its inner curve, a tiny chip was embedded. Barely visible. But unmistakable.
There was a card tucked underneath, handwritten in bold, slanted strokes.
"For your protection. And my peace. — JJK."
Taehyung's hands trembled as he held it.
This wasn't a gift.
It was a leash.
And worst of all?
He slipped it on.
...
The Next Morning
The bracelet felt lighter than it should've.
Almost like air.
Except he felt it in his skin.
In every glance Jungkook sent him from across the office.
In the way Yoongi's eyes softened when they noticed it on his wrist.
"You didn't fight it," Yoongi said quietly in the breakroom.
Taehyung gave him a tight smile. "I did."
"And?"
"You can't win a game when your opponent rewrites the rules every time you get close."
Yoongi didn't argue.
Because there was nothing to say.
...
End of Day – CEO's Office
As Taehyung was leaving, Jungkook called his name.
He turned slowly.
The man behind the desk was a storm in stillness.
"I'd like to have dinner again," Jungkook said casually, though his eyes glittered like a wolf with blood on its fangs.
"I don't want to," Taehyung replied, chest tightening.
"It wasn't a request."
Taehyung stood, locked in the threshold. "Why are you doing this?"
There was a pause.
And then Jungkook whispered, "Because the longer you stay in my life, the more I forget how to breathe without you."
Taehyung's fingers curled at his sides.
"That's not love," he said bitterly.
"I never said it was." Jungkook smiled faintly. "You're not my love, Taehyung."
He stepped closer.
"You're my addiction."
...
Author's Note:
Love can be gentle. But obsession? Obsession is always hungry. And Jungkook's hunger has just begun.
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