Stepbrother's Obsession

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Taehyung opens his eyes slowly, his head feeling fuzzy and disoriented. As he looks around, he realizes he's still on the ground, the same place he was when he lost consciousness. Slowly, the memories start to come back to him, and he remembers everything that happened before he passed out.

He sits up quickly, a wave of panic and anger washing over him. He looks around desperately, searching for any sign of Jungkook, but he doesn't see him anywhere.

Taehyung stands up, his head still spinning slightly from the effects of the injection. He looks around and notices that the house is empty, all the maids, servants, and guards seemingly having fled in fear of Taehyung's wrath.

"F*cking cowards," he mutters under his breath, his anger growing with every passing moment.

He clenches his fists, feeling a surge of anger and frustration. He doesn't know where Jungkook is, and the people who work for him have just abandoned him. He's all alone now, with no one to turn to for help.

Taehyung sits down on a chair, his head in his hands. He begins to cry, tears streaming down face.

"This can't be happening... I have to find him. I have to find Jungkook. He's my everything, my reason for everything. How could this happen? How could I let this happen? F*ck, I'm such a useless, weak piece of sh*t." he mumbling incoherently to himself

He continues to sob, his body shaking with anger and despair. He feels helpless and alone, his worst fears coming true. He doesn't know where to start looking for Jungkook, and the more he thinks about it, the more terrified he becomes.

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Jungkook slowly opens his eyes, his vision still blurry from the effects of the injection. He looks around, disoriented and confused, only seeing a small, cramped room.

"Where am I...?" he mumbles to himself, his voice still hoarse from crying earlier.

He tries to sit up, but he feels a sharp pain in his arm, reminding him of the injection. He groans, rubbing the spot where he got injected, looking around again, trying to remember how he ended up here.

He tries to recall the last thing he remembers, but it's all a blur. He vaguely remembers Taehyung being there, holding him and trying to shield him from something. But everything after that is fuzzy and unclear.

Jungkook rubs his head, trying to shake off the last remnants of drowsiness.

"Where am I...?" he asks aloud, his voice still a whisper. "What's going on...?"

Jungkook goes to the door and starts banging on it, tears streaming down his face. He tries to call out, hoping someone will hear him.
"Help! hyung! Can anyone hear me?! Let me out!"

But there's no response. No one comes. The room stays silent, only broken by Jungkook's sobs and his continued banging on the door.

Then, Jungkook's breath starts coming in short gasps, his chest tightening. He realizes he's having an asthma attack, and he desperately needs his inhaler.

"Hyung...! hyung......! help! He tries to call out, his voice becoming more urgent and panicked.

Jungkook's breathing continues to grow more labored, the attack getting worse. He tries to push through it, but his body can't handle it any longer. He collapses to the ground, losing consciousness once more.

Just then, Sang-woo walks into the room, his smirk widening as he sees Jungkook lying on the ground unconscious.

"Looks like your precious Jungkook is all mine now, Taehyung. You were too weak to protect him, so he's mine now. He's more helpless than ever, and there's nothing you can do about it." sang-woo said and laugh.

Sang-woo picks up Jungkook's limp body, cradling him in his arms like a fragile doll.

"Well, it's time to say goodbye to korea, little Jungkook. You're coming with me to Paris tonight. Far, far away from your useless, weak hyung."

Sang-woo chuckles to himself as he walks out of the room with Jungkook in his arms.

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To be continue.....