Chains of Command// TK// ONGOING

Thunder in the Silence

Taehyung, wrapped in a light hotel robe, sat at the edge of the bed typing the meeting minutes from earlier into his tablet, the soft clicks echoing in the storm's rhythm. Jungkook stood near the window, arms crossed, eyes staring blankly into the water-streaked darkness beyond.

Then—the power went out.

The room plunged into shadows.

"Shit," Jungkook muttered under his breath.

Taehyung stood quickly, nearly knocking over his tablet. "Should I—?"

"Sit down," Jungkook ordered, already pulling out his phone and using its flashlight. "The whole resort is probably down. Generator will kick in."

But it didn't.

And for a long time, only the sound of the rain and their breaths filled the space.

"I'll light the emergency candles," Jungkook finally said, disappearing into the kitchenette drawers. He returned with three small glass candles, placing them on the coffee table and near the window sill.

Their glow was soft. Golden. Unforgiving.

And suddenly everything between them felt too exposed.

Too close.

Taehyung sat back on the bed, folding his hands in his lap.

"You're scared of me," Jungkook said from the couch, voice softer than expected.

Taehyung looked up.

Jungkook leaned forward, forearms on his knees, watching the candlelight flicker. "Even when I don't touch you, you flinch. Even when I look, you look away. You think I'm going to break you."

"I don't..." Taehyung's voice cracked. "I don't know what to feel."

"That's because you're still trying to feel safe around me," Jungkook murmured. "And you shouldn't."

The confession was sharp. Brutal.

But real.

"I'm not a good man, Taehyung. I have walls. And beneath them—" Jungkook paused, eyes now locking with Taehyung's, "—I have fire. Obsession. I never wanted anyone close. Until you."

Taehyung's breath hitched. "Why me?"

"I don't know," Jungkook admitted, rising from the couch. He walked slowly toward the bed, eyes never leaving Taehyung's face. "But something in me claws toward you. Every. Single. Day."

Taehyung stood, shaking. "Jungkook—"

"I haven't touched you in days," Jungkook whispered, now standing mere inches away. "But I feel like I'm burning alive every second I see you look at anyone else."

His hand moved. Not to grab. Not to hurt.

Just... to reach.

A knuckle brushed down Taehyung's cheek.

"I want you," Jungkook confessed, his voice no louder than the storm. "Not just your loyalty. Not just your silence. I want your time. Your nights. Your ache. Every breath."

Taehyung couldn't breathe.

He didn't pull away.

But he didn't move forward either.

"I'm not ready," Taehyung whispered.

Jungkook didn't step back.

He only tilted his head.

And for the first time... there was pain in his gaze.

"I'll wait," he said, voice raw. "But don't make me wait too long. Or I'll take without asking."

Then he turned and walked to the couch, laying down and throwing an arm over his face as if the conversation had exhausted whatever restraint he had left.

Taehyung stood there a long time, candlelight painting shadows across his trembling frame.

The storm raged on.

Inside and out.

...

Author's Note

They're not just two souls brushing against each other now.
They're two forces orbiting with gravitational hunger.
Jungkook's obsession is not just passion—it's control, heat, fire.
Taehyung is standing too close to the flames.
But what happens when he starts wanting to burn?