Obsession of the trillionare

Chapter 2 : The first Tear

The mansion stood tall and imposing, nestled in a quiet part of the city where wealth didn't quite reach. Its walls, though humble compared to the opulence Seokjin was accustomed to, held a warmth that was strangely comforting. But to Seokjin, it was nothing more than a mere obstacle-a small, unimportant house in the grand scheme of his plans.

Today, he wasn't here for luxury. He had a mission, and nothing was going to stand in his way.

Namjoon wasn't home. Seokjin knew that much, having sent one of his men to check earlier. This was his moment, the perfect opportunity to make his presence known. The thought of Namjoon's family-the ones who could possibly stand between him and what he desired-sent a cold shiver of excitement down his spine.

His guards had already discreetly scouted the house, ensuring that no one would disrupt the proceedings. Seokjin approached the door with calculated precision, his black leather gloves gripping the brass doorknob. He rang the doorbell, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood. Within seconds, the door creaked open to reveal Namjoon's mother, a soft-spoken woman with kind eyes and a humble presence. She smiled politely, unaware of the storm about to hit.

"Mr. Kim," she greeted, bowing her head slightly, "How may I help you?"

Seokjin's cold, sharp eyes swept over her, calculating and merciless. "I need to speak with you, and your husband, immediately."

The polite smile never wavered on her face, but she hesitated before allowing him inside. As she guided him through the house, the air felt heavy with tension. He had come here with a singular goal in mind, and no amount of pleasantries would deter him.

"Please, have a seat," she offered, motioning to the living room. Her voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of unease. Seokjin took his seat, not bothering to make himself comfortable. He leaned forward slightly, his voice low, almost like a growl.

"You may be wondering why I'm here," he began, his gaze never leaving her eyes. "It's simple. I want your son, Kim Namjoon."

The woman's face faltered for just a moment, but she quickly masked it with politeness. "I'm afraid... I don't quite understand, Mr. Kim. Namjoon is still just a boy-"

"He is more than that," Seokjin interrupted, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "He is mine. And I will have him. Now, here's what's going to happen. If you and your husband do not allow Namjoon to marry me, I will make sure you and your family are banished from this country. You'll have nothing. Do you understand?"

Her face drained of color as the weight of his words hit her. She stood frozen, shock and fear evident in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. Seokjin smirked at her silence.

"I will not be refused," he added, leaning back, his eyes cold and calculating. "Namjoon will come with me, or you will face the consequences. There's no other choice."

The room was thick with silence, the tension between them almost palpable. The woman's hands trembled as she clasped them together in her lap. Seokjin could see the fear in her eyes, the way she struggled to find her voice.

"I... I don't understand why you want him," she finally whispered, her voice breaking. "Namjoon is not-he is not-"

"He is everything," Seokjin interrupted, his voice a hiss of impatience. "And he will be mine, one way or another."

Just as Seokjin stood, ready to leave, the door to the living room creaked open. Namjoon stood there, hidden in the doorway, his eyes wide with shock. He had been listening, his entire body trembling with the realization of what had just been said.

For a moment, Seokjin's smirk grew wider, knowing that the boy had heard everything. Namjoon's tear-filled eyes locked onto his, and for a brief second, Seokjin saw the raw pain on Namjoon's face. It was the pain of betrayal, of knowing that his life would never be the same again.

Namjoon's hands were clenched into fists, his body shaking as he stood frozen, unable to speak. The sight of him, so broken and vulnerable, was intoxicating. Seokjin felt a dark thrill rise within him as he watched Namjoon's heartbreak.

Without saying a word, Seokjin turned toward the door and walked past Namjoon, his eyes lingering on the boy's tear-streaked face for just a second. As he brushed past, he gave a low, mocking chuckle.

"I'll be back for you, Namjoon," he whispered, his voice smooth like velvet, but filled with a sinister promise. "You can count on that."

Namjoon stood there, his legs trembling beneath him, unable to speak, to move. The moment Seokjin left, the dam broke, and silent tears spilled down his cheeks. His mother, still frozen in place, watched helplessly as her son crumbled, her heart aching as she realized the nightmare that had begun to unfold.

Seokjin had made his move. And Namjoon's life would never be the same again.

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This had been in my draft list for so long .

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