OFFICE ROMANCE

Jungkook~013

I tugged her in the blanket, she looked peaceful while sleeping. I caressed her hair before taking out a healing cream from her drawer. I put it on her lips and neck.

Fucker had dared to hurt her physically.

I had never seen her panic about something or fear someone before.

When I barged inside her room, she was so vulnerable, scared and traumatized. Her teary eyes and shivering body spoke it all.

I would rather have her comment on my dick than see her this vulnerable and scared for some bastard.

She wasn't supposed to fear anyone but me....

My soul shuddered at the way she looked so traumatized and frightened. My hand almost shot his head yet I didn't.

The shot in his hand had traumatized Emma so much, that I didn't want to imagine the devastation that might have happened had I killed him then and there.

I had never panicked like this before but when I heard her voice from the other side of the phone, I was near to getting heart failure. My mind couldn't stop but imagine all sorts of negative images, of her being hurt, injured or worse dead.

It was so difficult to even drive when my hands shivered at her screams and begs.

I walked out of her room after checking her for the last time.

"I want to take care of the bastard myself!" I told the senior police officer I was friends with.

"That's not possible! He is a dangerous criminal! The law will punish him, don't worry!" he said and I shook my head.

No fucking way. He touched her, kissed her, hurt her skin and even tugged her hair. On top of that, he scared my fierce girl.

"I will kill him!" I told him. "I will give you whatever money you want, for now, I want him in any fucking way! He is not getting his punishment from anyone except me!" I said firmly.

Emma had a panic attack earlier and I wanted to prioritise her over that fucker but that didn't mean I would let him go.

"Jungkook, you can't do that! It's illegal!"

"I don't fucking care!" I really didn't, even if it sent me behind bars, though I knew I was smart enough to save myself.

"You have never had blood over your hands before, don't do it now!" he suggested.

Blood over my hands for Emma sounded better and less menacing.

"I want him in my penthouse basement by tonight or else I may send out your misconducts to your head! Am I clear?" I asked and he sighed.

"Okay!" he nodded unwillingly.

Fucker was not leaving the world without having his ribs torn apart, limbs broken, skull shattered into dust, fingers crushed, lips burnt and eyes poked out, all at once.

Was that humanly possible? I didn't fucking care! If it wasn't, I was going to make it possible.

"Good! You can go now!" I ordered and he went out.

My eyes stared at the boxes and luggage. Maybe she was leaving from here.

Leaning against the wall of redhead's room, I stared at her. This was the only time that she was silent, calm and peaceful, the other times she was rather the otherwise. Moreover, if she were in her senses, she wouldn't let me examine her like this and might tease me over this unhealthy obsession. Framing me as a creep, that I actually was for her.