Kim Taehyung

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For two years, Seoul fought the contagion. For two years, the city washed the streets of the epidemic, buried the dead, and tried to forget. Jungkook couldn't forget. His older sister, the one who sang him lullabies and scolded him for failing grades, was infected. He couldn't find the strength to do what the rules of survival demanded. Instead of a bullet, he chose a chain. Instead of goodbye, he chose daily horror.

He turned her room into a crypt. Strong handcuffs bound her to the metal bed frame. The feeding ritual was like torture for both of them: silent growls, shaking hands, the lingering smell of death. This secret became the core of his existence. Until Taehyung came along.

Taehyung was a special forces soldier, the man who had won the war. Strong, straightforward, and madly in love with Jungkook. Their relationship was a breath of fresh air in Jungkook's closed world. And it was Taehyung, arriving unexpectedly, who became a threat to this fragile peace.

Jungkook met him at the door, his face contorted with panic. His attempts to push Taehyung away were as feeble as a butterfly's flutter against a hurricane. Taehyung, sensing something was wrong, easily pushed him aside. He heard the sound before he saw its source—a low, animalistic growl coming from behind the closed door.

The door opened. The room revealed itself in horrific detail: chains, bowls, a creature on the bed that had once been a woman. Silence hung in the air, thick and heavy. Taehyung didn't draw his weapon. He simply stared, analyzing the surroundings with cold, professional clarity. He saw the clean floors, the fresh water, the traces of fruitless care. He saw Jungkook's face, frozen in anticipation of the verdict.

Then Taehyung slowly turned to him. There was neither horror nor disgust in his eyes. "Jungkook-ah," Taehyung said quietly, his voice rough but not angry. "This can't happen anymore. Not for her, not for you. Do you understand?"