Chains of Command// TK// ONGOING

The Taste of Control

The kiss lingered, dangerous and unyielding.

Jungkook's mouth pressed hard against Taehyung's, demanding more than Taehyung had ever given anyone. His hand at Taehyung's throat tightened—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind him who held control.

Taehyung's lashes fluttered as his mind screamed at him to push away. To stop this. To remember why he had taken this job in the first place. But his body... his body betrayed him. His lips moved against Jungkook's with a desperate kind of need, his fingers trembling as they gripped the fabric of Jungkook's shirt.

When Jungkook finally pulled back, a string of heat connected them, Taehyung's lips swollen and red.

"Breathe," Jungkook commanded, his voice low, rasping.

Taehyung gasped, chest heaving as though he had been drowning until this very moment. His wide eyes darted away, unable to hold Jungkook's piercing stare.

But Jungkook didn't allow distance. His hand caught Taehyung's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Don't you dare look away from me."

Taehyung's pulse raced under Jungkook's thumb. His voice shook. "I... I can't."

"You can." Jungkook's grip firmed. "You will."

The authority in his tone left no room for argument. Slowly, reluctantly, Taehyung's eyes lifted, meeting the storm in Jungkook's. His chest tightened, his breath shallow.

"That's it," Jungkook murmured, softer now, though no less commanding. "Good boy."

The words struck Taehyung like a brand. His cheeks flushed scarlet, shame and heat coiling low in his stomach. He wanted to deny how those two simple words made his knees weak, but the tremor in his body betrayed him.

Jungkook smirked faintly. He had seen it. He had felt the way Taehyung's body responded.

"You don't even realize how much you're giving me," Jungkook whispered, leaning closer until his lips brushed the shell of Taehyung's ear. "And I haven't even started taking."

Taehyung shivered violently. His hands curled into fists at his sides, his breath shaky. "Why... why me?" he managed to whisper, voice fragile. "Out of everyone... why are you doing this to me?"

Jungkook pulled back just enough to look at him, his expression unreadable—part hunger, part something darker, something wounded. "Because you're the only one who doesn't break when I push."

Taehyung blinked, stunned.

"You endure," Jungkook continued, his thumb brushing Taehyung's lower lip. "Every other secretary ran. Every one of them folded under my temper, my rules, my control. But you..." He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "You bend. You tremble. But you don't run."

Taehyung swallowed hard. "Maybe I should."

Jungkook's smile was dark, dangerous. "Then why haven't you?"

The question struck deep, cutting through Taehyung's carefully built excuses. He wanted to say because of the money. Because of my mother. But the truth sat heavier in his chest, something he wasn't ready to admit: Because of you.

Jungkook's hand moved from his jaw to the back of his neck, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched again. Their breaths mingled, hot and unsteady.

"You're mine, Taehyung," Jungkook whispered. "I won't let you go. Even if you beg, even if you scream—I won't."

A soft, broken sound escaped Taehyung's throat. His body trembled, his resistance crumbling like fragile glass.

Jungkook's lips brushed his again, this time slower, more deliberate. He kissed him with purpose, coaxing rather than demanding. Taehyung melted, his hands lifting helplessly to clutch at Jungkook's sleeves, pulling him closer.

When Jungkook deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing past parted lips, Taehyung let him in without a fight. The taste of him—dark, intoxicating, addictive—made Taehyung's knees weak. He sank against Jungkook, the world spinning away until only this moment existed.

Jungkook's hand slid lower, tracing the line of Taehyung's spine, making him arch involuntarily. The heat between them grew unbearable, but just as Taehyung felt himself slipping further, Jungkook abruptly pulled back.

Taehyung stared, dazed, lips swollen, eyes wide with confusion.

Jungkook smirked. "Not yet."

The words sliced through Taehyung's haze like a blade. He realized with a jolt that Jungkook was holding back—not because he didn't want him, but because he wanted control over when. Over how far.

"You'll come undone," Jungkook said quietly, brushing Taehyung's cheek with the back of his fingers. "But only when I allow it."

Taehyung's body burned with humiliation and desire, his breathing ragged. He should have hated him for it. But the truth was terrifying.

He wanted more.

And Jungkook knew it.

"Go home, Taehyung," Jungkook finally said, his voice steady, his dominance unshaken. "Before I decide to keep you here tonight."

Taehyung stood on trembling legs, his knees barely supporting him. His heart thundered painfully as he grabbed his coat. He wanted to look back, to see if Jungkook was watching, but he didn't dare.

As the elevator doors closed, his reflection stared back at him—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, trembling hands.

He hated what he saw.

But God help him... he craved it too.

This was the first night Jungkook fully claimed Taehyung—not with his body, but with his control. The kiss sealed their dangerous connection, but Jungkook's restraint proved one thing: he wasn't just taking Taehyung. He was training him.

The slow burn has darkened. Desire is now tangled with fear