JJungkооk

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Sometimes it feels like every step is a mistake.

For Jungkook, this had become the norm over the last month: he felt as if the chains weren't on the wrists of Taehyung, who was staying in his apartment, but on himself, from the very day he decided to hide the younger man.

At first, he thought it was a game. Kidnap the fugitive, then sell him to those who needed him, those who continued to search, hoping to one day peek into this apartment. But Jungkook... he just couldn't anymore.

Bound.

— I keep wondering what to do with you, — Jungkook's quiet, cracked voice rings out in the semi-darkness of the kitchen, which had become their shared space. — Kill you or sell you? Your head is still worth too much.

— Is there no option for me to stay? — Taehyung asks hoarsely, lifting tired but defiant eyes. — Am I really nothing more than merchandise to you? Though you hide me so well, you sleep with me...

— You are a problem, — Jungkook interrupts.

— Funny, — a smirk spreads across the younger one's lips. — Then you definitely don't know how to solve problems, since you haven't done anything with this one yet. Just kill me, and let it be over, — he sounds resolute and bitter.

— And you've gotten used to it too, haven't you? — black eyes looked at the "problem" with pain. — Used to me kissing you in the mornings, hugging you as if you belong to me, you cooking for me? Well, I've gotten used to it too.