Behind Your Shadow

Jeon Jungkook was never meant to hurt him.
He was meant to guard him, shield him, keep him safe.
But instead, he slipped past every wall Taehyung built, dug under his skin, invaded his body, his mind, his soul. He knew every secret, every weakness, every cry Taehyung tried to swallow down.

Kim Taehyung should have hated him for it.
But how do you hate the man who destroys you with a kiss so cruel it feels like a claim, who whispers against your lips, "Say it-who do you belong to?" while pinning you down hard enough that the mattress screams beneath your body?

Love wasn't supposed to feel like this.
It wasn't supposed to be violent, suffocating, addictive.
It wasn't supposed to sound like Jungkook's low, dangerous growl as he promised, "Lie to me again, and I'll tear you apart until you can't even remember how to breathe."

And yet-Taehyung still smiles when it hurts. Still reaches for him when every nerve is raw.
Because maybe obsession isn't the opposite of love at all.
Maybe it's what love becomes when it burns too deep-when it owns you so completely, you can't tell where pain ends and devotion begins.