psychos love 🔞

chapter 8

The atmosphere in the dimly lit room crackled with tension as Jungkook stood in the center, his expression unreadable. The other members of Blackbangtan lounged around the room, their eyes flickering with curiosity and a hint of impatience. They had all noticed Jungkook’s recent behavior, the subtle shift in his mood whenever her name was mentioned.

“Spit it out, Jungkook,” Taehyung said, his voice a low growl as he leaned forward, eyes narrowing. He could sense the shift in the room, the way the air thickened with anticipation.

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, and his knuckles turned white as he balled his fists at his sides. “Yn’s parents have arranged her engagement. To some man named mingue bastard.” The words left his mouth like venom, each syllable tainted with loathing.

For a moment, there was silence. The weight of Jungkook’s revelation sank in like lead, and then the room erupted.

Jimin let out a harsh laugh, one that bordered on deranged. “They think they can take her away from us?” His usually soft gaze turned sharp, glinting dangerously. His mind raced with dark thoughts, each one more violent than the last.

Namjoon’s calm façade cracked, and he slammed his fist onto the table, splitting the wood. The others jumped at the sudden sound, but he paid no attention to them. “This isn’t just a mistake. It’s a declaration of war,” he said, voice as cold and cutting as ice.

Hoseok’s smile faltered, twisting into something more sinister. “If they think we’ll let her go that easily, they’re sorely mistaken.” The room was silent again, but it was the quiet before the storm.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Lisa, Jennie, Rosé, and Jisoo entered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and irritation. They had heard the commotion and came to investigate.

“What’s going on?” Jennie demanded, her eyes scanning the tense faces of the boys.

Jungkook’s eyes met hers, dark and brimming with fury. “Yn’s engaged,” he said simply, the two words enough to send a shockwave through the room.

Rosé’s fingers twitched as she fought to keep her composure. The idea of someone else laying claim to Yn made her blood boil. “Who?” she asked, her voice dangerously calm.

“Some bastard named mingue,” Taehyung spat out, eyes glinting with a promise of violence.

Jennie’s eyes narrowed, and a vase next to her shattered as she pushed it off the table in a fit of rage. “No one touches what’s ours,” she hissed, her breath coming out in short, angry bursts.

Jisoo exchanged a glance with Lisa, whose expression was unreadable, though the tension in her posture said everything. Lisa’s lips curved into a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. “He’s signing his death warrant,” she said, her voice deceptively sweet.

Namjoon stepped forward, the leader’s presence casting a heavy shadow. “We need to make sure this engagement doesn’t happen. We’ll remind Yn where she truly belongs.”

The room buzzed with agreement. Each member of Blackbangtan and the girls shared a look of understanding. It wasn’t just a simple crush; it was an all-consuming need, a possessive hunger that wouldn’t be sated until they had Yn back where she belonged—with them.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened as he imagined the look of shock and fear that mingue would wear when he realized who he was dealing with. “We’re not letting anyone take her away,” he said, with such darkness in his tone making the room fall silent once more.

Rosé’s smile was as sharp as broken glass. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m tired of playing nice.”

The combined rage and obsession filled the room like a storm ready to break. They all knew one thing: whoever stood in their way, whether it was Yn’s parents, mingue or even Yn herself, would learn just how far they were willing to go to keep what was their

Unknown pov

Far from the blazing intensity of Blackbangtan’s fury, deep within the dim glow of a secluded room, another figure brooded in silence. The unknown man, whose presence was a constant specter in Yn’s life, sat in front of a large screen displaying surveillance footage. On the screen, a familiar figure with bright eyes and a hesitant smile walked through the cherry blossom garden—Yn. His Yn.

His fingers, adorned with rings that glinted under the soft light, drummed against the table. The news of her engagement, delivered moments ago by one of his loyal informants, echoed in his mind like a relentless taunt. The pristine silence of the room was shattered by the sudden crunch of glass as his hand closed around a nearby wine glass, shattering it effortlessly. Crimson drops fell from his cut palm, but he felt no pain—only a seething, possessive rage.

“How dare they?” he whispered, his voice a low, venomous hiss. The room seemed to shrink around him as his mind replayed the sight of Yn’s smile, oblivious to the plans others had made for her life. Plans that did not include him. His eyes, dark and stormy, gleamed with an unholy light.

With a calm that was almost eerie, he reached for his phone and dialed a number. On the other end, a voice answered promptly, “Yes, sir?”

“Find out everything about this mingue. Every secret, every weakness,” he said, each word precise and laced with menace. “Make sure he understands that he is trespassing on what is mine.”

“Yes, sir,” the voice replied, a hint of unease seeping through.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes never leaving the footage of Yn. She was sitting on a bench now, her head bowed, fingers clutching a delicate necklace that rested against her heart. The sight of her pained expression sent a twisted sense of satisfaction through him. She was troubled, unsure—good. It meant she hadn’t fully accepted this engagement, which meant there was still time to claim what was his.

“Yn,” he whispered softly, as if she could hear him through the screen, “you have no idea how far I’ll go to keep you close.”

A smile, cold and devoid of any warmth, curled on his lips as he envisioned the chaos that would ensue. He would tear apart her world piece by piece if it meant she would run to him, even in fear. For if he couldn’t have her love, her fear would be enough. He reveled in the knowledge that the bonds of fate were tightening around her, dragging her further into the dark, twisted path he had carved out for them.

“Let them think they can steal you away,” he muttered, the blood from his palm now dripping onto the floor, staining the wood. “They’ll soon learn that I don’t share.”

As the night deepened, the room grew colder, reflecting the darkness in his eyes. The world might see him as a phantom, a nameless shadow haunting her life, but soon enough, they would all know his name. And when that day came, Yn would understand that her heart was never hers to give—it had always belonged to him.

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