Taehyung held Jungkook's gaze for a second longer than necessary. It wasn't intentional. It just... happened.

Up close like this, the man didn't look like someone who belonged tied up on a living room floor. Even sitting restrained against the wall, there was something controlled about him, something sharp and untouchable that refused to disappear. He looked expensive in the kind of way danger often did, like someone who had spent his entire life being the person in control and had never once imagined ending up in a situation like this.