You Belongs to Me
Episode 1
SEOUL HIGH-RISE GALLERY - NIGHT
The Han River snakes below like a discarded silver ribbon. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass, Seoul glows with the frantic energy of ten million souls. Inside, the air tastes of expensive gin and unspoken debts.
KIM TAEHYUNG (25) stands near a marble pillar. His suit is a charcoal masterpiece, hugging a frame built for catwalks and boardrooms. He holds a crystal glass with the practiced ease of a man who owns the building. He is the image of controlled, wealthy perfection.
A sudden, sharp crash echoes from the foyer. A vase—Joseon dynasty, priceless—now exists as a thousand jagged teeth on the polished floor.
JEON JUNGKOOK (23) stands in the center of the wreckage. He wears a shredded denim jacket and a smirk that promises trouble. He tosses a stray shard of porcelain into the air and catches it, eyes locked onto Taehyung.
Kim Taehyung
Do excuse me. My shadow has arrived, and it appears to be breaking things again.
Taehyung moves through the crowd. People part like the Red Sea. He catches Jungkook by the collar of his jacket, dragging him toward the darkened balcony.
BALCONY
The wind howls at this height, tugging at Taehyung’s perfectly coiffed hair. Jungkook laughs, a bright, jagged sound that cuts through the hum of the city.
Jeon Jungkook
You’re late. I waited five minutes. That vase was the price of your tardiness.
Kim Taehyung
That vase was older than your entire family tree. Why are you here, Jungkook? We discussed the boundaries.
(Steps into Taehyung’s space)
Jeon Jungkook
I saw the photos from the charity gala. You let that heiress touch your arm. For three seconds. I timed it.
Kim Taehyung
It is called networking. Something you might understand if you stopped acting like a feral cat in a silk shop.
Jeon Jungkook
I don’t care about your networks. You’re mine. When we were six you always share your juice with me.
Kim Taehyung
That was twenty years ago. I have grown up. When are you going to start?
Jungkook reaches out, his thumb grazing the sharp line of Taehyung’s jaw. His touch feels like lightning and cold rain.
Jeon Jungkook
Never. Growth is boring. I would rather keep you on your toes.
Kim Taehyung
You keep me on the verge of a migraine.
Taehyung does not pull away. His hand finds Jungkook’s wrist, his grip firm, grounding the younger man’s chaotic energy. The anger in his eyes is a thin veil for something much older and deeper.
Jeon Jungkook
You love the migraine. It is the only time you actually feel alive in this glass box.
Kim Taehyung
Go home, Jungkook. Before I have the security team carry you out.
Jeon Jungkook
You won’t. You like watching me leave too much.
Jungkook leans in, whispering against Taehyung’s ear, his voice a low vibration.
Jeon Jungkook
I will be in your car. Do not make me break the windows.
Jungkook slips away, leaving the scent of leather and rebellion behind. Taehyung stares out at the neon veins of Seoul, his heart hammering a rhythm he refuses to acknowledge. He adjusts his cuffs, his hands trembling just enough to betray him.
Episode 2
GANGNAM BOULEVARD - NIGHT
Neon veins of sapphire and crimson pulse against the glass skin of the city. Rain has turned the asphalt into a dark mirror, reflecting the stuttering glare of traffic lights.
A black Genesis G90 glides through the sludge of late-night congestion. Inside, KIM TAEHYUNG sits in the backseat. His suit is a fortress of charcoal wool. He adjusts a silver cufflink, the metal cold against his wrist.
The low hum of the engine suddenly shatters.
A custom Ducati Scrambler, matte black and screaming with mechanical spite, swerves in front of the sedan. The bike skids to a sideways halt, blocking the lane.
The driver of the Genesis slams on the brakes. Taehyung jerks forward, his palm catching the leather of the front seat.
JEON JUNGKOOK kicks the kickstand down. He pulls off a carbon-fiber helmet, revealing hair dampened by sweat and humidity. He looks less like a lover and more like a storm front.
Taehyung rolls down the window. The smell of ozone and burnt rubber invades the sterilized air of the car.
Kim Taehyung
Move the bike, Jungkook. You are making a spectacle
Jungkook marches to the rear door. He rips it open and slides inside, bringing the chill of the night with him. The scent of leather and rebellion fills the cabin.
Jeon Jungkook
The spectacle started three hours ago. At the Lotte Gala
Kim Taehyung
I was working. Something you might understand if you ever traded that toy for a desk.
Jeon Jungkook
Working? Is that what we call it now? Holding hands with the heiress of the Shinil Group while the cameras flash?
Kim Taehyung
She stumbled. I caught her elbow. It is called physics, not a tryst
Jungkook leans in. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated. He looks like a predator that has caught a scent it doesn't like. He reaches out, his thumb dragging across Taehyung’s lower lip.
Jeon Jungkook
The photos say you were whispering. You had that look. The one where you pretend you don’t want to be touched while you’re leaning into the heat.
Kim Taehyung
Your imagination is a tiresome playwright. Get out. I have a briefing at six.
Jeon Jungkook
Tell the briefing to wait. Tell the world to wait. You belong to me, Tae. Not to the board of directors, and certainly not to some silk-wrapped socialite with a vacant stare.
Kim Taehyung
I Belong to myself. This possessive streak of yours is becoming a smudge on my reputation.
Jeon Jungkook
Your reputation is a cage. I’m the only one who lets you breathe, and you know it.
Taehyung turns his head, staring out at the blurred lights of a passing bus. His jaw tightens, the muscle twitching under the skin. He hates the way his lungs expand at the mere proximity of the younger man.
Kim Taehyung
You are a brat. A spoiled, volatile child who thinks the world stops because he’s had a bad dream.
Jeon Jungkook
Then why are your hands shaking?
Jungkook points to Taehyung’s lap. The older man’s fingers are laced together, knuckles white, trembling with a suppressed electricity.
Kim Taehyung
Adrenaline from your suicidal driving maneuvers. Nothing more
Jeon Jungkook
Liars get punished, Taehyung.
Jungkook lunges. He doesn't kiss him; he claims him. His teeth graze Taehyung’s jawline, a sharp reminder of his presence. Taehyung lets out a breath that sounds like a surrender, though his hands reach up to push Jungkook’s chest away. The fabric of Jungkook’s leather jacket is cold and slick.
Kim Taehyung
People are watching. The driver—
Jeon Jungkook
The driver is paid to see nothing. I’m here to see everything. Why did you smile at her?
Kim Taehyung
It was a polite grimace.
Jeon Jungkook
It looked like an invitation
Kim Taehyung
Then you should learn to read better
Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook pulls back just enough to lock eyes. His expression softens for a fraction of a second, the "cute" childhood sweetheart flickering behind the "naughty" rebel.
Jeon Jungkook
I Read you perfectly. You’re bored. You’re lonely in this glass box. You want me to cause a scene so you have an excuse to feel something other than profit margins.
Kim Taehyung
Your ego is truly your most remarkable trait.
Jeon Jungkook
And your denial is yours
Jungkook reaches into his pocket and pulls out a crumpled tabloid clipping. He drops it on the fine leather upholstery. The headline screams about a "New Power Couple." Taehyung doesn't look at it. He knows the photo. He knows how he looked stoic, untouchable, and utterly dead inside.
Kim Taehyung
Is this why you risked a multi-car pileup? Over a piece of cheap newsprint?
Jeon Jungkook
I’d burn the whole city down if it meant I didn’t have to share you with a rumor.
Kim Taehyung
Then start the fire elsewhere. I’m going home.
Jeon Jungkook
We’re going home. I’m not leaving you alone tonight to think about how "polite" you were to her.
Taehyung sighs. The sound is heavy, laden with the weight of years spent in this orbit of hate and obsession. He looks at the boy who grew up beside him, the one who turned into a beautiful, chaotic nightmare.
Kim Taehyung
(To the driver)
Drive. And put the bike in the trunk if it fits. If not, leave it for the scrap heap.
Jeon Jungkook
(Smirking)
It won't fit. And you won't leave it. You love that bike almost as much as you love me being a brat.
Kim Taehyung
I despise you.
Jeon Jungkook
I know. That’s why you’re still holding my hand.
Taehyung looks down. His fingers have found Jungkook’s, locking tight. The grip is bruising. The sedan pulls away, leaving the neon chaos of the street behind, heading into the shadows of the hills where the rumors can't reach them, but the resentment can.
Episode 3
The black sedan glides through the wrought-iron gates of the Kim estate, its tires whispering against the crushed limestone driveway. The headlights carve twin tunnels of white light through the humid Seoul night, illuminating the manicured hedges and the towering, minimalist architecture of the main house. Inside the car, the silence is heavy, thick with the residue of the night's chaos.
Taehyung’s grip on Jungkook’s hand remains iron-tight. His knuckles are white, the skin stretched thin over bone. He doesn't look at Jungkook. He stares straight ahead at the glass facade of the mansion, his jaw set in a hard, rigid line.
Jungkook leans into the touch, his thumb tracing the pulse point in Taehyung’s wrist. He breathes in the scent of Taehyung—expensive sandalwood, cold rain, and the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline. A small, triumphant smile tugs at the corner of Jungkook’s lips. He loves this version of Taehyung: the one who claims him with bruising force, the one whose composure fractures just enough to let the possessiveness leak through.
The car stops with a soft shudder. The chauffeur opens the door, but neither man moves for a long moment.
KIMS MANSION - BEDROOM - NIGHT
The bedroom is a cavern of charcoal grey and polished obsidian. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the Seoul skyline, a glittering carpet of neon jewels.
Taehyung slams the door shut. The sound echoes, sharp as a gunshot. He whirls around, his eyes dark, searching Jungkook’s face.
Jungkook doesn't flinch. He stands there, his oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, exposing the pale curve of his collarbone. He looks small, fragile, and entirely too smug.
Kim Taehyung
You almost got us killed tonight. Do you have any idea how reckless you are?
Jeon Jungkook
(Voice soft, teasing)
But you liked it. I saw how you looked at me when I stepped in front of them. You were terrified someone else might touch what belongs to you.
Taehyung lunges forward, grabbing Jungkook by the waist and pinning him against the heavy mahogany door. The impact makes a dull thud. Jungkook gasps, his back arching, his hands immediately flying up to clutch at Taehyung’s shoulders.
Kim Taehyung
You are a brat. A spoiled, impulsive, infuriating brat.
Jeon Jungkook
(Whining)
Then punish me, Tae. Tell me how much you hate me while you touch me.
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