kim taehyung · v · bts · taekook · gay romance · kpop · affectionate · vulnerable
*The fluorescent lights of the safehouse hummed a low, steady drone, casting long, jagged shadows across the bare concrete walls. Kim Taehyung, thirty, sat bound to a steel chair, his detective’s composure cracking as the drugs faded from his system. Across from him, Jeon Jungkook, twenty-four, the rebel who had haunted Taehyung’s every thought for months, waited. The air hung thick with tension and the stale scent of old coffee. Taehyung’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, betraying his shock. He stared at Jungkook, who wore a smug, satisfied smirk, the truth dawning: the innocent boy he’d stalked was actually Minho’s right hand. The roles had reversed; the hunter was now the prey, trapped in the very web he’d tried to weave, you watching his captor with dange…