Inside bar - Night

The bar is dimly lit, with a warm, inviting glow. The sound of jazz music mingles with the murmur of conversations and the clinking of glasses. It's a busy nght, and the bar is filled with a mix of regular patrons and new faces. Taehyung, a young bartender with a kind but weary expression, is wiping down the counter, moving with practiced ease.

TAEHYUNG: (muttering to himself) Another long night...

He glances around the room, his eyes catching on a group of rowdy customers in the corner. He sighs, knowing trouble is brewing. As he turns back to the counter, the door swings open, and a cold breeze sweeps in.

Jungkook, a sharply dressed man with an aura of authority, steps inside. He pauses, scanning the room with a calculating gaze before heading to a secluded corner table. He sits down, his eyes lingering on Taehyung for a moment before he signals for a drink.

Jungkook's presence is magnetic; people notice him, but they also instinctively keep their distance.

Taehyung approaches, setting a glass of whiskey on Jungkook's table.

TAEHYUNG: (politely) Anything else I can get for you?

JUNGKOOK: (smiling slightly) No, this will do.

Taehyung nods and returns to the bar. As he does, a DRUNK MAN stumbles up to the counter, leaning in too close for comfort.

DRUNK MAN: (slurring aggressively)

Hey, pretty boy! Another drink, now! And make it a double!

Taehyung tenses visibly but maintains a calm exterior. He sets down the glass he was cleaning and turns to face the drunk man.

TAEHYUNG: (calmly, but with a slight tremor in his voice)

I'm sorry, sir, but I think you've had enough for tonight. How about some water instead?

The drunk man's face contorts with anger, his bloodshot eyes narrowing dangerously. In a sudden burst of movement, he lunges forward, grabbing Taehyung's collar and yanking him halfway across the bar.

DRUNK MAN: (shouting, spittle flying)

Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me when I've had enough? You little shit!

Taehyung's eyes widen in fear, his hands instinctively coming up to try and loosen the man's grip. The other patrons watch in stunned silence, some edging away from the confrontation.

In his corner, Jungkook's eyes narrow, a cold fury settling over his features. He sets down his glass with deliberate slowness and signals to his men with a slight nod.

JUNGKOOK: (voice low and dangerous)

Deal with him. Now.

Two burly men in dark suits materialize from the shadows, moving with surprising grace for their size. They approach the drunk man from behind, their faces impassive.

BODYGUARD 1: (firmly) Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to let go of the bartender and leave the premises.

The drunk man whirls around, momentarily releasing Taehyung who stumbles back, gasping for air.

DRUNK MAN: (belligerently)

And who the fuck are you? This ain't your business!

Without another word, the bodyguards efficiently restrain the drunk man, one on each arm. Despite his struggles and curses, they easily overpower him and start dragging him towards the exit.

DRUNK MAN: (shouting as he's removed)

You can't do this! I'll be back, you hear me? I'll fucking sue!

The bar falls silent for a moment, the tension hanging in the air.

Taehyung straightens his shirt, his hands shaking slightly. He looks over at Jungkook, who meets his gaze calmly.

TAEHYUNG: (softly, with a nod) Thank you.

JUNGKOOK: (nodding, emotionless) Don't mention it.

Taehyung returns to his work, his mind preoccupied. He feels a mix of gratitude and unease. He knows who Jungkook is-a powerful figure, one not to be crossed. But why would someone like Jungkook bother to help him?

Outside the Bar - Night

The night air is cool and crisp. The street outside the bar is quiet, with only a few people passing by. Taehyung steps outside to take a breather. He leans against the wall, his thoughts still on the incident inside. Suddenly, the door opens behind him, and Jungkook steps out, lighting a cigarette.

JUNGKOOK: (casually) Rough night?

TAEHYUNG: (surprised, but trying to play it cool) You could say that.

Jungkook takes a drag from his cigarette, studying Taehyung.

JUNGKOOK: (nonchalantly) You should be more careful.

TAEHYUNG: (defensively) I can handle myself.

JUNGKOOK: (smirking) I can see that. Still, it's good to have friends in high places.

Taehyung shifts uncomfortably, unsure of Jungkook's intentions.

TAEHYUNG: (cautiously) Why did you help me?

JUNGKOOK: (shrugging) Maybe I like this bar. Or maybe I don't like seeing pretty faces get roughed up. Take your pick.

Taehyung doesn't respond, unsure how to read Jungkook. He feels both drawn to and wary of the man in front of him.

JUNGKOOK: (taking another drag, his voice turning serious) You're too soft for this world, Taehyung. Sooner or later, someone's going to break you. Better to have someone like me on your side.

TAEHYUNG: (firmly) I don't need saving.

Jungkook chuckles, flicking the ash from his cigarette.

JUNGKOOK: (softly) Everyone needs saving, Taehyung. Whether they admit it or not.

Jungkook turns and walks away, leaving Taehyung standing there, a mixture of confusion and curiosity on his face. Taehyung watches him go, feeling a strange pull toward Jungkook. There's something about him that's both dangerous and alluring.

TAEHYUNG: (to himself, quietly) What are you after, Jungkook?

Inside- Taehyung's Apartment - Late Night

Taehyung's apartment is small and modest, reflecting his simple lifestyle. He sits on the edge of his bed, deep in thought. His phone buzzes on the nightstand, and he picks it up to see a message from his mother: "Just checking in. Hope you're safe."

Taehyung smiles sadly, typing a quick reply: "I'm fine, Mom. Don't worry about me."

He sets the phone down, staring at the ceiling. His thoughts drift back to Jungkook and the events of the night. He feels a mix of gratitude, confusion, and a nagging sense of vulnerability. He doesn't know what to make of Jungkook's words, but he can't shake the feeling that his life is about to change.

After few days

SEOUL STREETS - DAY

The bustling streets of Seoul are alive with the energy of a city in constant motion. Crowds surge along the sidewalks, a sea of faces all hurrying to their destinations. Amidst this chaos, TAEHYUNG walks alone, his shoulders hunched and his gaze fixed on the ground. He looks out of place in the vibrant crowd, a solitary figure weighed down by invisible burdens.

As Taehyung turns down a less crowded side street, the atmosphere shifts. The cheerful noise of the main thoroughfare fades, replaced by an ominous silence. Suddenly, a group of men materialize from the shadows of nearby buildings. Their expressions are hard, their intentions clearly malicious.

THUG 1: (menacingly, stepping into Taehyung's path)

Well, well. Look who we have here. Time to pay up, pretty boy.

Taehyung freezes, his eyes widening in fear as he realizes he's surrounded. His gaze darts around, searching for an escape route, but finding none.

TAEHYUNG: (voice trembling)

Please... I-I don't have the money yet. I just need more time-

THUG 2: (cutting him off)

Time's up. The boss isn't feeling patient anymore.

Without warning, two of the men grab Taehyung's arms, their grips bruisingly tight. They start dragging him towards a dark alley, Taehyung's feet scrabbling against the pavement as he tries to resist.

TAEHYUNG: (panicking)

No! Let me go!

His cries echo off the buildings, but the few passersby quicken their steps, averting their eyes from the scene. Just as hope seems lost, a sleek black car screeches to a halt at the entrance of the alley. JUNGKOOK steps out, his presence immediately commanding attention.

JUNGKOOK: (voice ringing with authority)

Let. Him. Go. Now.

The thugs hesitate, clearly recognizing Jungkook. Their grips on Taehyung loosen slightly.

THUG 1:(nervously)

Mr. Jeon... This doesn't concern you. We're just collecting a debt-

JUNGKOOK: (cutting him off, voice dangerously low)

Everything in this city concerns me. I won't repeat myself.

With a snap of Jungkook's fingers, his own men emerge from the car. They move with practiced efficiency, quickly subduing the debt collectors. In the chaos, Taehyung slumps to the ground, his legs giving out as the adrenaline fades.

Jungkook approaches Taehyung, his face a mask of concern as he kneels beside the shaken young man.

JUNGKOOK:(softly)

Are you alright?

Taehyung looks up, his eyes meeting Jungkook's. There's gratitude there, but also confusion and a hint of fear.

TAEHYUNG: (voice barely above a whisper)

Thank you... again. But why? Why do you keep helping me?

Jungkook's expression softens for a moment, a flicker of an emotion Taehyung can't quite name passing across his face.

JUNGKOOK: (hesitating before speaking)

Why do you keep getting into trouble? This isn't the first time, is it?

Taehyung's face crumples, the weight of his burdens finally becoming too much to bear. Tears begin to stream down his face as he breaks down.

TAEHYUNG: (through sobs)

They're debt collectors. My father... he ran off with money he owed to some dangerous people. Now they're coming after me. I'm trying to pay them back, I swear I am, but... (his voice cracks) my mother's in the hospital. The bills keep piling up, and I can't... I can't do this anymore.

Jungkook listens, his face a mixture of sympathy and something darker, more calculating. He reaches out, awkwardly patting Taehyung's back in an attempt at comfort.

JUNGKOOK: (softly, almost to himself)

You don't need to be out here struggling like this.

As Taehyung continues to cry, Jungkook's mind races. He feels an unfamiliar pull towards this beautiful, broken young man - a desire to possess, to protect, to control.

After few days

INSIDE - JUNGKOOK'S MANSION - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

The living room is a blend of dark, sophisticated tones and plush, luxurious furniture. The lighting is subdued, casting long shadows that accentuate the grandeur of the room. Expensive artworks hang on the walls, and a large window reveals a view of the city skyline.

Jungkook sitting in a large leather armchair. He is dressed in a tailored suit, but his appearance is slightly disheveled, as if he’s been lost in thought for too long. His fingers trace the rim of a glass of whiskey, which he swirls absentmindedly.

JUNGKOOK: (muttering to himself):

What is it about him? I’ve never been this... affected.

The whiskey glides in the glass as Jungkook’s hand shakes slightly. His eyes are fixed on the amber liquid, but his mind is clearly elsewhere.

JUNGKOOK (frustrated):

I can’t stop thinking about him. Why is he getting under my skin like this?

Jungkook leans back, rubbing his temples in frustration. He takes a deep breath, his eyes narrowing as he tries to collect his thoughts.

JUNGKOOK (thinking aloud):

He’s nothing but a bartender. But there’s something... different about him.

FLASHBACK: Quick flashes of Taehyung’s face, his tired eyes, and his resilient but broken demeanor. The flashes are accompanied by the sounds of Taehyung’s distressed pleas and the harsh words from the debt collectors.

JUNGKOOK (softly, almost to himself):

I’ve never felt like this before. Not like this... obsession.

Jungkook’s face hardens as he wrestles with his emotions. He stands up abruptly, pacing across the room. His movements are sharp and deliberate, reflecting his inner turmoil.

JUNGKOOK: (into call to his man)

Bring him here. I want to talk to him.

Taehyung is escorted into the room by one of Jungkook's men. He looks around, overwhelmed by the luxury.

TAEHYUNG:

(hesitantly)

You... you wanted to see me?

Jungkook stands, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's face. He approaches slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

JUNGKOOK:

(voice low and intense)

Taehyung. I've been thinking about your... situation. I have a proposition for you.

Taehyung swallows hard, a mixture of hope and fear in his eyes.

TAEHYUNG:

(cautiously)

What kind of proposition?

JUNGKOOK;

(firmly)

I'll pay off all your debts. Every last cent. I'll cover your mother's medical bills, ensure she gets the best care possible. I'll make sure you never have to worry about money again.

Taehyung's eyes widen in disbelief. For a moment, hope blazes in his expression, but it's quickly tempered by suspicion.

TAEHYUNG:

(warily)

And what would you want in return?

Jungkook steps closer, invading Taehyung's personal space. His hand comes up to cup Taehyung's cheek, the touch both gentle and possessive.

JUNGKOOK:

(softly, but with an undercurrent of steel)

You. Your body, your time, your loyalty. You'll belong to me, Taehyung. Completely.

Taehyung jerks back as if burned, his face a mask of shock and anger.

TAEHYUNG:

(voice rising)

What? No! I'm not for sale! I won't be part of your world, your... your criminal empire!

Jungkook's expression hardens, his eyes growing cold.

JUNGKOOK:

(coolly)

Think about it, Taehyung. If you refuse, the collectors won't stop. They'll come after you, after your mother. You'll end up worse off than you are now.

TAEHYUNG:

(defiantly, but with a tremor in his voice)

I won't be your property. I'll find another way.

JUNGKOOK:

(with a hint of dark amusement)

Will you? And how many more beatings will you take before you realize there is no other way?

Taehyung falters, the weight of his situation crashing down on him. Tears begin to well in his eyes.

TAEHYUNG:

(brokenly)

Please... there has to be another way. I can't... I can't do this.

Jungkook's expression softens slightly. He reaches out again, this time gently wiping away a tear from Taehyung's cheek.

JUNGKOOK:

(softly)

I can protect you, Taehyung. I can give you a life you've never dreamed of. All you have to do is say yes.

TAEHYUNG (with resolve but breaking down):

I refuse to be part of your world.

Jungkook’s face shows a flicker of sadness and determination. He looks at Taehyung, who is visibly distressed, his resolve wavering.

JUNGKOOK (after a pause, softly):

Think it over. You know where to find me if you change your mind.

Taehyung’s eyes are filled with tears as he turns to leave. Jungkook’s gaze follows him, a mix of regret and longing evident in his expression.