Your name. Your laugh. The way your eyes crinkle when you smile. Jungkook had memorized it all.

He never meant to become like this. At least, not at first. He wasn’t the type to obsess. He wasn’t the type to stalk. But then… you happened. And suddenly, obsession wasn’t a choice—it was the only option.

He watched you now from across the room, invisible in the shadows of the crowded party. The soft amber lights of the rooftop bar painted your skin in gold. Your red dress clung to your body in ways that made Jungkook clench his fists. You didn’t even notice his stare—not anymore. Not after he stopped texting you. Not after you pulled away.

But Jungkook had never pulled away. He simply learned how to hide his desire better. At least, until now.

Because now, you were touching another man’s arm. Smiling at his joke. Laughing too much, leaning too close.

That man—tall, pretty, far too confident—was nothing. And yet, Jungkook could feel rage boiling in his chest, crawling up his spine like barbed wire. His jaw ticked. He didn’t blink.

“You’ve forgotten who you belong to,” he whispered under his breath.

You weren’t his girlfriend. Not officially. You hadn’t even kissed him—just a few glances, lingering touches, quiet conversations that meant everything to him and nothing to you.

He’d waited. Patiently. But you were slipping away.

And he wasn’t going to let you.

---

You didn’t notice the way Jungkook’s eyes followed your every move. You were too busy enjoying the night. The air was warm, the city lights glittered below, and for once, your heart didn’t feel so heavy.

The guy beside you—Mark—was charming in a gentle way. Not your usual type, but tonight, you needed distraction. Ever since Jungkook stopped talking to you without warning a few weeks ago, something in you cracked. You didn’t know what you’d done. One day he was warm and kind; the next, he disappeared.

So, you moved on.

“I’m glad you came out tonight,” Mark said, brushing his hand against yours. “You’ve been smiling more.”

You smiled again, but this time it felt a little forced.

In the shadows, Jungkook noticed.

He always noticed.

---

He followed you home.

Not too close. Not too far. Always quiet.

You lived on the fourth floor of an old apartment building. The kind with no cameras in the stairwell. He’d memorized the layout. He knew where the floor creaked. Knew the exact sound of your keys when they jingled in your hand.

Tonight, your laugh echoed down the hall. Mark was with you. Jungkook's blood turned to ice.

He clenched the knife in his jacket pocket—not meant for you, no. He’d never hurt you.

Just him.

Mark.

---

“Thanks for walking me up,” you said softly.

Mark scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, uh, no problem. Listen, would it be weird if I asked you out sometime?”

You paused. You weren’t ready. But maybe… maybe you needed this.

“Let me think about it,” you said with a small smile.

“Of course.” He stepped back, giving you space. “Goodnight.”

He left. You turned to unlock your door.

You didn’t see the figure waiting at the end of the hallway.

---

The knock came thirty minutes later.

You had just showered, your skin warm and damp in your robe. You paused in front of the door, confused. You weren’t expecting anyone.

You opened it without thinking.

And froze.

Jungkook stood there.

But not the Jungkook you remembered.

His shirt was black, stained darker at the collar and sleeves. His eyes were wild—glinting with something dangerous, something broken. His lip was cut. Blood smeared across his knuckles. His breathing was heavy.

You stumbled back. “Jungkook?”

He stepped inside without asking.

You backed away, heart pounding. “W-What happened to you?”

He shut the door behind him slowly. The click of the lock echoed in your bones.

“You smiled at him,” he whispered.

“What?”

“You laughed at his jokes. You let him touch you.”

You stared at him, horrified. “Jungkook, what did you do?”

He stepped closer. “You let him walk you home.”

“Where is he?” you asked, voice trembling.

Jungkook smiled—and it chilled you to your core.

“He won’t be bothering you anymore.”

You covered your mouth, stumbling back into the wall. “You’re insane.”

He reached for you. You slapped his hand away. “Get out!”

But he didn’t flinch. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, I do! Leave before I call the police!”

His voice dropped lower, laced with something soft and deadly. “You won’t. You wouldn’t risk losing me forever.”

You hesitated.

And he saw it.

That’s all it took.

He was in front of you in an instant, grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head. You struggled, panicked, but he was stronger. Too strong.

“I loved you,” he growled. “I watched you. I waited. I protected you from everything. And this is how you repay me?”

You thrashed, tears spilling. “You’re hurting me—!”

“No,” he whispered, leaning in, his forehead pressed against yours. “I’m saving you. From them. From yourself.”

You were trembling. Your robe slipped from your shoulder, exposing soft skin he’d only seen in dreams. His eyes darkened.

“I didn’t want to be this person,” he whispered. “But you made me.”

Silence fell.

Then his lips crushed into yours—brutal, desperate, tasting of blood and need.

You whimpered into the kiss, but he didn’t stop. His body pressed against yours, suffocating and overwhelming.

And yet…

Something inside you stirred. Fear. But also heat. Longing. Rage.

You hated him.

But your body betrayed you.

And he knew.

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To Be Continued...

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