His Devious Love✓(Book 1)

Jealousy

Nia and Somi both entered in Hybe. Somi's eyes hung open, and her jaw dropped.
 
It was her favourite place, her dream place.
 
"To all of the new trainees, Hybe welcomes you and wishes for your bright future," manager Seojin said.
 
There were six trainees; two of them were Nia and Somi.
 
"As it is your first day of the new beginning of your life, we have a surprise for you." Manager informed.
 
Trainees watched him with happiness.
 
"So girls, put your hands together and welcome our first group, the world-wide BTS." He informed.
 
"Wohoo!" trainees clapped their hands in happiness.
 
"Oh my god, oh my god!" Somi jumped in happiness.
 
Members entered their practice room.
 
All of the people were looking at them
with admiration.

"Hello guys,As seasoned veterans in this industry, we stand before you not just as performers, but as mentors, guides, and supporters. We understand the journey you're embarking on because we once walked that path ourselves. Here are a few words of wisdom we'd like to share with you:
Embrace the Journey: The road to success is paved with challenges, setbacks, and triumphs. Embrace every moment, whether it's a tough rehearsal or a standing ovation. Each experience shapes you into the artist you are meant to be." RM said with bright full smile.

Everyone clapped their hands proudly. He is indeed a great leader.

"Stay True to Yourself: In an industry that often demands conformity, never lose sight of who you are. Your uniqueness is your greatest asset. Stay authentic, stay genuine, and the right audience will find you." Jin said.

"Work Hard, Stay Humble: Talent will only take you so far. It's the dedication, perseverance, and humility that will sustain you through the highs and lows of your career. Keep pushing yourself, keep learning, and never forget the value of humility." Yoongi said.

"Support Each Other: We're not just colleagues; we're a family. Lift each other up, celebrate each other's successes, and lend a helping hand when needed. Together, we're stronger." J hope said.

"Cherish the Fans: Our fans are the lifeblood of our careers. Treat them with love, respect, and gratitude. They are the reason we do what we do." Jimin said.

"Take Care of Yourself: In the midst of hectic schedules and demanding performances, don't forget to take care of your physical and mental well-being. Your health is your most precious asset." Taehyung said.

"Dream Big, But Stay Grounded: Set lofty goals and pursue them with passion, but never lose sight of the world outside of fame and fortune. Stay connected to your roots, your values, and the people who have supported you from the beginning." Jungkook continued.

"As you embark on this incredible journey, remember that we're here for you every step of the way. We believe in you, we support you, and we can't wait to see you shine." RM completed their speech.

After meeting with all the new trainees, Jungkook walked towards Somi.
 
Every girl watched them with awe.
 
"Take care of her; I can't afford a single scratch on her." He said that and left.
 
Somi's cheeks flushed red.
 
He was talking about her sister, and she couldn't help but blush.
 
"What does he mean?" Nia whispered in her ear.
 
"He is talking about unnie, aish, how romantic," somi was ready to fall there.
 
"Yah, stand straight." Nia scolded her.
 
 
"Let's start, guys, the choreographer said, and their
training started.

"Annie" turned her head; her math professor was standing there with a few books in his hand.
 
"Yes, Mr. Lee," she said, smiling at him.
 
He was her first crush after coming here to Seoul.
 
"You were asking me about complex analysis's notes; here are they.They will help you." He said he was handling her the books.
 
She gave her professor a bright smile.
 
Jungkook's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his eyes narrowing. He watched as Annie and her professor continued their conversation, a storm brewing inside of him.
 
Her professor said something and patted her head lovingly.
 
As his jealousy and possessiveness consumed him, his thoughts spiralled out of control. Images of her laughing with the other man replayed in his mind, fueling his insecurities. He fought to contain his emotions, but they bubbled up, threatening to overwhelm him. In that moment, he knew he had to confront his inner demons before they destroyed everything. He couldn't scare her.
 
 
He watched her smile brightly at him and laugh at something.
 
Jungkook's jaw clenched as he watched the exchange, feeling a surge of jealousy. He picked up his phone and called her.
 
Annie saw the screen but couldn't pick up his call; her professor was standing in front of her, so she cancelled the call.
 
His eyes flashed with anger as he saw her reject his call, the distance between them growing wider in his mind.
 
"Fucking hell..." He growled under his breath, his thumb hovering over the dial button.
 
He called her again, and she again cancelled.
 
"What the fuck!!" He was ready to drag her with himself and punch the shit out of that man.
 
He called her for the third time.
 
"Okay, Mr. Lee, see you later," she excused herself upon receiving his call.
 
"hello"
 
He answered the call, his voice cold and curt.
 
"Where the hell were you?" He bit out, his anger still simmering beneath the surface.
 
"I've been waiting out here for almost an hour. The least you could do is answer my fucking call." 
 
She flinched at his angry voice and looked towards his car.
 
Jungkook saw her flinch, and a part of him felt a twinge of guilt for scaring her. But the other part, the possessive and jealous part, is still simmering with anger. 
 
"I said, Where the fuck were you?"
 
"I..i was in class," she answered, walking towards his car.
 
His eyes softened as he saw her walking towards his car, the guilt growing stronger. But then he remembers the way her professor touched her, and the anger resurfaces.
 
"You couldn't even spare a fucking second to answer my call." He bit out, his voice still cold and curt.
 
"How can I? I was with my professor," she answered before opening the door and sitting in the car.
 
He glared at her for a second. 
 
"He could have kept his hands to himself." He muttered under his breath.
 
"And why don't you stop him when he was touching you like that?
 
"Mr. Jeon, he is just my professor, although I used to have a crush on him earlier," she said, immediately putting her hand on her mouth, realising what she just said.
 
His eyes narrowed dangerously as he listened to her words, the anger inside him growing stronger.
 
"So you used to have a crush on him. And now?" His voice was low and dangerous, and the meaning behind his words was clear as day.
 
"Do you still have feelings for him?"
 
"No, it was before I just came to Seoul. Now I don't even look at him like that." She answered.
 
 
Despite her words, he couldn't shake off the feeling of jealousy and possessiveness that gripped him. 
 
"I don't like the way he looks at you. It makes me want to rip his fucking eyes out."
 
 
"Mr. Jeon-" he cut her off, placing his finger on her lips.
 
 
His finger traced her lips gently before he spoke again, his voice softer than before but still holding that hint of anger and possessiveness. 
 
"You don't have to say anything. I just want you to know how I fucking feel about all of this."
 
 
 
She stared into his eyes; jealousy and possessiveness were clearly visible in his eyes, and he wasn't even trying to hide them.
 
 
He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze never leaving hers.
 
"I can't help it. When I saw him touching you like that, it made me fucking insane."
 
"I told you he was just my professor; it's normal to meet him like this."
 
He chuckled humorlessly, his hand dropping from her face. 
 
"Normal, you say. It's normal for my heart to fucking stop when I see him touching you like that. It's normal for me to want to rip his damn hands off your body."
 
She gasped.
 
He leaned closer. He wants her to understand the intensity of his emotions. But what were his real emotions? He himself didn't know.
 
He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. 
 
What is she for him?
 
A crush?
 
It's more than just a simple crush. 
 
"What are we?" She asked from nowhere.
 
" Huh?" He raised his brows.
 
"I mean, you are here to pick me up and all the things we are doing-."
 
"What do you want to hear?" He said that, and she looked at him.
 
 
"It's not a crush, not love; it's a fucking obsession. It's possessiveness. It's the need to claim you as mine in every possible way. I can't fucking help it, okay?" He was mad, and he himself didn't know what he was saying.
 
"You are saying fucking a lot today," she said innocently.
 
He groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. 

Why the fuck she is so cute!

She makes him insane!

 
"I know. It's just... you make me feel crazy, okay? I don't know how else to explain it."
He lifted his head, looking at her with those intense doe eyes.
 
She smiled softly and said, " sometimes you look crazy to me."
 
He laughed quietly.
 
"I know I am; I'll try to keep it under control. But just know, you drive me fucking insane... in the best possible way." He pulled back, looking at her with those intense eyes once more.
 
"I have to go to Iseul's home," she said, feeling shy under his intense gaze.
 
 
He nodded, stepping back to give her space.
 
 
 
 
She waved at him before entering the mansion. He watched her like a crazy lover with a smile on his face.
 
 
He watched her leave, his eyes following her every movement.
 
He watched her enter the mansion, his eyes never straying from her form until she was out of sight. He remained in place for several moments longer, a small smile playing on his lips as he thought about her.
 
He lets out a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair.
 
"Damn it. What am I doing? Fuck!!!" He cursed himself.
 
 
But now he has to do something for that professor; he can't see him around her. He pulled out his phone. He wants him out of college.