Obsession | TAEKOOK FF

Chapter 41: Cliffside Farces and the Marupok Intervention

Author's Note:
OH MY ABSOLUTE GOODNESS, MY FLOWERS! 🚨 Switch on your absolute auxiliary life support systems right now because the Jeon Dynasty final boss just pulled the ultimate corporate ambush! 😭 Forcefully dressed by bodyguards, trapped on a cliff facing the sea, and Kookie was literally seconds away from a disastrous contract kiss with the leech Lisa! 💍⛓️

​But oh my gosh, that final voice echoing across the ocean?! Our boy Jungkook was ready to puke out of disgust, but salvation has officially entered the perimeter! Drop your most frantic, screaming comments below—who just crashed the royal wedding?! 🌸✨

​The Basement Asset and the Marupok King

​TaeTae’s POV

​THUD!! 💥

​Right on the final count of my mental timer, the powerful chemical sedation slammed into his brain like a freight train. The fake bitch’s eyes instantly rolled back into his skull, and his heavy, tanned model face dropped completely forward, slamming hard against the surface of the grand marble garden table, knocked out stone cold.

​I let out a heavy, dramatic sigh, standing up to look down at his paralyzed frame. "Haist... what an absolute, total waste of a gorgeous face."

​I had to honestly admit to my inner thoughts—the man’s physical proportions were honestly kinda hot, and his tanned, muscular aesthetic was highly my specific visual type. I let out a defeated shrug, poking his massive, useless arm with the tip of my designer shoe. Sigh... he really possessed a big load down there too, shocks! I am so incredibly sorry to my man Kookie's memory, but your huswife is a visual appreciator! 😭 I cleared my throat, snapping back into elite mode.
​Snapping my fingers sharply, I summoned my elite family bodyguards to the patio. "Tie this deceptive bitch up securely inside the deepest corner of the mansion basement immediately," I commanded strictly. "Do not let his asset leave the perimeter until I personally conduct the interrogation."

​The guards aggressively dragged his heavy body away, leaving me alone in the garden. As I finally neutralized that threat, a sudden wave of panic hit my chest. Oh my gosh... in the middle of entertaining that fake bitch, I completely forgot to call my Kookie! What on earth was currently happening to my deeply jealous, pouty billionaire man? Damn it, I had literally just engaged in a massive romantic quarrel with his circle earlier in the parking lot all because of that fraudulent Top!

​Arggg! I intensely want to completely crumple that fake bitch until he begs for his life on the floor! But my eyes rolled to the heavens as a soft pout left my lips. But I genuinely can't... his aesthetic is simply too hot to be crumpled. Shocks... what an absolute, total frail, marupok queen I am being right now! 💅😂🤷‍♂️

​The Cliffside Ambush

​At the Jeon Mansion

​JK’s POV

​That dramatic TaeTae... his circle hasn't even bothered to place a single digital voice call to my line after I aggressively left his asset in the parking lot. Is that towering stranger Top truly that deeply important to his soul?! Argggg! I intensely desire to launch a heavy corporate punch straight into that Top's handsome face so hard his jaw shatters! 🌋🔥🥊

​"Master Kook, here your asset is!" Nanny’s frantic voice suddenly broke through my aggressive inner monologue. "Your biological mother is actively looking for your presence right now. She is currently waiting at the pavilion garden for your immediate arrival."

​Biting my tongue, I rushed down the hallways toward the pavilion. But the exact microsecond my boots approached the green perimeter, the heavy murmuring of multiple elite voices drifted through the wind. I stepped through the ivy archway, and my vision instantly froze. Sitting comfortably around the luxury glass table was my mother Devorah, the toxic brat Lisa, and her calculating patriarch, Mr. Yuri.
​My boots felt as if they were suddenly nailed directly into the concrete floor, my two feet becoming so monstrously heavy I was entirely incapable of stepping forward. My logical mind instantly calculated where this high-society conversation was going to lead, and every single fiber of my being utterly rejected it.