jeon jungkook, a multinational billionaire and psycho mafia king who doesn't know the meaning of mercy. Always kill his victim in the most cruellest and brutal way. Have no one in his life. Want someone who gave him at least a little bit of affectio...
jungkook is sitting in an alone bright room silently and staring intensely at something without uttering anything. A single couch was placed in the centre of the room, where he was sitting man spreading his legs widely gazing darkly at the huge wall size portrait of taehyung, which was hanging in the centre of black wall. The whole room is filled with taehyung's pictures and painting . There is not any single place on the wall of the room where taehyung pics are not attached.
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Every picture was placed with utterly deep devotion and care like it's the person itself. Jungkook was just sitting and staring intensely with madness dripping from his midnight dark orbs. No one was allowed from his mansion to enter this room. This room is forbidden for everyone because his taehyung lives here. His obsession for taehyung was displayed here madly.
This is where he caged his obsession, the obsession in which only he has rights. He suddenly stood up and walked to the big majesty picture of taehyung to which he was gawking at the from the last some hours like a mad psycho lover he is.
The mafia king stands right in front of his taehyung's pic and just stares at him crazily. He raised his hands slowly and traced his face with his rough, big calloused hands and madly roam eyes all around on the beautiful portrait.
He traces his fingers from his eyes to his bread pinkish cheeks and then makes his way to his nose bridge and traces a line to his cute nose mole and booped with his finger and chuckled huskily to himself and finally his hungry obsessed orbs stopped at those beautiful rosette lips- his another obsession.
"Angel, only mine angel. All fucking mine." He whispers possessively with intense glint creeping up in his eyes.
"You don't know what you are doing to my heart, angel. Just when the I saw you from the first time, I just forgot to breathe, and from that very fucking moment i knew that you are only made for me - just for me. Only I have right on you. On your that beautiful smile -" He crazily mumbled out while tracing his fingers on taehyung's lips and then biting his own lips in anticipation. "You're that beautiful deep blue oceanic eyes, in your whole being, your body, your soul, and in your existence. That's all is just for me - only for me . No body can snatch you from me, and if they did__ "A sudden evil smirk formed on his pierced lips, and he titled his head psychotically still gazing darkly at taehyung's portrait.
"Then I will kill them in wrost way. They even regret being born. I can go to any length to make you mine. Only you can tame this beast. This devil is on his knees but just for his angel. " Jungkook whispered maniacly while caressing those pink lips like he would eat them right now even through the picture.
He just needs to do everything very quickly because now he can't even stay away from his angel for a second. All he just needs quickly by his side soon.
Today is Sunday, so he is here in this obsession room, spending time with taehyung portraits and talking with them like a mad person as if taehyung was listening to him.
