Right place, Wrong person.

Everyone expects the scary mafia boss to kidnap the naive college boy out of obsession.
But what happens when a naive college boy accidentally kidnaps a mafia boss instead?

Jungkook narrowed his eyes.
"Do you understand who you're talking to?"

Taehyung looks at him like he's trying to figure out which planet this alien crawled out of.
"Mmm. Scary mafia guy. Likes black. Probably has a tragic backstory he refuses to unpack," he pauses, then adds thoughtfully, "emotionally constipated."

"You should be afraid," Jungkook says.

Taehyung tilts his head and actually looks at him.
The sharp lines.
The controlled posture.
The way the room seems built around him, like the world learned his dimensions and adjusted accordingly.

"Oh," he says after a moment, thoughtful. "I get why other people are afraid of you."

Jungkook stiffens. "And you aren't?"

Taehyung shrugs. "Not really. You look like someone who hasn't slept properly in years. That's not scary. That's concerning."

The silence that follows is dense. Heavy.
The kind that usually precedes violence.

Instead, it screams chaos.
Utter chaos.

Kim Taehyung was chaos wrapped in elegance and terrible impulse control.
Jeon Jungkook ruled with silence, blood, and control.
One thrived on control. The other ruined it effortlessly.

TOP : JUNGKOOK
BOTTOM : TAEHYUNG