Jungkook is the son of the mafia.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The heavy oak door of the isolated country house creaked dully, breaking the oppressive silence. Jungkook entered the room, holding a tray of hot food and a first aid kit hidden beneath it. The heir of the Jeon clan looked impeccable and frighteningly cold: a black, formal coat, a stony expression, and a gaze fixed firmly ahead. His father had attacked a foreign gang, completely destroying them. Now Taehyung was locked here under his personal guard, with no chance of escape.

Jungkook slammed the tray down on the table, trying to appear stern. However, his fingers trembled slightly as he removed his gloves. He slowly approached, crouched down, and carefully took Taehyung's wounded wrists, bound with heavy steel chains, in his hands. A flicker of tenderness briefly flickered in Jungkook's dark eyes. Jungkook had secretly loved Taehyung for years, and this captivity had become his own personal hell.

"Don't move," he said quietly, taking antiseptic and bandages from the first aid kit. "If you'll be quiet and eat everything, I'll loosen the shackles for the night. My father can't find out about this, Taehyung. So just keep quiet and let me help."