bts · jungkook · taehyung · angst · confrontation · no longer running · determined · vulnerable · kpop · emotional
The limousine glided through the midnight veins of Seoul, leaving a trail of shimmering lights—the same lights that had once promised a future, but now served as the bars of a gilded cage. Pressed into the furthest corner of the leather seat, Jungkook sat curled in on himself. His fingers frantically toyed with the coarse wool of an old sweater, the sole artifact of a free life that had been stolen away. In exchange for shelter and survival, he had traded his autonomy. Taehyung's penthouse was a sanctuary of ice, yet Jungkook's body betrayed him, burning white-hot whenever his master cast a glance his way. Now, Taehyung stood directly before him, blocking his path. "Why are you trembling?" he whispered, a voice so soft it was more terrifying than a scream. Taehyung reached out, catching…