NO WAY OUT | KTH Yandere (Obsessed With You)

Chapter 42

Rage

Taehyung was happy that everything was getting back on track. The Red Bullet had just completed another mission successfully.
He knew that his hyungs would have been happy.

But among all of this chaos, he hadn't forgotten about you, nor had he forgotten the fact that you were living with Namjoon and it deeply bothered him.

He missed you. He missed you so bad.

But he had to figure a way to bring Namjoon down and tarnish Namjoon's image in front of your eyes and show you his reality, doesn't matter if he had to create a new reality for you. Perhaps, if he showed you that he was a bad guy, then the infatuation you had developed for him would fade away and he could have you back. Then he can decide what he would do to Namjoon.

He accessed the bug he had inserted in your wallet.

He wasn't expecting to hear anything and he didn't at first.
He sat there, waiting to hear your voice. Just your voice, that's it.
After about forty-five minutes, just when he was about to log out, he heard something.

It was faint at first, but then it became more and more prominent.

Your moans.
You were moaning.

He could never be mistaken about something like this. Your voice can bring him back from the dead. He was sure it was you. Especially because he clearly remembered how you sounded under him.

"Oh, fuck!" You shrieked.

"You like it, doll? You like being fucked like a whore?" Namjoon's voice followed.

And that's when Taehyung realized what was happening.

"Sir, please. I'm tired-" you whimpered.

"NO!!! STOP!!" He shouted at the phone.
"STOP IT!!! Y/N!!! STOP DON'T DO IT." He kept shouting like a mad man.

"Shut up and spread those cheeks for me." Namjoon's voice pierced through.

"NO NO NO." Taehyung screamed.
He hurled his phone at the wall. The phone hit the wall and fell to pieces on the ground but he could still hear those voices.
He covered his ears in an attempt to stop listening to them.
Your moans and the sound of another man pleasuring you.

The images of you being fucked by Namjoon flashed right in front of his eyes and he  shut his eyes.
"AAAARRGHHHHH-" He screamed at the top of his lungs for an elongated period. He kept screaming and screaming till he couldn't anymore.

"That's it. Time's up, Namjoon." He hissed and dashed out of the room. He didn't even know where he was going.
He just had to go somewhere, anywhere.

Taehyung stormed through the windy shadowy streets, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles turned bone-white. The mere thought of you wrapped around Namjoon's filthy body sent waves of fury coursing through him, igniting a firestorm of hatred in his chest.

"Fuck!" he snarled, his voice echoing off the walls of the deserted alley. Every step he took felt like a thunderclap, each footfall a testament to the rage burning within him. How dare you betray him like this? How dare you give yourself to someone else, when you were supposed to be his and his alone?

His mind raced with visions of violence, of tearing Namjoon limb from limb and watching him writhe in agony. The thought of that bastard touching what belonged to him filled him with an overwhelming sense of disgust and rage.

"She's mine, goddammit!" he roared into the night, his voice raw with fury. You were supposed to be his, his to love and cherish, not some plaything for Namjoon to use and discard at his whim.