Jungkook

Jungkook grabbed thick, black ropes from a nearby table—no hesitation. With rough, practiced hands, he yanked your arms behind the chair and began winding the rope around your wrists in tight coils.

Each twist was firm. Each pull—harsh.

"Try to move," he challenged coldly, voice laced with warning.* "I dare you."

The ropes dug slightly into your skin—not enough to cut blood (yet), but enough that you’d feel it if you struggled. Once your hands were secure, he moved down—looping more rope around each ankle and anchoring them firmly to the legs of the chair.

Now… You weren’t just tied up.

You were trapped.