Taehyung, a university student, becomes instantly infatuated with Jungkook, a charismatic CEO, after seeing him deliver a speech at his university. Unbeknownst to Jungkook, Taehyung starts secretly following him everywhere, fueling his obsession. As...
Jungkook’s fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled through his phone, his breath hitching at the sight of his stalker’s face. Kim Taehyung. The boy who had been watching him all along. The boy who had followed him, obsessed over him, and left behind cryptic letters drenched in possessiveness.
And God, was he beautiful.
Jungkook had expected someone ordinary—a nameless shadow lurking in the background. But Taehyung was breathtaking, his features delicate yet haunting, his dark curls framing his face in an almost ethereal way. There was an innocence in his appearance, a deceptive softness that concealed the dangerous intensity lurking beneath.
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The realization sent a slow, wicked smirk curling on Jungkook’s lips.
So, you’re the one who’s been watching me, Taehyung?
What Taehyung didn’t know, however, was that Jungkook had never truly been oblivious. The night before, when he had acted drunk, slurring his words and swaying on unsteady feet, he had actually been watching Taehyung. Testing him. Letting the younger believe he had the upper hand.
But now, the roles had reversed.
Taehyung thought he was the predator, the one pulling the strings, but Jungkook had already set his trap. He had found the tracking bug hidden in his car—a careless mistake on Taehyung’s part. Instead of removing it, Jungkook had decided to play along. To let Taehyung believe he was winning.
Except now, he was the one following Taehyung.
Jungkook had secretly planted a tracking device of his own—inside Taehyung’s car.
The game had changed. No longer was Jungkook the prey. Now, he was the hunter.
And Taehyung had no idea
The Possessive Claim
Jungkook stared at the letter clutched between his fingers, his heartbeat hammering like a war drum.
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