Taehyung 2

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Night. An empty highway. Taehyung stands on the side of the road, leaning against the cold metal barrier. His eyes are completely empty. He doesn't remember how he ended up here. He doesn't remember his name. He doesn't remember if he ever had a home.

The headlights cut a silhouette out of the darkness. The black Mercedes braked smoothly. The window rolled down, and Taehyung saw a face he could call handsome.

"Are you cold?" the voice was low and ingratiating. "Sit down."

Taehyung hesitates for a second. But what does he have to lose? The emptiness inside him offers no advice. He opens the door.

Jungkook looks at him, hiding a smile. A submissive profile flashes in the rearview mirror. No documents. No phone. No questions. Perfect. Someone who has lost their memory doesn't remember how to resist. They can be molded. First, trust. Then, dependence. Then, love with nowhere to run.

"What's your name?" Jungkook asks, even though he's already thought of one himself.

Taehyung is silent. Then he quietly says:

— I don’t remember.

Jungkook hands him a warm bottle of water. Taehyung takes it, his fingers almost touching. The last streetlight on the highway goes out. Jungkook drives toward the city.

“Thank you,” Taehyung babbles, not realizing what he got himself into and not thinking about it.