His Obsession ➸ Taekook ✓

- Twenty-eighth -

Jungkook walked slowly towards the corridor that led to the elevator, crossing the large gala room and moving between the guests. He deviated slightly from his path to pass by one of the tables where the evening's dishes were laid out. A small kitchen knife had been placed on one of the tables, for cutting slices of cake; Jungkook grabbed it discreetly and slipped it into his pocket, making sure no-one saw him do it.

He continued on his way with a disconcerting naturalness, despite the ball of stress that had formed in his stomach. He could feel the anxiety rising inside him, gradually taking control of his body. The closer he got to the elevator, the harder and more jerky his breathing became. A thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead, but he didn't even bother to wipe it off. He kept his gaze fixed on the corridor, his eyes slightly wide.

He finally reached the lift. He was alone, no-one else was in the corridor. Kang had already left. The singer pressed the button and only had to wait a few seconds before the door slid open before his eyes. The cabin was empty too. He took one last look behind him, making sure no one had followed him, before entering the lift.

He pressed number three, and as the doors closed, he thought of Taehyung. By now the man must have realised he was missing. And it wasn't very difficult to guess where. Or rather, with whom. Taehyung would kill him for this affront. That was certain. And he'd be right.

Jungkook was so guilty. He felt pathetic. All he wanted to do was open the bloody lift again and run into Taehyung's arms, burst into tears and beg him to forgive him and accept him back. He so wished he'd had the right to love. How would things have been if this revenge had never happened, if this trauma had never existed? Could he have been happy with the gangster? No, they would certainly never have met. Or maybe he would have seen him at the cabaret and found him appallingly banal. Taehyung loved Jungkook's dark side. The singer knew it, and that was why they could never be together. Taehyung would probably never fall in love with him.

But the singer couldn't imagine himself with anyone else but Taehyung. He felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. It wasn't the right time. It was too late to feel remorse. He had made his choice. Now he had to face up to it.

The lift stopped, a little bell ringing to warn him, and the doors opened. Jungkook stepped out into a long corridor, plunged into total darkness. None of the lights came on when he arrived, which didn't reassure the singer. He instinctively plunged his hand into his pocket, his fingers closing around the handle of the knife, which he gripped with all his might.

It had been a long time since he'd been so scared, so tense. It was as if his breath had been taken away. For several minutes now, he'd had this excruciating feeling of being in apnea. He finally took a deep breath, trying to fill his lungs as much as possible, and started walking.

Every step he took echoed on the tiled floor of the corridor, amplifying the feeling of loneliness and unease. It was as if the darkness of the corridor was hiding his darkest nightmares. Surely that wasn't far from the truth.

Finally, he came to a door. 304. The one Kang had indicated. He couldn't see anything under the door, no light, no shadows, and it didn't let any noise through. And now that he'd stopped walking, the corridor was deathly quiet. Jungkook's fear and anxiety only intensified.

But he wasn't going to back down now.

He didn't know where he'd found the courage, but he managed to give the door two sharp knocks. He waited a long minute, but there was no answer. He knocked a second time, but still nothing. He checked the room number, wondering if he'd made a mistake, but no. He was in the right place.

He liked the situation less and less. He had a bad feeling about it. But if no one came to open the door for him, surely that meant he was expected to do so. So after another deep breath, he put his hand on the handle and turned it.

The door was unlocked. Jungkook pushed it open to discover a suite that was just as dark. The young singer swallowed, but entered the room. He took about ten steps forward, turning his head from side to side, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, someone.

The door behind him suddenly closed, startling him. He didn't have time to turn round when two arms wrapped around his waist and a kiss was placed on the back of his neck. Jungkook closed his eyes, clenching his fists to contain his trembling.

"I knew you'd end up in my arms tonight, gorgeous."

Jungkook didn't answer, concentrating too hard on the hands that were beginning to crawl over his body, like spider's legs sliding disgustingly over his skin. Eventually they came to rest on the singer's arms, gripping them firmly. Jungkook felt himself being pulled towards a part of the room that he was still unable to see. He let him do, a mixture of fear and curiosity clouding his senses.

They stopped in front of what Jungkook identified as a bed, on which Kang gently laid him down, quickly towering over him.

"You'll see, we're going to have a lot of fun, you and me..." he whispered in the singer's ear, who swallowed as he felt his warm breath on his temple.

Kang didn't wait a second longer to plunge into his neck again, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses in his wake. Jungkook didn't react, letting him have his way completely, his eyes still firmly closed, as if that was preventing him from facing the reality of the situation.

He put his hand back in his pocket, grabbing the knife he was hiding there, and spread his legs a little wider for Kang to sink into, which the man did with pleasure. Immersed in his kisses, he didn't notice the hand that had latched onto his arm and, in a split second, Jungkook pulled him aside with all his strength and spun them around, so that the singer quickly found himself on top of Kang, whose skull crashed against the headboard of the bed. He quickly drew the knife from his pocket and stuck it in Kang's throat.

Or rather, he tried to. Because Kang blocked him immediately, stopping his attack dead in his tracks, with a wicked, provocative smile on his lips. He turned his piercing gaze on the singer, who was surprised by the man's calm.

"Seriously, did you really think I wouldn't recognise you, Jeongguk?"

Jungkook's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and terror.

"You knew I was looking for you, Kang Minho." Jungkook sighed. "You knew you were the last..."

"And I knew you'd find me in the end. Unfortunately for you, that was probably your biggest mistake."

Jungkook didn't have time to understand his words before Minho disarmed him, grabbing the knife and sending it flying across the room with such force that the blade crashed into the wall. He then grabbed the singer's wrists and pushed him aside, passing over him again. Jungkook was completely trapped, held on one side by Kang's powerful hands, and immobilised by the weight of the man's body on top of his own.

"Did you really think you could kill me, Jeongguk? This is the end of your petty revenge."

Minho stood back for a moment, examining the singer's outfit with an air of disgust.

"Look at you, dressing up like a woman." he spat. "You're a disgrace. I tried to make a man of you that day, to show you what real men do, but you stubbornly refused, preferring to become this... abomination. It's time I give you a new lesson, you filthy faggot."

Minho suddenly grabbed him by the hair, pulling with such force that Jungkook let out a howl of pain. But the floor was completely empty. No one was coming to help him. And they both knew it.

"I have the impression that with you, only the hard way works." Kang sighed. "So let's do it the hard way."

The man raised his fist, before letting it fall on the singer's cheek in a violent impact, who screamed in pain. Tears began to roll down his cheeks, blurring his vision.

Because he knew that at that moment, he had become prey again.

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