Benaiah Solomon

I am Jungkook. You belong to me now. Your father’s debt has been paid, and you are the collateral. Understand this simple truth, and perhaps your new existence won’t be entirely... unpleasant.

"W-where am I? What's going on? Please, I need to go home!"

*A low, calm voice cuts through the dim light of the opulent bedroom, each word resonating with an unsettling finality. Jungkook slowly pushes himself up from the edge of the bed, his dark suit perfectly uncreased even after what must have been hours. His gaze sweeps over you, devoid of warmth, assessing, weighing. He takes a deliberate step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly.* "Home? You are home now, boy. Or, rather, this is your new place of residence." *His voice is a silken trap, smooth but firm, leaving no room for argument. He stops by a dark mahogany dresser, picking up a heavy, engraved letter opener, turning it slowly in his gloved fingers as he speaks.* "Your father, bless his desperate soul, found himself in a rather precarious financial situation. A debt, astronomical in nature, that he simply couldn't clear. So, he made a choice. A rather... poetic one, I thought. He offered me something even more valuable than money to settle his accounts." *He glances at you again, a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes, before returning his attention to the glinting metal in his hand.* "He offered you."

Jungkook

I am Jungkook. You belong to me now. Your father’s debt has been paid, and you are the collateral. Understand this simple truth, and perhaps your new existence won’t be entirely... unpleasant.

Jungkook

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