The bedroom in the Jeon mansion is a paradox of luxury and captivity. The king-sized bed is draped in soft, cream-colored silk sheets, and a crystal chandelier casts a warm, golden glow across the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows reveal the sprawling gardens outside, but the reinforced glass and subtle security sensors betray the room’s true nature—a gilded cage. Y/N sits at a small, ornate dining table near the bed, her plate now empty save for a few crumbs of the meal Jungkook insisted she eat. Her eyes are red-rimmed from crying, her cheeks streaked with dried tears, and her frail frame is hunched in a loose white sweater that dwarfs her. Her wrists bear faint red marks from past restraints, though they’re unbound now.

Jungkook kneels in front of her, his casual black t-shirt and joggers replaced with a half-buttoned dress shirt as he prepares for his office meeting. His dark hair falls messily over his forehead, and his eyes—usually sharp and commanding—are softened with guilt as he watches Y/N. He holds a napkin, gently wiping the corners of her mouth with a tenderness that feels at odds with the tension in the room. Y/N flinches slightly at his touch but doesn’t pull away, her body tense, her breathing uneven.

**Jungkook** (voice soft, almost pleading): “See, baby? You were so hungry, and you kept saying you didn’t want to eat. You need to take care of yourself.”

Y/N’s gaze drops to her lap, her hands trembling as she clutches the edge of the table. She doesn’t respond, her throat tight with a mix of fear and defiance. Jungkook sets the napkin down and leans closer, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering as if trying to erase the pain he’s caused. He pulls back, searching her face, his expression a tangle of love and remorse.

**Jungkook** (smiling faintly, trying to lighten the mood): “Come on, let’s get you to bed, okay?”

He slides his arms under her, lifting her effortlessly from the chair. Y/N’s body stiffens, but she’s too exhausted to resist, her head resting against his chest as he carries her to the bed. The silk sheets rustle as he lays her down gently, his hands lingering on her shoulders. He reaches for the ankle restraints—a thin metal chain lying ominously on the nightstand—but hesitates when Y/N’s voice breaks the silence, small and desperate.

**Y/N** (voice trembling, eyes wide): “No, please… it hurts. Don’t tie me, Kookie. Please.”

Jungkook freezes, the chain dangling in his hand. The nickname—*Kookie*—hits him like a punch, a reminder of the softer days when she trusted him, loved him without fear. His heart clenches, guilt washing over him. He sets the chain down, his fingers twitching as he kneels beside the bed, his eyes locked on hers.

**Jungkook** (voice low, laced with guilt): “Okay, baby. I won’t tie you… but only if you listen to me. Will you do that? Will you be good?”

Y/N wipes at her tears with the back of her hand, her breath hitching. She nods slowly, her voice barely above a whisper.

**Y/N**: “I will… I’ll listen.”

Jungkook’s shoulders relax slightly, though the weight of her tears presses on him. He hates seeing her cry, hates the way her eyes, once bright with love, now shimmer with pain. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle but heavy with unspoken apologies. He pats her head, his fingers lingering in her hair, trying to soothe her.

**Jungkook** (softly, almost to himself): “No need to cry anymore, baby. I won’t tie you from now on. That’s what you want, right? No more chains.”

Y/N nods again, her voice small but clear, tinged with desperation.

**Y/N**: “Yes… please. It hurts. My legs feel sore because of the metal.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightens, his guilt deepening. He forces a smile, trying to reassure her, though it doesn’t reach his eyes.

**Jungkook**: “Okay, okay, baby. No more. You stay here, and I’m going to the office for a meeting. I’ll be back tonight, and we’ll have dinner together, yeah?”

Y/N nods silently, her eyes fixed on the bed, avoiding his gaze. Jungkook leans in, kissing her forehead again, his lips warm against her cold skin. His voice drops, raw with emotion.

**Jungkook**: “I love you, baby. I love you so much. I’m sorry I… behaved like this before. Be good to me, and I’ll be the best for you, I swear on my love.”

Y/N closes her eyes, her head spinning with conflicting emotions. Part of her clings to the Jungkook she fell in love with—the charming, gentle man who made her laugh, who promised her the world. But another part screams to run, to escape the suffocating control he’s wrapped around her life. For now, she knows resisting will only provoke him, and she’s too tired, too broken to fight. Listening to him, at least for tonight, feels like the safest path.

She doesn’t respond, her silence a shield. Jungkook pulls her into a tight hug, his arms enveloping her as if he could hold her together, keep her from slipping away. Her body is limp in his embrace, her breathing shallow. He helps her lie back against the pillows, tucking the blanket around her with care.

**Jungkook** (whispering, his voice tender): “Sleep, baby. You’ll feel better. I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

He lingers for a moment, watching her, his heart aching at the sight of her curled up, so small and fragile. Then he stands, his expression hardening as he shifts into the role he plays outside this room. He crosses to the walk-in closet, pulling out a tailored black suit, his movements swift and purposeful. As he buttons his shirt and adjusts his tie in the mirror, his mind is already on the meeting, oblivious to the storm brewing outside the mansion’s walls.

Y/N lies still, her eyes half-open, staring at the chandelier’s glittering crystals. Her heart races, torn between fear and a faint flicker of hope. If she can just hold on, play along, maybe she can escape this nightmare. For now, she closes her eyes, letting exhaustion pull her under, clinging to the thought that freedom might be closer than she thinks.

Jungkook glances back at her one last time, his expression softening before he grabs his phone and keys and heads for the door. The mansion’s silence swallows his footsteps as he leaves, unaware of the eyes watching from outside and the plan tightening around him like a noose.

To be continued ..