Velvet Cage (Taekook/Vkook) Jungkook's Pov

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They call it obsession.

I call it clarity.

From the moment I laid eyes on him — standing at the front of that damn hallway in his designer jacket, laughing too loud with that Park Jimin idiot — I knew.

He didn’t belong to that world. He belonged to me.

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Six months ago

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Jeon Jungkook, right? The new kid?

The teacher smiled, gesturing me to a seat in the back of the elite Seoul International High.

I hated schools like this. Fake, shiny, gold-dipped cages. But I had my reasons for being here. And one of them… was sitting two rows ahead.

Kim. Taehyung.

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His laugh sounded like music, even when it was fake. His eyes sparkled, even when he was lying through his perfect teeth.

Everyone wanted a piece of him. They flirted, gifted, followed like sheep.

But no one saw him.

No one saw the loneliness in the curve of his smile.

The panic behind his confident eyes.

The ache of someone desperate to be adored, but terrified of being known.

I did.

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Kim Seokjin | Jungkook’s assistant

You’re sick,

Seokjin had told me once, tossing another envelope onto my desk.

Kim Seokjin | Jungkook’s assistant

You don’t even speak to him. Just letters?

Jeon Jungkook | ???

He doesn’t need my voice,

I said calmly.

Jeon Jungkook | ???

My words are inside him now.

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I watched him more than I should’ve. Through windows. Cameras. Shadows.

I memorized his schedule. His friends. His habits.

He drank strawberry milk at 4 PM.

He scratched behind his ear when nervous.

He had a scar near his left hip he tried to hide under designer belts.

Kim Namjoon | Jungkook’s BP

Why him?

Namjoon had asked once, glancing at Taehyung's profile in a photo.

Jeon Jungkook | ???

Because he’s breakable,

I answered.

Jeon Jungkook | ???

And I want to be the one who breaks him.

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The Night I Took Him

He looked so beautiful that night. Dark coat. Glossy lips. Innocent eyes.

I waited in that car like a lover on Valentine’s.

Heart racing. Palm sweating. Except this wasn’t love.

This was possession.

And when he stepped in—angry, confused, demanding—I almost laughed.

Because he didn’t know it yet… but he was already mine.

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He screamed later, cried, begged. They all do in the beginning.

Kim Taehyung | Student

Please, Jungkook... Let me go..

Hearing my name from his lips?

It was addicting. Like honey laced with poison.

Jeon Jungkook | ???

Why would I let go of the only thing that ever made me feel real?

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Present

He’s quiet now. Like a kitten after the storm. Still fierce in the eyes, but tired in the bones.

Good.

Jeon Jungkook | ???

You look thinner today,

I say as I kneel by his bed.

He flinches, like I might hit him.

I never do. I never hurt him... not with fists.

I hurt him with love.

The kind he can't run from.

Jeon Jungkook | ???

Eat, baby.

I slide the tray closer.

Jeon Jungkook | ???

Don't make me beg.

He doesn’t move. Just stares at the floor.

So I smile.

Jeon Jungkook | ???

That’s alright.You’ll come around. They all do.

But he’s not “they.”

He’s him.

And I’m not just going to own him. I’m going to rebuild him.

Piece by trembling piece.

Until one day, he won’t ask for freedom. He’ll ask for me.

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END OF CHAPTER FOUR.

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