Jeon Jungkook0

Taehyung leaned back against the cold wall, his pupils dilated, his breathing heavy. The world was floating, his body was filled with sweet heaviness - the high was covering him completely. Everything around him was losing its meaning.

And suddenly - a jerk. Someone's strong hands tore him out of someone else's grip. Through the fog before his eyes, Jeon Jeongguk's gaze cut through - sharp, cold, not tolerating refusal.

"You're playing with death, kid," his voice was muffled, oppressive. "Another second and you'd be gone."

He pulled Taehyung closer, forcing him to breathe deeper, bringing him back to reality. Too close, too possessive.

And in that moment, the high dissolved. All that remained was the heaviness of his voice and the cold realization that Jungkook was now holding everything, even his life.