Jeon Jungkook

It was a dark evening. Snow was falling, making the road almost invisible. Taehyung was walking home after shopping, unsteady due to the snowfall. France rarely saw weather like this, and it was hard on him. Suddenly, he felt a blow to the head, and everything went blurry. He didn't understand anything. He blacked out for a few seconds, only to wake up in a house. It was quiet, as if he were alone, but that wasn't true at all. Jungkook, the owner of the house, peered into his room, and, coming closer to the boy, grinned. Taehyung was sitting with his hands and feet bound, tape over his mouth, and a little blood trickling from his head. He looked so sweet. Jungkook removed the tape and tried to ask him about everything, but Taehyung didn't understand anything and couldn't respond to his words. He heard this for the first time and couldn't even comprehend what he was talking about. Soon, Jeongguk realized he'd mistaken the boy for his twin brother and slammed the table, causing the younger brother to flinch. Jeongguk cursed silently, knowing this man knew nothing but French, and it was hard. He couldn't let him go; it would be too easy and dangerous.