His Vicious Love

chapter 29

Destructive power of obsessed love

Jungkook arrived at the remote clearing, his breath heavy with anticipation as he stepped out of his car. The night was eerily quiet, save for the rustling of leaves and the occasional distant howl of the wind. The air was thick with tension, almost suffocating, as if the universe itself held its breath in anticipation of what was to come. He could see the dim lights from the flashlights his men carried, illuminating the struggling figure of Taehyung in the middle of the clearing. Taehyung’s body was a taut coil of rage and desperation, fighting against the iron grip of the men who held him down.

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Taehyung’s wild, furious eyes. The man who had once been his closest ally was now the embodiment of everything Jungkook feared. The thought of Taehyung taking Emma away, of her slipping through his fingers, sent a violent tremor through his body. But there was also a flicker of something else—something darker, more primal. It wasn’t just fear driving him now; it was a deep, seething rage.

He walked toward the scene, each step deliberate and heavy with purpose. His men tightened their hold on Taehyung, but as Jungkook drew closer, he raised a hand, signaling them to release him. There was a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty in the eyes of the men who had seen the storm brewing behind Jungkook’s gaze. But they obeyed, slowly stepping back, leaving Taehyung to stand on his own.

The two men locked eyes, and the world around them seemed to vanish. There was nothing left but the sound of their breathing, the rapid pounding of their hearts, and the crackling tension in the air. Taehyung’s chest heaved as he tried to steady himself, his muscles coiled and ready for the fight he knew was inevitable.

“You should have stayed where you were Taehyung,”

 Jungkook said, his voice a low growl, laced with venom. 

“You should have let her go.”

Taehyung’s lips curled into a snarl, his fists clenching at his sides.

 “I’ll never let her go,” 

he spat back. 

Taehyung straightened, his eyes locking onto Jungkook with a mixture of hatred and defiance. His chest heaved with the effort of his struggles, his body tense and ready for whatever was about to happen. 

“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” 

Taehyung spat, his voice dripping with venom.

 “You think this is over?”

Jungkook remained silent for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Then, in a voice that was low and deadly calm, he replied,

 “It doesn’t have to end like this, hyung. Just walk away. Leave me and Emma alone, and I’ll let you live.”

A bitter laugh escaped Taehyung’s lips, his expression twisted in disgust.

 “Walk away? After everything you’ve done? After you lied to her, manipulated her, made her think I was dead? You’re the one who should walk away, Jungkook. You’re the one who doesn’t deserve her.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

 “I did what I had to do to get her—”

“No,” 

Taehyung interrupted, his voice rising with anger.

 “You did it for yourself. You’re obsessed with her, Jungkook. You don’t love her—you want to own her, control her. But she’ll never be yours. She’ll see you for what you really are, and when she does, she’ll come back to me. She’ll realize that I’m the one who truly loves her, who would do anything for her.”