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Chapter 18. Affection & Control.

None of his guards dared to disturb the mafia lord as he sat fixated on the news, his expression twisted into a dark smirk. The rims of his eyes burned a stark red, as if blood might spill forth at any moment, while his face bore a lifeless pallor. Despite his weary appearance, he nonchalantly retrieved another cigarette, his gaze never wavering from the television screen before him.

The broadcast depicted Taehyung cradling Jimin protectively in his robust arms, carrying the omega towards the hospital. News channels dissected the scene from every angle, amplifying the frenzy surrounding the incident. Amidst the chaos, the mafia lord remained a silent observer, his mind undoubtedly churning with thoughts of retribution and retaliation.

With determination etched into his features, Jungkook clenched his teeth and released a stream of smoke into the air, his resolve evident in the tight set of his jaw. As he prepared to issue his command, a sense of urgency emanated from him, a silent warning of the storm brewing beneath his composed exterior.

"I want my Jimin in my arms in an hour," Jungkook's voice carried the weight of his authority, his words leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Though his tone remained deceptively calm, his guards knew better than to underestimate the intensity of his emotions simmering beneath the surface.

"Yes, boss!" The response from his guards was immediate and resolute, each of them already on high alert due to Jungkook's visible distress. With synchronized precision, they acknowledged Jungkook's order, prepared to execute it with unwavering dedication and efficiency.

As Jungkook watched his guards spring into action, a sense of determination coursed through him. He was resolved to bring Jimin back into his arms, no matter the obstacles that stood in his way.

As the last of his guards and Namjoon departed, leaving Jungkook alone in his cabin, a sinister grin crept across his face. With eagle eyes fixed on the news playing before him, Jungkook's mind churned with a mix of anticipation and excitement.

Yet, as the silence enveloped the room, a wave of maniacal laughter bubbled up from within Jungkook, echoing off the walls of his cabin. With reckless abandon, he seized the desk before him and with a swift motion, sent it crashing to the ground. Files flew into disarray, papers scattered like confetti, and the unmistakable clatter of chaos filled the air.

Despite the chaos he had unleashed, Jungkook's laughter only intensified, a reflection of the turmoil raging within him. In this moment of solitude, he allowed himself to revel in the release of pent-up frustration and desire, his actions were the proof of his intense emotions that consumed him.

As the echoes of his laughter faded, Jungkook surveyed the aftermath of his outburst with a sense of satisfaction. Though his surroundings lay in disarray, he felt a strange sense of freedom, as if the chaos mirrored the storm brewing within his own heart. Jungkook prepared himself for the inevitable confrontation to come, ready to face whatever fate awaited him in the pursuit of his beloved Jimin.

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook made his way to the bar counter in his cabin, his steps heavy with the weight of his emotions. As he poured himself a glass of whiskey from the all most empty bottle, a bitter chuckle escaped his lips, the absurdity of the situation not lost on him.

"I've just opened it!" Jungkook exclaimed to no one in particular, his frustration evident in his tone as he stared in disbelief at the empty bottle. With a frustrated grunt, he hurled the empty vessel to the floor, where it joined the shattered remnants of other discarded bottles.

In the midst of the chaos surrounding him, Jungkook found a strange sense of solace in the destruction he had created. Though his actions spoke of anger and frustration, they also served as a release valve for the pent-up emotions that threatened to consume him.