The Devil's Embrace [Jikook]

Chapter 7

JEON JUNGKOOK'S POV

I'm fucked.

I am so fucked.

I sit in my secluded lair, my eyes boring holes into the screen that showed footage of Jimin's life. It's way past 1:00 AM, hours after we had fucked. But I could still feel every moment of what had occurred earlier. I could still feel his hands softly trailing on my arms, body, and manhood. I could still feel his lips on mine. I could still hear his moans and whimpers. His soft, warm skin, I could still feel it against my palm.

The way his back was arched and how he was moaning as I had him from the back. Those kisses we shared, they ignited sparks between us. Our connection is definitely not just professional, and he knows that. But knowing Jimin, he's gonna insist that we are nothing more than CEO and secretary. How will I ever get in that office and do some work after Jimin and I fucked in there? The way his moans echoed in the office, I groaned at the thought.

I sigh and glance at my shaft. I'm hard, rock hard. Fuck Jimin for doing this to me.

For months, I've been following him. I've been chasing him, and I've been so drawn to him. Everything he did made me want him. This dark obsession I had— I thought it would vanish. Why do I want him more? I thought it would die down if ever something happened between us, but no, he's been on my mind since I got home.

"This is not normal." I mumble to myself. Is it normal to want a person so much? Is it normal to have such deep feelings for a person? Seeing him with someone else just converts those feelings into darkness, and I can't think straight.

As of now, there's nothing I want more than you have him in my arms. There's nothing I want more than to watch him fall asleep. There's nothing I want more than to wake up next to him. I know he's probably on his bed and thinking about how much he hates me, but that same hate he has fuels me to chase him even more.

I grab a picture that's pinned on the wall and stare at it. It was captured when he was in the park alone. The way his skin looks golden because of the sunset, that same skin had marks all over it right now because of me. I smirk at the thought.

"Fuck it." I said, getting off the chair quickly. I grab my black hoodie that rests on the armest of the chair, and I make my way out of this private room.

I walk out of the house and into my car. The ride his silent, and I'm a little fidgety. If I don't see him, I won't make it to tomorrow. I just need to see him, just this once. I need to touch him, just this once.

The ride to his complex is shorter in the darkness of the night. The roads are quite empty, too. I park on the building opposite the one he stays in and make my way across the street. Walking in, the security guard stops me quickly.

"Who are you? No one is allowed in here at this time of the night." The elderly man voices out. I smirk.

I pull back my hoodie hand and lower the mask I have on. He quickly backs away.

"My apologies, Mr Jeon. I didn't realize it was you." He says apologetically.

"No worries, you're doing a good job. Keep that up, and I might give you a raise. You're protecting my complex pretty well." I say with a slight smile to make the old man relax. I may be a jerk, but I do believe that every elderly person needs to be treated well and respected.

"I'm just doing my job, Sir." He says politely. I nod and continue my way inside the building.

Yes, it's mine. I didn't build it. I bought it because Jimin lives here. The things he makes me do, and he's unaware of it all. So basically, I'm his boss and landlord. How nice.