Attraction to obsession

Brazen

Bela, a three year old girl, sat on the floor, her little fingers gripping the toy tightly as she played, her giggles filling the air. She was alone in the spacious room, blissfully unaware of anything but her joy. Her innocence painted the room with a calm that was disrupted when, without warning, the toy was yanked from her hands.

Startled, Bela's eyes widened as she looked up, her tiny heart racing. A boy, about nine years old, stood before her with an angry glare. His dark eyes pierced through her, and he gripped the toy like it was his prized possession.

Little JK: How many times have I told you not to touch my toys, Bela?.

He roared, his voice filled with irritation.

Bela stood up, her small face filled with confusion. She stared at the toy in his hand, her eyes welling up with tears. She didn’t understand why he was so angry. She hadn’t meant to do anything wrong.

Bela: I'm sorry.

She said, her voice soft and babyish, the words barely escaping her lips as she tried to calm him.

The little Jungkook scoffed at her apology, the toy still held firmly in his hand.

Little JK: Sorry doesn’t fix anything.

He sneered, his face dark with anger.

Bela’s lower lip stuck out, her fingers reaching out to take the toy back from him.

Bela: Oppa, let me play with it, please. I’ll give it back, I promise.

She pleaded, her voice soft and unclear but full of hope.

But instead of giving in, jungkook’s anger seemed to grow. His eyes flared with frustration, and he yanked her hands away harshly.

Little Jk: You won’t listen, right?.

He growled, before pushing her with all his strength. Bela cried out as she fell backward onto the hard floor with a sharp thud, her elbow scraping against the rough surface. The pain was instant, and the tears flooded her eyes as she held her injured arm.

The sound of her cries echoed in the room. In the midst of her pain, a voice echoed through the room, a harsh tone slicing the tension.

Mr jeon: Jungkook!.

It was his father. His footsteps were quick and furious as he stormed toward them, his expression one of fury. He scooped Bela up into his arms, cradling her gently as he whispered soothing words to calm her.

Mr jeon: Don’t cry, Bela. It’s okay, I’m here, baby.

He rocked her back and forth, his gaze now fixated on the wound on her elbow. His expression darkened with anger.

Mr jeon: Jungkook, what’s wrong with you?,

He snapped, his voice shaking with frustration.

Mr jeon: Why did you push her like that? Is this what I taught you?.

Jungkook's face twisted in a mix of defiance and irritation, shot back.

Little Jk: But, Dad, it was her fault!, You know I don’t like when someone touch my things. She always touches my toys when she comes here. Last time she broke one of them,

His voice was venomous.

Little Jungkook: And now she..."

Before he could finish, his father interrupted, his tone firm and authoritative.

Mr jeon : So what?, You have plenty of toys. Just because one of them broke doesn’t give you the right to hurt her. And what’s wrong with her playing with your toys? Don’t you think you should share?.