His Devious Love✓(Book 1)

Unbothered

Double update

Reaching his apartment, Jungkook swung open the door and extended his hand.

"Come on, let's go inside," he said firmly.Annie remained seated in the car, arms crossed angrily.

He clicked his tongue against his cheek, irritation flickering across his face. Without another word, he reached in, grabbed her by the waist, and effortlessly hoisted her over his shoulder.

Ignoring her protests, he made his way inside, deftly unlocking the door with one hand and kicking it shut behind them.Once inside, he deposited her unceremoniously onto the couch in the living room.

Eyeing a nearby vase, he plucked it from the table and held it out to her.Annie stared at him incredulously.

"What?"

"You're clearly pissed," Jungkook replied, his tone playful.

"So, throw this. Just not at my head," he added with a smirk, loosening his tie as he sat on another couch.

She clenched her teeth, eyes darting between him and the vase.

"Oh, I see. It's probably super expensive, so you—"Before she could finish, she hurled the vase with surprising force. It smashed against the wall, shattering into glittering shards.

Jungkook's eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise. "Damn," he cursed, a grin spreading across his face.

"You've got quite an arm on you."

Annie's anger seemed to escalate rather than dissipate. Without a word, she grabbed another vase and smashed it against the opposite wall.

Fragments of porcelain scattered across the room.Jungkook's grin widened as he leaned back, crossing his legs casually.

He watched her with a mix of fascination and amusement, as if observing a captivating spectacle.As Annie continued to vent her anger, hurling more objects around the room, Jungkook remained strangely composed.

His gaze never left her, his amusement growing with each destructive outburst. It was as if her fury only fueled his own strange pleasure.If someone were to witness the scene, they might have called Jungkook psychotic.

Yet, to him, it was simply the exhilaration of seeing Annie's raw emotions unleashed. His love for her bordered on obsession, a complex web of desire and possessiveness that only seemed to intensify in moments like these.She smashed a picture frame next, the glass shattering loudly.

Finally, exhausted from her rampage, Annie sank to the floor amidst the debris. Panting heavily, she looked up at Jungkook, who had finally risen from his seat and approached her.

"You done?" he asked softly, his voice surprisingly gentle compared to the chaos moments ago.

She glared at him, unable to hide the flicker of relief in her eyes.

"Feel better?" brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. " She immediately jerked his hand, he chuckled and went to the kitchen.

Jungkook returned with a glass of water in hand. He approached Annie with a calm demeanor, his expression unreadable despite the chaos around them.

"Drink it, babe," he said gently, offering her the glass.Annie looked up at him with disbelief, her emotions still raw from the frenzy she had just unleashed.

She pushed his hand making glass to fell on the floor.

"You are a sick man, Jungkook," Annie spat angrily.

Jungkook tilted his head, a smirk playing on his lips.

"And you are my sick woman, Annie. Hot pair, isn't it?" His tone was provocative, almost teasing.