(Play 'tip top through the tulips' by Tiny Tim during Jungkook's P.O.V)
The space enclosed within those walls looked nothing but petrifying with a blank canvas and a chair in the middle.
The room stood tall and murky with a table on the corner arranged with all sorts of - equipments.
The only source of light was the bulb hanging down the ceiling.
There were paintings - abstracts of people - hanging on those cruor tainted walls.
The air - thick with putrid - rooted back to the unconscious soul sitting on that chair.
He was black and blue.
Deep gashes with dried carmine on his body -lingered- while his hands were tied against the chair.
Out of the blue, footsteps shuffled behind the door of the cellar, before it opened revealing a man-whistling
He held a music box as he came closer to the man, bringing him to conscious, before placing it onto the table.
"Aww did I disturb your beauty sleep, Mr. Cho?"
I laughed.
It was a sinister one that sent shivers down Mr. Cho's spine as he looked at him with dread.
He was on his last leg's. He knew that.
Defying him was his biggest mistake - JEON JUNGKOOK - THE C.E.O OF JEON ENTERPRISES.
"Pl-please let m-me go.I'm sorry." sweat cascading down his temple.
"You're so funny...Mr Cho. You think your sorry can mend anything?" I smirked looking at my prey. That fear...It gave me satisfaction.
"Yo-you c-can ta-take con-control o-over 'CHO ENTERPRISES', b-bu-but pl-pleas-please I beg you, le-leav-leave me!" He pleaded as warm tears trickled down his cheeks.
"Don't worry Mr. Cho...No matter what I will get my hands on your company..." I paused, moving towards the table.
The table had all sorts of equipments to choose from. They were my possession. Blades, hooks and what not.
I sneered, as my eyes fell exactly on the equipments I was searching for. I carried them, only to find find this asshole gulping hard.
This was fucking exciting.
"because I will always make sure to have control over the things that catch my attention."
I completed, as my lips broke out into an evil smile, before forcing the blade deep in his right forearm as warm fluid flowed out from the spot. Pure bliss.
"Aaah!"
I almost snorted. So much for the melodrama. I hadn't even started and this fucker was already screaming.
"Now tell me Cho, shall I pull out your arms first and then gash out your heart? Or break your legs and then aim for the heart?"
I knew for a fact that his insides twisted at the thought of my question.
Not that I will break his legs.
No. Not at all. I would always do my favourite. Heart, hands and eyes.
And of course my famous signature as the final touch up.
It made my paintings look great. I smirked yet again.
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His Psychotic Obsession
Fanfiction"There is no love but only power and control over your prized obsession." "And you my dear angel, Are that obsession of mine..." ~Jeon Jungkook "True love wins over any power..." "Stronger than an obsession yet difficult to find..." ...
