Fake Love (Mafia au)

Chapter 26: Obsession

Taehyung's POV

I was fuming, possibly, the most angry I'd ever been in my life. I hated the fuckers who had done this to her, all in my basement drugged sky high. I loathed them with every fiber of my being to the point where a single death would not be enough. I wanted to torture them, kill them, bring them back to life over and over again till they begged me to send them to hell instead. 

The screaming would let me know when they were awake, and I wanted to hear it, I craved to hear it. Loud and clear.

Shaking with a rage like no other, my fists and jaw clenched, I flew down the hallway to get to her. She had this way of calming me down, and I couldn't understand how or why, but really, I didn't need to. My strides were long as my feet harshly pounded down, further portraying my sheer anger. 

It had been twenty minutes since we got home, thirteen since we'd gotten Nari all rested and safe, and seven since I'd seen her. And apparently, seven minutes was too long without seeing her since I once again needed to see her.

I whipped open the door.

And there she was, sleeping peacefully as an angel snuggled up against the pillow she clutched. Her presence was a drug to me, something I craved and made me feel things, as well as keeping me calm. She looked like an angel, my precious angel. My love, my everything, my obsession.

I took a strand of her hair and ran my fingers through the softness, cherishing her. I didn't know when it had even started, but I wasn't the same since Nari had come back into my life. She was just so precious, worth more than my entire fortune that I would certainly give up for her. 

"Oh, Nari," I whispered, crouching before the side of her bed and taking one of her hands in mine. "I'll kill them for you, all of them will be dead by tomorrow. They'll suffer for hurting you, they'll beg for their deaths and cry in anguish as I force them to recall all the things they've done to you," I hissed, running my lips up and down her hand, feeling how soft they were.

I growled with the feeling of her hand in mine, the smoothness. I wanted to feel her up close to me, I needed to have all of her, it just wasn't filling my desires. I needed more than just her presence. "Not enough," I gritted out without meaning to.

I needed more.

Seeing her wasn't enough, I needed to feel her, to be near her. I needed to touch the depths of her very soul to satisfy my craving for her. I needed to clutch the very thing that made me need her, to hold it as close I could and never let it go. I heaved a deep breath as I became intoxicated by the one thing that made me so sane I turned insane just be having her near me.

Before I could stop myself, I was on the bed with her, holding her back with my palm pressing her as close as I could against my chest. My other hand somehow got to her head, clutching it below so my chin sat atop the crown of it. Her warmth made me realize heaven was indeed on earth, and that not having her was hell. 

I wanted to claim her soul and keep it so close to me that I could always be reassured she hadn't gone anywhere, that she wasn't going anywhere. The horrible thought of her possibly leaving just made me turn.....feral. I'd destroy the world and everyone in it, innocence never mattered, if it meant that I could have Nari by my side. She was someone so strong, so unnaturally born to lead that it seemed God gave her these gifts to compliment my own as if He knew that we belonged together. Or maybe the devil, knowing we were a match made in hell that would cause all the chaos we desired to fill the darkness of our hearts. 

Either way, she was made for me.

And I was made for her. 

"Taehyung," Jimin's muffled voice came through the closed door.