TAEKOOK ONESHOTS (Timeless. Ver) Guilty as sin¿

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Jungkook doesn’t know how he ended up here—under Taehyung’s gaze,as the dim light casting eerie shadows across the walls.

Kim Taehyung

*leans against the bed, watching him with unreadable eyes*

Jeon Jungkook

*about to move aside*

Kim Taehyung

Stay still

Jeon Jungkook

*hesitant* Look—

Kim Taehyung

I wasn’t asking.

Jeon Jungkook

*swallows a lump, obeys*

Kim Taehyung

*leans closer*

Kim Taehyung

Why did you cry?

Jeon Jungkook

*stiffened*

He hadn’t expected that. The teasing tone was gone now, replaced with something more serious—something almost curious.

Jeon Jungkook

It’s nothing *turn away his his*

Kim Taehyung

Lying already?

Jeon Jungkook

*clenched his jaw*

When he didn’t answer, Taehyung sighed and straightened up, stepping away from the bed.

Jungkook felt like he could finally breathe again, but the relief was short-lived.

Kim Taehyung

Why are you here, kid?

Jeon Jungkook

*fingers curled into the bedsheet, heart pounded, his throat tightening*

Kim Taehyung

Not answering? Fine let me rephrase it…

Kim Taehyung

What did you do to make yours parents put you here?

Jeon Jungkook

*close his eyes*

Jeon Jungkook

I did no—nothing

Kim Taehyung

*let out a low chuckle*

Kim Taehyung

You kids are all the same. Crying yourselves to sleep because Mommy and Daddy abandoned you here.

Jeon Jungkook

*flinched*

His stomach twisted painfully at the truth of those words.

Jeon Jungkook

Can I ask you something?

Kim Taehyung

*raise a brow*

Jeon Jungkook

*looks at Taehyung before sitting up on the bed*

Jeon Jungkook

*hesitated before whispering* Why did you help me?

Kim Taehyung

*exhaled sharply, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling*

For a moment, Jungkook thought he wouldn’t reply. But then—

Kim Taehyung

You remind me of someone I failed to protect *voice was flat, almost bored*

Jeon Jungkook

*heart feels something unexplainable towards Taehyung’s words*

Kim Taehyung

*looks back at Jungkook before letting out a low chuckle*

Kim Taehyung

You’re too easy to read, kid.

Jeon Jungkook

*turned on his side, gripping the blanket tightly*

Footsteps echoed following by the sound of bed creaking.

Kim Taehyung

*bed creaked as Taehyung leaned back*

Jeon Jungkook

*looks at Taehyung’s side of the room*

Kim Taehyung

Don’t take it the wrong way, kid.

Kim Taehyung

I’m not your savior.

Kim Taehyung

I am someone you should be saved from *looks at Jungkook while tilting his head*

Jeon Jungkook

*already staring straight at taehyung, gulps and wets his lips*

Jeon Jungkook

Thankyou for today

Kim Taehyung

*turns his head away without answering*

Kim Taehyung

I don’t know why you are here kid, but you better leave as soon as possible. *lights up a cigarette*

Kim Taehyung

This place isn’t for you to stay *looks at jungkook before exhaling the smoke*

Jeon Jungkook

Why do you keep calling me kid?

Jeon Jungkook

As far as I concern you aren’t really that older than I am.

Kim Taehyung

Aren’t you getting quite cozy? *throws cold stare at jungkook*

Jeon Jungkook

*gulps* sorry..

Kim Taehyung

Sleep

His tone left no room for argument.

Jeon Jungkook

*stared at him for a moment longer before curling up under the blanket*

Jungkook didn’t know why, but despite the fear still lingering in his chest… he felt safer than he had all day.

Four weeks passed in a blur.

Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Jungkook had mastered the art of staying out of people’s way, blending into the background like a shadow. He kept his head down, avoided trouble, and didn’t expect anything from anyone.

Not even his parents. They hadn’t called. Not once. And strangely… he felt relieved.

At first, the silence had been unsettling, a constant reminder of his isolation. But over time, he began to appreciate it. The solitude became his sanctuary, a shield against the cruel world outside these walls.

But the most unplanned surprise he had was the quiet attachment he had formed toward his dangerously intimidating cellmate—Kim Taehyung.

Since the encounter he had with Taehyung on his first day, he had barely acknowledged jungkook’s existence.

He hadn’t spoken to him, hadn’t spared him a second glance, and yet Jungkook found himself drawn to him.

Say it the way he smokes without care, or how he has this whole place wrapped around his fingers.

There was something about Taehyung—his presence, his aura—that commanded attention without him even trying.

He wasn’t just attractive; he was irresistibly alluring, in a way that felt almost lethal.

And somewhere along the way, Jungkook realized the truth.

His first real crush—the kind that made his stomach flutter and his breath hitch—was on his own cellmate in a rehab center.

It was ridiculous. It was dangerous.

And it got even worse when a certain guard, yugyeom—only person Jungkook had grown comfortable speaking with other than Taehyung—let something slip.

About Taehyung The Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung wasn’t here for rehab.

He didn’t need saving from an addiction

Because he owned this place.

The so-called rehab center was nothing more than a front—a carefully constructed lie, a business disguised as a sanctuary. Taehyung was part of the most powerful drug mafia, and this place? It was their playground. A way to recruit clients, keep transactions under the radar, and avoid government suspicion.

Jungkook had spent weeks thinking he was locked inside with dangerous men.

But now he certainly knew

The most dangerous one of them all was his own cellmate.

TBC