Episode 2

Episode Two: Caught in the Net

The moment Jungkook woke up, he knew something was wrong.

His head was heavy, his body sluggish, the dim lighting around him flickering in and out of focus. He tried to move, but his wrists wouldn’t budge. A slow, creeping panic spread through his chest as he tugged again, harder this time, only to hear the soft jingle of metal.

Handcuffs.

His vision cleared, and that’s when he saw him.

Taehyung.

He was sitting just a few feet away, legs crossed, watching him with the same calm, unreadable gaze that had haunted Jungkook’s thoughts for weeks. He looked completely at ease, dressed in a dark button-up, sleeves rolled up lazily as if this was just another casual night for him.

Jungkook’s heart pounded violently against his ribs.

"What the hell is this?" he rasped, his voice hoarse.

Taehyung tilted his head, resting his elbow on the armrest of the leather chair beside him. "You followed me for weeks," he mused, tapping his fingers against his chin. "Now, I figured it was my turn to follow you somewhere."

Jungkook’s hands curled into fists. "You drugged me?"

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Taehyung’s lips. "Just a little something to make the trip easier." His gaze drifted lazily over Jungkook’s body, as if admiring his handiwork. "I couldn’t have you panicking halfway."

Jungkook took a shaky breath, his mind racing. He was sitting in what looked like a high-end penthouse, sleek black walls and floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the city below. He wasn’t in some abandoned warehouse or a dirty basement—no, this was far more calculated, far more controlled.

Taehyung wasn’t a reckless criminal. He was something worse.

"Let me go," Jungkook said, his voice low, dangerous.

Taehyung leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "And if I don’t?"

Jungkook yanked at the cuffs again, jaw clenching. "Then I’ll make you regret it."

Something flickered in Taehyung’s eyes at that—something dark, intrigued.

"You’re cute when you’re angry," he murmured.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, his pulse spiking as Taehyung stood up and took slow, deliberate steps toward him.

"You think I don’t know why you followed me?" Taehyung continued, crouching down until he was eye level with Jungkook. His fingers ghosted over the chain between the cuffs, testing its weight. "You could’ve stopped anytime. But you didn’t."

Jungkook’s breath caught as Taehyung reached out, fingers barely grazing his chin, tilting his face up just enough to force their eyes to meet.

"You wanted this," Taehyung whispered.

Jungkook’s body betrayed him—his skin burning where Taehyung’s touch lingered, his breath coming quicker than it should. He hated that Taehyung was right, that despite every warning in his head, a part of him had wanted to be caught.

Taehyung’s thumb brushed against his lower lip, his smirk deepening.

"Now," he murmured, "what should I do with you?"

Jungkook swallowed hard, his pulse hammering in his ears.

He had chased Taehyung for weeks, thinking he was the one in control.

Now, bound and at his mercy, he finally understood—

Taehyung had let him play the game.

But he had always been the one setting the rules.

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