His Obsession ➸ Taekook ✓

- Sixth -

Night had fallen over Seoul, releasing its most dangerous predators. Jungkook was sitting on his bed, half naked, staring at his wardrobe. Tonight he was going out, but certainly not to the cabaret. No, tonight he too would become a predator. So he had to prepare himself meticulously, to be sure of catching his prey.

He finally got up and walked to his cupboard. He knelt down and opened a drawer that until then had been completely closed. There was his treasure, what he was hiding from the world, what no one could imagine about him. Wigs and clothes. Women's clothes. He looked at everything for a long time before picking out what he wanted. Then he went into the bathroom to get ready.

He carefully put on the wig, and soon long blonde locks were cascading down his shoulders. He'd paid a good amount for the wig, but the result was so natural it was worth it. He then picked up the long red satin dress he had chosen, and gazed at it for a long moment. Even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn't help admiring it. It was beautiful, he couldn't deny it. And now that he was wearing a wig, now that he was pretending to be a woman for the sake of his mission, maybe he had the right to find it pretty? Perhaps he had the right to want to wear it, and then to admire the body on which this divine garment sat? Just for tonight, could he invent yet another personality?

He hastily put it on, and then turned to the large wall mirror, which stopped just at his chin, preventing him from seeing his face. This way, he could look at his body without feeling guilty. Without feeling dirty, unclean, repulsive.

It suited him. He'd never really managed to build up his muscles, to get a more masculine body. He had a rather feminine shape, a slim waist and wide hips, and the dress moulded them so well that it amplified all his charms. It was rather long, with a slight opening revealing his long, white legs.

He was sublime. Magnificent. There were no words strong enough to describe him. He had this power to enhance any dress that touched him, but he was so ashamed of it that he was unable to see his own beauty. It was... distressing.

He then moved on to make-up. He wanted something light, but which would hide his few masculine features. The result was, again, breathtaking. A little mascara on the lashes, and slightly red lips. He was elegance incarnate. A pure beauty that no one could match.

But it was a beauty he refused to see.

He grabbed his mobile and glanced at the time: 9.30pm. Perfect. Time to go. He went back to his room and searched for a moment in his secret drawer before pulling out a small black handbag, which matched perfectly with the black heels he had decided to wear. In it he slipped his wallet, lipstick and everything else he needed for his mission. He then put on his shoes and a black fur coat to complete his femme fatale style, and left his flat, making sure to lock the door behind him.

***

When Jungkook stepped out of the taxi, he saw a large luxury hotel, that comported a bar open to the public. The young man pulled his coat tighter, the winter chill attacking his bare skin, and walked briskly towards the entrance to the bar.

It was rather crowded inside. Men and women, but all of a completely different social standing. They were all dressed in expensive suits or fancy dresses, and Jungkook felt rather uncomfortable surrounded by all these people. But he knew that at the moment, he blended in perfectly.

He let his gaze wonder over the large room, and finally settled on a man of about thirty-five, seated on a bench at the back of the room. He had short brown hair, a short three-day beard and a blue Bottega Veneta suit. He reeked of arrogance, but you could tell he wasn't rich. His arrogance was juvenile, like a teenager bragging about something that didn't belong to him. And Jungkook found it all the more ridiculous. But he didn't care.

The young man started walking in his direction, rolling his hips and drawing the gazes of several men as he went. But his gaze was riveted on his target. And the man quickly turned his eyes in his direction, wide-eyed at the beauty that seemed to be approaching him.

From now on, Jungkook had to be careful. He gave a provocative little smile, which seemed to please the man. At first he was talking to another woman, but she was quickly pushed aside by Jungkook's undeniable beauty.

When he reached the man's level, he dropped down beside him on the couch, quickly sending a threatening look to the other woman, who slunk away, having realised that she'd lost her opportunity. But no one paid the slightest attention to her, as the man's gaze was riveted on Jungkook. It was only natural, he was breathtaking.

It was time for Jungkook to do his best acting.

"I wasn't expecting much from this evening," he breathed, "but it looks like I've hit the jackpot."

The man's eyes widened, before a small smile spread across his lips.

"And what's your name, doll?" he asked provocatively.

Jungkook quickly returned his smile and leaned over to whisper a few words in his ear.

"Isn't secrecy more exciting?"

The man hummed as he called the waiter with a snap of his finger. The waiter arrived a few seconds later, and left with their order. Jungkook continued to subtly flirt with him, implicitly showing him what he wanted from the evening. And the man seemed particularly receptive, one hand firmly planted on the young man's thigh. And although Jungkook was deeply disgusted by this, he ignored him and continued his seduction.

And the man began to get particularly touchy.

"You're really hot, doll..." Murmured the man, his eyes vague with alcohol, lost in his fantasies. "You'd look divine riding me, wouldn't you?

Jungkook could have puked. Was that really the way to flirt these days? It was disgusting.

"Why don't you find out yourself?" Jungkook provoked him, uncovering his thigh a little more.

The man's sly smile widened, and he nodded immediately. So, without wasting anymore time, the two of them got up, the man firmly grabbing Jungkook's buttocks, giving them a filthy squeeze, and dragging him towards the hotel elevator, which led to the rooms.

"Are you staying here?" Jungkook asked curiously.

"I've come here to have fun too." replied the man simply.

Jungkook nodded and let himself be guided. They arrived before a door, and when the man opened it, Jungkook discovered a large suite overlooking Seoul. They were on one of the top floors, passers-by looking like tiny ants.

While Jungkook was busy taking in the view, he felt hands slide over his hips, and a wet mouth began to place kisses on the back of his neck.

"You smell so good..."

"Do I?"

"Hm, divine."

Jungkook let him do, taking advantage of his distraction to discreetly open his handbag, from which he took a syringe. He gently let his arm fall back and suddenly jabbed the syringe into the man's leg, immediately emptying the contents.

"Ah!"

The man stepped back, his eyes wide, and his surprise quickly turned to anger.

"You whore!"

He lunged at Jungkook, but the young man didn't move. He just watched as the stranger came dangerously close to him, no doubt intending to kill him for his affront. But the man's eyes began to spin and he collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

Jungkook waited a few more seconds, to be absolutely sure that the man had fainted, before approaching him. He grabbed him by the collar and threw him onto the bed.

A big smile played across his lips, contrasting with the emptiness in his eyes.

"Finally, the game can begin."