Taehyung stood before the wardrobe, his trembling fingers brushing against the fabric of the neatly hung clothes Jungkook had provided. His mind spun with confusion and unease. Jungkook’s words echoed in his ears: “Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”

What did he mean? Where was he taking him?

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt unbuttoned, casually rolling up his sleeves. His gaze remained fixed on Taehyung, sharp and calculating, as though he were appraising him. “I’m waiting, Taehyung,” he said, his tone calm yet commanding.

Taehyung flinched, quickly pulling a soft sweater and a pair of black slacks from the wardrobe. His hands shook as he dressed, Jungkook’s eyes never leaving him.

“You’re slow,” Jungkook said, standing and walking toward him. Taehyung froze as Jungkook adjusted the collar of his sweater with a precision that made him feel like a doll. “Perfect,” Jungkook murmured, his voice dipping to a more dangerous edge.

“I... I don’t understand,” Taehyung whispered, daring to meet Jungkook’s eyes. “Why are you taking me?”

Jungkook smirked, tucking a stray strand of Taehyung’s hair behind his ear. “You’ll see soon enough,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been cooped up in this room for too long. I thought it was time for a little... outing.”

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The heavy mansion doors opened, letting in a rush of sunlight that flooded the grand foyer. Jungkook’s hand rested firmly on Taehyung's lower back, guiding him forward as though he were fragile—though his grip was anything but gentle.

Taehyung’s eyes darted around, taking in the vast expanse of the outside world. The fresh air felt foreign, almost unrecognizable after being cooped up for so long. His pulse quickened, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the sight of freedom or the oppressive presence of Jungkook at his side.

Jungkook leaned down, his breath warm against Taehyung’s ear. “Listen carefully,” he said in a low, commanding tone. “You will not speak. Not a word. Not to anyone. Do you understand?”

Taehyung swallowed hard and nodded.

They descended the wide stone steps to where a sleek black car awaited. Jungkook’s driver stood beside it, his posture rigid, his eyes firmly fixed on the ground.

When Taehyung instinctively glanced at the man, Jungkook’s hand tightened on his waist, pulling him closer. His dark gaze shot to the driver like a warning shot. “You don’t look at him,” Jungkook barked.

“Yes, sir,” the man replied immediately, his voice trembling slightly.

Taehyung felt the weight of Jungkook’s dominance in every movement, every word. He didn’t need to be told twice—it was clear that no one, not even strangers, could acknowledge his existence without Jungkook’s permission.

The car door opened, and Jungkook gestured for Taehyung to get inside. Taehyung hesitated for a moment, earning himself a sharp look that sent his heart racing. He slid into the seat, the leather cold against his skin despite the sunlight streaming in.

The ride into the city was silent but tense. Jungkook sat beside him, his arm resting casually on the back of the seat as if claiming the space around Taehyung as his own. Every time Taehyung glanced at him, he found Jungkook already looking back, a faint, almost predatory smirk playing on his lips.

When the car pulled up to the towering skyscraper, Taehyung couldn’t help but stare. The building was massive, all glass and steel, reaching toward the sky like a monument to power and wealth.

Jungkook stepped out first, extending a hand to Taehyung. The younger hesitated but took it, his steps faltering as they approached the entrance. Inside, the building buzzed with life—workers rushing about, the hum of conversation and the clicking of heels echoing off the marble floors.

The moment Jungkook entered, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations halted mid-sentence, eyes turned toward them—and then quickly away as Jungkook’s piercing glare swept through the lobby.

“Let me make this clear,” Jungkook announced, his voice cutting through the silence. “No one looks at him. No one speaks to him. He is off-limits.”

Taehyung’s face flushed as he stared at the floor, embarrassed and overwhelmed by the attention. He could feel the weight of Jungkook’s authority pressing down on him like a heavy cloak.

Jungkook’s hand returned to his back, steering him toward the private elevator at the far end of the lobby. The crowd parted instinctively, heads bowing as they passed.

Once inside the elevator, Jungkook pressed the button for the top floor, his hand still resting on Taehyung. “You’ll like it,” he said, his voice softer now, though no less authoritative. “You’ve been trapped in that mansion for too long. It’s time you see another side of me.”

Taehyung didn’t respond, his stomach twisting in knots. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but the look in Jungkook’s eyes was enough to keep him silent.

When the elevator doors opened, Taehyung was greeted by a breathtaking view. The entire top floor was Jungkook’s private office—expansive and meticulously designed, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city. The sunlight streamed in, illuminating the luxurious furnishings and modern decor.

Jungkook’s desk sat at the far end of the room, a sleek black centerpiece surrounded by monitors and files. To one side, there was a plush seating area, and on the other, a small bar stocked with expensive bottles.

“This,” Jungkook said, gesturing to the space, “is where I make the decisions that keep everything running. The world bows to me here, Taehyung.”

Taehyung stared, speechless. The sheer scale of the office, the authority it radiated, was overwhelming.

Jungkook stepped behind him, his hands resting lightly on Taehyung’s shoulders. “It’s yours too, you know,” he murmured, his voice almost tender. “You’re by my side, always.”

Taehyung stiffened, unsure of how to respond. But Jungkook didn’t wait for an answer. He turned Taehyung to face him, his hands cupping Taehyung’s face as he leaned in close.

Jungkook's hands lingered on Taehyung's face for a moment longer, his gaze intense, but his words softened. "Rest for a while. I'll be working, but I'll be right here." He gently brushed a strand of hair from Taehyung's forehead, his thumb grazing over the skin. "I don't want you to feel alone, not even for a second."

Taehyung nodded slowly, still processing the intensity of the moment. It was almost overwhelming, the way Jungkook’s presence filled the entire room, like the weight of his dominance and control pressing in from every direction. But the softness in his voice when he spoke to Taehyung... it confused him. It made Taehyung wonder if there was more to Jungkook’s intentions than the forceful, possessive persona he wore most of the time.

Jungkook turned away briefly, heading to his desk to begin his work. Taehyung sank into one of the plush chairs nearby, exhausted by everything that had happened—the tension, the pressure of constantly being watched, the overwhelming closeness of Jungkook. His head was spinning, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to close his eyes and breathe.

Unbeknownst to Taehyung, however, Jungkook had set up hidden cameras in their mansion room—strategically placed to observe Taehyung’s every move. Jungkook didn’t want to leave him alone even for a second. He wanted to see Taehyung all the time, even when he wasn’t physically present.

He had brought Taehyung to his office to ensure the cameras could be installed undetected, without interruption. As the technician worked to install them, Jungkook focused on his business dealings. The facade of his world of power was always in play, but in the back of his mind, there was a singular thought: Taehyung.

Jungkook would make sure he was always safe. Always watched.