His Madly Obsession

6-I know how much possessive and jealously was my property.

In Paris...

It was 7 pm, and the fashion show had already concluded by then. Now, everyone was engrossed in the private party hosted by Williams. The party was in full swing, with the entire hall packed with celebrities and CEOs of major companies. As the who's who of the business world had gathered to attend.

Paris Fashion Week was one of the most renowned and highly-rated shows in the industry. The best and most famous models in the country had graced the runway, showcasing the latest trends and designs.

Paris Fashion Week was celebrated for its rich French art, fashion, and culture, with the city hosting fashion shows, runways, and presentations in various locations. This year, WL Fashion Entertainment had organized a grand fashion week, inviting numerous companies to participate with their models and some CEOs as special guests.

Paris Fashion Week was the pinnacle of fashion runway events, and the most prestigious companies had sent their top models to participate. The week-long extravaganza would culminate in an award-winning show, the pièce de résistance of the fashion world.

As Taehyung engaged in conversation with William and his wife, his gaze discreetly swept across the room, observing the frequent phone calls William received every five minutes. With a hint of mysterious stare, Taehyung sipped his wine and turned his attention to Mrs. Williams, who was gazing at him with an intense, almost hunger-like expression. He couldn't help but recall the past, when she had boldly proposed to him, only to be rejected. In a fit of anger towards him, she had married William, a rich wealthy older man, and Taehyung suspected that she was unfaithful, just like her husband. In his opinion, it was a toxic game of mutual deception, where neither party expected nor valued loyalty.

As Taehyung pondered this, he couldn't shake off the feeling of disillusionment that settled in the pit of his stomach. The world around him seemed to be a mere facade, where loyalty was a luxury few could afford. Everyone appeared to be playing the same game, masquerading behind masks of deceit. He wondered if anyone genuinely valued honesty and commitment, or if it was all just a charade.Despite his reservations, Taehyung continued to navigate the conversation with ease, his eyes darting around the hall with a keen observer's gaze.

As Taehyung sipped his wine and chatted with Mrs. Williams casually ignoring the lady's lust eyes. But he couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. Suddenly, he sensed a piercing gaze upon him, making his skin prickle with unease. He turned to his side, and his eyes met the intense stare of a big doe eyes that seemed to burn with jealousy. The gaze was so fierce that it felt like a fire blow, making Taehyung's heart race. He smirked, giving a sly wink to Jungkook, who rolled his eyes in response. Taehyung's lips curled into a playful smile, and he bit his lip, savoring the subtle exchange. Just then, Mr. and Mrs. Williams excused themselves to mingle with other guests.

Taehyung whispered something in Mr. Shin's ear, and with a subtle nod, Mr. Shin gestured Jungkook over. As Jungkook approached Taehyung with a fierce eyes and a calm face. But when the younger stood beside him, Taehyung's hands instinctively wrapped around his waist, the fit so perfect it seemed made only for him. The darkness of the room concealed their actions, but the rolling color lights cast a mesmerizing glow on their entwined forms.

In this secluded moment, Taehyung's hands roamed freely, his fingers tracing the contours of Jungkook's waist with a gentle yet possessive intimacy. The eligible moment was charged with an unspoken understanding, their bodies speaking a language that only they could comprehend. As the music pulsed around them, their connection deepened, shrouded in the shadows yet illuminated by the vibrant lights that danced across their skin.

Tae- Can't you stop rolling your eyes, when all you're doing is unintentionally teasing me, pulling out my last thread of restraint? (Taehyung's voice was low, husky, and dripping with allure, his words a gentle caress that sent shivers down Jungkook's spine.)