Falling for My Captive [Taekook] Orders are orders

Taehyung stormed out of the house, tears still fresh in his eyes.

He wiped them away quickly, not wanting anyone to see him like this.

The driver dropped him off at the club entrance before driving away.

Jieun was already waiting.

As soon as she saw Taehyung, her expression changed.

Lee Ji-eun

Tae, what happened?

Lee Ji-eun

You look upset.

Kim Taehyung

No, Ji, I’m not upset.

Lee Ji-eun

Don’t lie to me.

Lee Ji-eun

Your eyes are red. Were you crying?

Kim Taehyung

You’re seeing things.

Before Jieun could press further, a car pulled up.

Taehyung immediately recognized it—Eunwoo’s.

But instead of a driver, Jungkook was behind the wheel.

Eunwoo stepped out smoothly, adjusting his jacket.

He glanced at Jungkook.

Cha Eunwoo

Park the car and wait here.

Jeon Jungkook

Yes, master.

Without another glance, Jungkook drove off.

Eunwoo turned to them, a charming smile on his face.

Cha Eunwoo

Hey, guys. What’s up?

He pulled both Taehyung and Jieun into a quick hug.

Cha Eunwoo

(hugging Taehyung) Missed me?

Kim Taehyung

In your dreams.

Jieun rolled her eyes but then frowned at Jungkook’s presence.

Lee Ji-eun

But Eunwoo, why did you bring him to a place like this?

Cha Eunwoo

You think I wanted to? Never.

Cha Eunwoo

Last time I got drunk, I got into a fight with my driver.

Cha Eunwoo

So my mom told me to bring him instead.

Lee Ji-eun

Ugh. Disgusting.

Kim Taehyung

Okay, let’s just go inside.

Cha Eunwoo

Yeah, let’s drink till we get wasted.

With that, they walked into the club.

The club was packed, filled with flashing neon lights and the heavy bass of the music vibrating through the walls.

A massive dance floor stretched across the center, crowded with people moving to the beat.

Some were lost in the music, dancing close—bodies pressed together, whispers exchanged between drinks.

Others sat in dimly lit booths, laughing, drinking, or leaning in for private conversations.

At the bar, bartenders mixed colorful cocktails, pouring liquid confidence into fancy glasses.

In a dark corner, Jungkook stood silently, away from the chaos.

His posture was stiff, hands tucked into his pockets as he watched everything unfold.

He didn’t belong here, and he knew it.

But orders were orders.

See ya💜!