Polar Night (Completed).

Excerpt.

This book contains mature content, violence, blood, murder, and obsessive behavior, things you would expect from a yandere mafia story.
The age of consent in Italy is 14 - 18 years old, arbitrary case by case.
No sex scene with underage in this story.
Do not interact if you are under eighteen years old, or if the above topics are not for you.

I do not own 'Kim Taehyung' profile nor the character in my story portrays the artist in person. This is pure fiction and in no way I condone this kind of behaviour in real life.

This is a reader insert story. Y/N stands for 'Your Name', and L/N means 'your last name'.

The night had melted close to the witching hour, too tardy over his usual bedtime, especially for indulging himself with a glass of his favorite B52 shot, the third one in the span of just two hours, no less.

Two shots he already downed before he had that woman between his leg, to help him hiked up his unusually poor appetite. Another shot he had while having her on her knees, when the remnant of vodka from her tongue smearing the trail along his length, but it failed to bring him the absolute fulfillment, no matter how she tried her best to satisfy him like before.

Hence he asked her to stop, and fucked her into double orgasms after that, nevermind his own pleasure. It was more like to distract himself from the fervor in his haywired mind.

The moving hands of the clock on the wall indicated twenty minutes before twelve, only a few minutes more, it felt like forever to him.
Just like a watched pot that never boil, the passing minutes were like prolonged, testing his patience.

The woman on the bed stirred to the side, pulling down the quilt a little and exposing her naked breasts under the dim glow of bedside lamp.
Staring at her, it was laughable, really, the idea of someone like him, with money and looks in his repertory, but he had to satisfy himself with women that could only satiate his lust, but not his heart.

He didn't know yet how it felt like to have his heart worked in sync with his desire, but he swore he would. Soon.

Another passing five minutes, he walked out to the terrace outside the bedroom, closing the heavy glass door behind him. The sound of cricket chirping and the tranquil sound from the streaming water of the fountain next to the pond, he gazed at the moon on the sky.
The weather was freezing, yet he didn't feel it, not when his heart beat so fast anticipating the coming new day.

The endless days he had spent to wait for the moment were excruciating for him.
But again, all the good things came to those who wait, it was what his mother always taught him.

The image of your face was what motivated him all this time, kept the fire burning inside him, no matter how much suffering he felt to not be able to touch you.
But it would soon change for the better.

Only five minutes to twelve, he tightened the lapel of his nightrobe, holding another shot in his hand.

He had thought about things he would do once that day came, but now that it finally arrived, the giddiness scattered in his thought and he couldn't contain the feeling of excitement mixed with a bit of fear.

Maybe he shouldn't have hid from you. Things would probably be easier had he incorporated himself in your life earlier.

He exhaled a long breath, knowing it was just a wishful thinking.
It would be highly improper, and he wasn't sure he could contain himself with the awareness he could very much reach to you given the chance.

No, it was all for the best.

There was a ping from the alarm on his watch, indicating the time had reached 12.00 midnight.

Lifting up his shot, Taehyung smiled to himself, the wait had finally over.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N."