Jungkook sat rigid in his cabin, the photo clutched in his hand. Around him, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi – the only men who dared withstand his rages – watched him with grim resignation. His aura was black as pitch.
Hoseok finally broke the silence. “Jungkook, you have to stop. Don’t you *understand* Taehyung is gone. You lost him because of your own arrogance, your own blind stupidity for all these years.”
Yoongi added, his voice flat, “Mr. Kim won’t even let you *look* at him now. Don’t throw yourself into this fire.”
Jungkook didn’t look at them. He stared at the photo, his jaw working. “Mr. Kim broke things off. That doesn’t mean it’s over. It’s just… the beginning. It *can’t* be over.” He finally lifted his head, eyes burning. “He was promised to me. I will never let him go. He was mine before, he *is* mine, and he will stay mine forever!”
He spat the last sentence, a guttural roar that vibrated in the room. He looked back at the photo. “Sweetheart… No one can separate you from me. Not his father, not anyone. *Not even God*.”
He surged to his feet and stormed out, leaving Hoseok and Yoongi to exchange exhausted sighs.
“It’s bad,” Hoseok said quietly.
“It’s very bad,” Yoongi echoed.
“I pity Taehyung,” Hoseok continued, shaking his head. “Jungkook’s going to cage him again.”
“Don’t say that,” Yoongi said, a flicker of protest in his voice. “Jungkook loved that boy for years.”
“Love doesn’t have fear, Yoongi. Jungkook is so obsessed with Taehyung that he’ll hurt him every single time. He’s not even safe with him!”
Yoongi pursed his lips, a thin line of worry. He knew Jungkook was consumed by Taehyung. But did that mean he loved him?
Hoseok pressed on, his voice raw with concern. “What if Taehyung doesn’t love him back? What will Jungkook do then? Force him? Rape him? Lock him up in this mansion?”
Yoongi didn’t answer. He didn’t *want* to answer. He knew Jungkook was losing his grip, that his obsession was twisting into something monstrous. He just… didn't know what to do.