On-going | Crimson Love | Liskook ff

01 | A Psychopath?

The punching bag swung violently, each brutal hit sending it careening back and forth as though it were a mere plaything.

The chain holding it groaned under the relentless force, the hinges creaking as if they might snap at any moment.

Finally, with a loud, metallic clatter, the bag gave way, crashing to the ground in a heap.

Jeon Jungkook, his breath ragged, ripped off his punching gloves with a frustrated sigh, his chest heaving with unspent fury.

At 6'0" tall, Jungkook was an imposing figure. His messy black hair clung to his forehead with sweat, and his sharp features were set in a hard, angry scowl.

His muscular body, accompanied by the tight biker outfit, radiated raw power. Veins bulged along his forearms, leading up to an exposed neck that glistened with sweat.

He dropped heavily onto the couch, the leather creaking under his weight. His anger was like a living thing inside him, a beast clawing to break free.

Every fiber of his being screamed for destruction, for something to destroy, anything to release the pressure building up inside.

But just as he was wrestling with his own rage, his eyes locked onto a figure in the doorway, and the beast inside him roared louder.

There, leaning casually against the doorframe, was Min Yoongi, his lips curled into that infuriating, mocking smirk.

Yoongi, with his relaxed demeanor and sharp, calculating eyes, always had a way of getting under Jungkook's skin.

Despite working together in the same mafia organization, the two men had never managed to find common ground.

They were like fire and ice—Jungkook's hot-blooded temper clashing violently with Yoongi's cool, detached arrogance.

Every interaction was a battle, every glance a challenge. Neither had ever bothered to understand the other, content to let their mutual disdain and hatred.

Jungkook's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to lunge at Yoongi. The tension in the room thickened, the air crackling with unspoken hatred.

Yoongi's smirk only deepened as he straightened up, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and challenge, as if daring Jungkook to make the first move.

"Why the hell are you here?" Jungkook's voice was low, seething with barely-contained rage. His eyes burned with fury as he glared at Yoongi, who remained infuriatingly calm.

"Well, well, I'm here to see you, getting all worked up over a woman." Yoongi's tone was mocking, his dark chuckle echoing through the room like a taunt. "Tch, you're weaker than I thought."

Jungkook's entire body tensed at the words, the anger within him bubbling over. He shot up from the couch, crossing the distance between them in a heartbeat.

With a savage grip, he grabbed Yoongi by the collar, pulling him close. His knuckles turned white as he clenched the fabric, his breath hot against Yoongi's face.

"Don't you dare," Jungkook hissed through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with raw emotion. "She's mine. I won't let anyone talk about her!"

Yoongi's expression remained calm, even as Jungkook's anger threatened to explode. He met Jungkook's fiery gaze with icy indifference, not an ounce of fear in his eyes.

"Talk, huh?" Yoongi sneered, pushing Jungkook away with a casual shove as if he were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

He straightened his collar with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving Jungkook's.