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𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 ғɪᴠᴇ

Returning to Seoul was a decision that you finally ended up in , given that it was the place where you spent your past years. Leaving your messed up past behind, you made the conscious choice to return to Seoul in order to breathe new life into your existence. Little did you know that this decision would change your life. For the good or bad. As you reconnected with an old friend from your past, you were introduced to his younger brother, whose presence became far more significant in your life in a twisted way than you thought.

Pairing : jungkook x reader

genre/au : a lot of angst, smut, killer!Jungkook, non idol au, violence.

Warnings : graphic depiction of violence and gore, lots of blood, mentions of rape, smut, sexual activity, toxic Jungkook, red flag Jungkook, psychopathic behavior red flag behavior, mentally disturbed characters, suicide, murder, depictions of torture, serial killing, lots of trauma, depression, criminal behavior, murderous tenancies, possible major character death, mentions child abuse and child pornography, unprotected sex, cumming, teasing, commitment issues.

Rating : only suitable for mature readers

Word count : 7.7k

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"FUCK THIS!!"

The outburst reverberated through the air, punctuated by the unmistakable sound of glass shattering into a thousand pieces. Taehyung, engrossed in cooking in the adjacent kitchen, abruptly abandoned his task and dashed towards Jungkook's bedroom.

"Kook, stop this," he implored urgently as he entered the room.

Jungkook, in a state of utter distress, was frantically tugging at his own hair with one hand, while the other was now marked by a deep, bleeding gash from the broken window pane. His actions of self-destruction mirrored the shattered glass surrounding him, reflecting the turmoil within his tortured soul.

"Kook, please, stop!" Taehyung repeated, his voice tinged with concern and compassion as he took in the scene before him.

Moving quickly, Taehyung took hold of Jungkook's injured arm to examine the severity of the wound. Jagged shards of glass had sliced through skin and muscle, causing blood to flow freely. "Stay here and don't move," he instructed softly but sternly, casting a sorrowful gaze upon his distraught friend.

Witnessing his brother in such a vulnerable, unhinged state stirred a deep ache within Taehyung's heart, amplifying the palpable sense of brokenness permeating the room. No matter what arrogant, selfish words Jungkook had thrown at you, dripping with denial and self-loathing, Jungkook knew he could not truly live without you by his side for even a second. You had become his entire world, whether he admitted it or not.

Taehyung tenderly dressed the wound, his gentle expression a stark contrast to Jungkook's stoic, shutdown expression that remained hauntingly unchanged despite the violent outburst. The room was consumed by a heavy, suffocating silence as Taehyung pondered why Jungkook seemed unable to accept the reality of the situation.

Despite his history of carelessly leaving a trail of one night stands in his wake, Jungkook now struggled to cope with the thought of one particular girl - you - willingly walking away from him. The one who had somehow, inexplicably, come to hold a special, coveted place in his heart. The only one who truly mattered to the man he had become.

After tending to the wound, Taehyung reached out and cupped Jungkook's cheeks, now streaked with glistening tear stains. It was a rare, soul-crushing sight to see the strong, unshakable Jungkook weeping openly. The sight of him shedding so many tears over you made Taehyung acutely aware of the depth of his pain and inner conflict.

"Kook, what she did was the right decision for her," Taehyung spoke softly, gently wiping away the tears with the pads of his thumbs. "She wanted a real family, something you once admitted you couldn't fully provide her with, no matter how much you cared for each other."

His eyes shone with a deep sadness as he studied his brother's anguished expression. "You have to let her find her own happiness now, Kook. Let her be with someone who can truly love her and share a lifetime together, the way you couldn't. It's the only way either of you can move on."

In that moment of raw vulnerability, Jungkook understood his hyung would always stand by his side, offering endless support and comfort through any challenges, no matter how far he fell. But even that realization could not dull the agonizing ache now gripping his heart.

"She's mine, hyung..." he rasped, voice cracked and weighted by despair. "I can't just stand by and watch her loving someone else, allowing another man to touch her and share her life. She loves me...she's obsessed with me, just like I am with her. I can't let her go, I can't..."

The denial and desperation were palpable as the first fragile cracks began shattering the deluded mindset Jungkook had constructed around your relationship and his toxic, possessive hold over you. Try as he might, he could no longer ignore the simple truth - that losing you meant losing a part of himself he could never regain.

And that truth terrified him to his very core.

“I need her, Hyung. Or I might die”

"It's been a long time, huh?"

Mingyu greeted you with a warm smile as he took a seat across from you at the small café table. Although you tried, it was difficult to return his friendly gesture with the same enthusiasm. This date wasn't really something you were excited about, but you felt like you needed it anyway.

He took a sip of his wine and as you asked, "How was your time in England?" This was the first you'd seen Mingyu since he had gone to study overseas. You thought he had settled there permanently, but he had crossed the ocean and come back, just for you. "It was a really good experience," he replied about his studies abroad.

After a pause, Mingyu seemed to notice your subdued expression and lack of energy. "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well? You don't look so good..." He leaned in with concern evident in his voice. He had good reason to worry - you looked like you had just crawled out of a grave.

"I'm fine. It's just...nothing," you said, trying to brush off his concern.

Mingyu raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing that something was bothering you. "We can reschedule the date if you need to rest," he offered considerately. Unlike Jungkook, Mingyu was always polite and put others' needs before his own. He truly valued relationships and cultivating love.

"I know...you're still hung up on Jungkook, aren't you?" Mingyu stated knowingly.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the mention of Jungkook's name. "How do you know about him?"

Mingyu gave you a sympathetic look. "Jennie told me everything about your past with him. Look, I don't care about any of that. You know your past doesn't define who you are..."

You cut him off, raising a finger. "I know, I know what you're going to say."

"What I'm saying is, I fully accept your past involvement with him," Mingyu continued earnestly. "If you could just try to move on from him...I'll be here to help you through it every step of the way. Remember when we were little kids? You said you would marry me one day."

He leaned closer, his hand reaching to gently take yours resting on the table. The soft candlelight made his features look warm and inviting, but your heart wouldn't let you appreciate their beauty.

A wave of nostalgia washed over you, memories of times when everything had been so simple and perfect in your youthful innocence. Before Jungkook...before the chaos and turmoil.

"You might have said it playfully back then," Mingyu said with a slight chuckle. "But a part of you has held onto the idea of us all this time, hasn't it?" He pointed to his chest. "I won't push you to move on right away before you're ready. But one day, when your mind is free from him...would you consider giving me a real chance? Giving us a chance?"

His hand finally took yours, holding it gently as if it were made of delicate glass. You were stunned into silence, your mind wanting to embrace the future Mingyu offered while your stubborn heart still desperately clung to its hold as 'Jungkook's girl.'

"I...I..." You struggled to find the words, unable to voice aloud the tangled knot of emotions inside you.

"Oh, don't rush yourself," Mingyu said soothingly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "We have all the time in the world ahead of us. Just think about the possibility of me, of us. We can spend more time together and rebuild our bond first. We'll only take that step into marriage after that, when you're absolutely sure."

He entwined his fingers with yours in a tender gesture of loving affection. You could feel the warmth and care he was pouring into the simple act, but you couldn't fully embrace and enjoy it due to the storm of doubts swirling in your mind. What if you eventually could let yourself move on with Mingyu? You knew you were giving him a glimmer of hope by not rejecting his suggestion outright. But you were also sure you likely wouldn't end up marrying Jungkook and living happily ever after...a reassuring thought amidst the turmoil. And you wanted, more than anything, to be capable of loving Mingyu far more than you still loved Jungkook.

"Really now, my temptress?"

Your eyes went saucer-wide as you suddenly found yourself staring at Jeon Jungkook himself, seated across from you in Mingyu's place. How was this possible?

"You're just going to rip me out of your heart and replace me? You seriously think that's possible?" He let out a sinister chuckle that felt like oppressive storm clouds surrounding you, heavy with the threat of a dark downpour.

His thumb traced over your lower lip in a practiced seductive gesture. "Oh my wildcat. You're mine. Forever and always. Get that through your naive little head before I have to fuck you back to your senses." His voice dropped to a possessive growl. "You're bound to me eternally, my beautiful temptress."

A sheen of cold sweat broke out on your forehead as you fought against the magnetic pull he still held over you, the burning desire to throw yourself into his arms and embrace his intoxicating warmth, even though you knew it would only end up scorching you once again. 'Stop...please,' you pleaded internally, but his seductive voice, sweet like poisoned honey, matched his tempting nature all too well.

You squeezed your eyes shut, gripping your pounding head in anguish and confusion as shards of sharp pain stabbed through your mind, your ears ringing loudly. Jungkook's disembodied voice echoed endlessly, chanting your name, only making the cyclone of tumultuous feelings churn wilder. Suddenly, mercifully, it all stopped - the voices, the pain, everything.

"(Y/N)?" A deeply concerned voice penetrated the silence.

You looked up from your trembling hands to see Mingyu gazing at you with worried eyes once more. "What happened? Oh god, you're drenched in sweat." He quickly grabbed a napkin and gently dabbed at your brow, brushing away the beads of perspiration. "Did you hear what I said?" His touch was feather-light as he wiped your forehead with such tender care and concern.

Swallowing hard against the lump that had formed in your throat when the haunting specter of Jungkook had appeared before you, taunting you with his presence even now, you struggled to push aside the experience as just another cruel trick of your mind making your lingering desires for him even worse to bear. You cleared your throat, putting on a facade of nonchalance as you decided to act like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"Yeah, I'm fine. What were you saying again?" you lied, your expression carefully composed into a mask of calmness despite the storm still raging within.

Mingyu seemed to accept your deflection, though his eyebrows knit together skeptically for a brief moment before smoothing out. "I was just asking if you want to keep going out on dates together like this. It's okay if you don't feel ready," he said gently, his voice warm and patient as he crumpled the used napkin.

It was time for you to make a firm decision and start truly turning the page on this chaotic chapter of your life, leaving Jungkook and the turmoil he represented behind you once and for all. Taking a steadying breath, you opened yourself up to embracing this potential fresh start that Mingyu offered so freely.

"I...think it's better if we do try keeping our dates going," you replied, finally voicing aloud the step you knew you needed to take, even if it still felt immensely difficult. A tentative smile found its way to your lips, this one genuine. "I'm ready to move forward.”

"I want him to feel immense, heart-shattering pain,"

Seojoon hissed venomously. Standing before his desk was Kim Namjoon, one of the most formidable hitmen in the criminal underworld and Seojoon's trusted ally. "Take whatever you need. He should suffer tremendously. He must pay for what he did to my brother Hajoon, and then some."

Namjoon's expression was cold and stony, devoid of any emotion or mercy. It was his trademark - no feelings, no compassion. His name alone struck fear into anyone who heard it. And his voice...you were as good as dead.

"It will be done," Namjoon replied, his tone as frigid as his gaze. "Have I ever failed to deliver the anguish you seek?"

Seojoon shook his head. "Never. That's why you're the only one I trust with a job this personal."

"Personal is meaningless to me. It's just business," Namjoon stated impassively. "But I will ensure he suffers as you wish, more than he can possibly imagine."

Clenching his fists, Seojoon's eyes burned with hatred. "That sniveling worm dared to lay hands on my own flesh and blood. He needs to pay the ultimate price."

Namjoon remained unmoved. "Death is too good for those who cross you. Suffering, prolonged anguish, that is the real punishment."

"Exactly," Seojoon said with agreedy nod. "I want him completely and utterly broken before the end. I want to see the light leave his eyes as hopelessness consumes him."

"Consider it done," Namjoon stated coolly. "I will make his torture an exquisite art form."

Seojoon seemed satisfied by this. "I know you will. Money is no object, you know that. I want you to go all out on this."

"I don't need your money," Namjoon rebuffed. "Fear and respect are all the payment I require."

"And you have more than earned both," Seojoon assured him with a wave of his hand. "Which is why I'm giving you carte blanche on this matter."

A faint, sinister smile played across Namjoon's lips. "Then prepare yourself to witness suffering like no other."

Seojoon leaned back, mirroring the smile. "I can't wait. And once you're done, that insect won't be the only one suffering..."

Namjoon gave a subtle nod. "As you wish. What's my actual role?"

"Oh, your part is finishing the little victim. My men will do the abduction and you'll do the slow, torture part. You'll get the opportunity. Soon," Seojoon stated vaguely. "My men are tracking Jungkook's every move. He has no idea the world of pain that awaits him."

"Good," Namjoon said flatly. "The element of surprise will make his despair that much sweeter."

An amused chuckle rumbled from Seojoon's throat. "You're a twisted one, my friend. No wonder they call you the Rap Monster."

Namjoon didn't react to the moniker. "It's an apt name. I am a monster, one who can spit lyrical venom just as effortlessly as I can make a man beg for death's embrace."

"Your reputation precedes you," Seojoon acknowledged. "Which is why despite our history, I wouldn't dream of crossing you myself."

A faint smirk ghosted across Namjoon's lips at the thinly veiled compliment. "Smart man. You know better than to make an enemy of me."

Namjoon's origins traced back to being a victim of a brutal child abduction when he was only five years old, torn from his family of parents and a six-month-old brother. His family was found dead by suicide, the baby the sole survivor.

As for Namjoon, he had to endure vicious abuse just to live another day in captivity. Sold from captor to captor, he eventually found his salvation by murdering his "owner." After that, he discovered his twin passions - becoming an underground rapper nicknamed "Rap Monster," and finding money, pleasure and pride in killing, earning him an eerie reputation in the underworld. Rap Monster - it defined him perfectly. A literal monster who could rap.

"He'll suffer, Seojoon. I'll make sure you witness it - him agonizing, lamenting, regretting the day he laid a finger on your brother. I'll let you see it with your own eyes," Namjoon stated with conviction.

Seojoon slid a blank check across the desk toward Namjoon. "I trust you, friend. Do whatever it takes."

But money meant nothing to Namjoon. He cared only about his reputation, about the fear that coursed through others' veins at the mere mention of his name. That's what he craved. "Who is the target?" he asked flatly, glancing up from the check.

"You'll find out when the time comes for action," Seojoon replied enigmatically. "Until then..." A cruel smile stretched across his lips. "Let Jungkook have his...happiness. So we can take that 'happiness' away."

Namjoon didn't need to know the details yet. The name and face of his next target were irrelevant until it was time to strike. All that mattered was that another soul was about to be extinguished by his hands.

"Very well," he said, pushing the blank check back across the desk, untouched. "Just give the order when you're ready. You know how to reach me."

As Namjoon turned to depart, Seojoon called after him. "One more thing..."

The hitman paused, glancing back impassively.

“Be careful. Jungkook is not your average guy,. Make it slow with the target" Seojoon instructed "This mission is important to Give him a lifetime of suffering crammed into his life."

The barest hint of a sadistic smile played across Namjoon's lips once more. "It will be my cruelest masterpiece yet."

With that, he turned and strode from the room, his mind already racing with the most artfully sadistic ways to carry out Seojoon's brutal request. His client would get to remember forever.

‘ Oh Jungkook. Find your happiness soon before I take it away’

"So the kitten started testing my limits, huh?" Jungkook spat out angrily, hissing like a wild animal. "YOU NEVER LEARN, DO YOU?"

He slammed a vase to the floor in a fit of rage, shattering it into pieces that scattered across the hardwood. Stomping towards the stairs, Jungkook headed straight for the main door, intent on leaving, before Taehyung quickly stepped into his path.

"Where are you going in this unhinged state?" Taehyung asked, his expression a mixture of worry and fear. Day by day, he could see Jungkook losing his grip on sanity more and more.

"To kill whoever is trying to take what's mine - my (Y/N)!" Jungkook's teeth were gritted, his eyes reddened by the fury burning in his chest like an uncontrolled wildfire.

Taehyung felt his own anger flare at Jungkook's obsessive possessiveness over you. "Are you insane, Kook? She's not some object for you to own! You're not going anywhere near her or this Mingyu guy. Let her live her own life instead of destroying it with your deranged jealousy!"

Yes, you had told Taehyung about Mingyu. But he wondered who the traitorous snake was that leaked this information to Jungkook. Hoseok - that little spy had to be the one.

"Step aside, hyung," Jungkook warned through gritted teeth, clinging to his last thread of rationality. "This is between me and my kitten. Don't make me go through you."

"No, it's not just between you two anymore," Taehyung stated firmly, planting himself like an immovable object blocking Jungkook's path. "I'm the reason you met her. I'm the reason she's miserable now because of your unhinged behavior. And it's my duty to protect her from the monster you've become. So I'm telling you - step back and get a grip before you do something even worse!"

Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief at his hyung's resistance and harsh words. The monster inside him raged and clawed to be unleashed. "YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

In the next moment, Taehyung's palm met Jungkook's cheek with a harsh, stinging slap that jerked Jungkook's head violently to the side. His hyung...had just struck him across the face. Hot, shameful tears spilled from Jungkook's eyes as he recoiled from the blow, clutching his throbbing cheek. But the ache in his heart hurt a million times worse than the lingering sting on his skin. His hyung, who had never harmed him even with words or harsh looks before, had just hit him.

The slap seemed to momentarily shock Jungkook out of his unhinged fury. He looked at Taehyung with a mix of hurt, anger, and dawning realization at how far he had fallen. This wasn't him...this obsessive, violent persona was a twisted, warped version of himself that he could scarcely recognize anymore.

Seeing Jungkook's tear-streaked face, guilt bloomed in Taehyung's heart at having to resort to physical force against his brother . But he tried to shrug it off. Because he knew, deep down, that he had done the right thing to hopefully shake some sense into Jungkook before he did something unforgivable and ruined multiple lives forever.

"You're not the same person I once knew and cared about," Taehyung said, his voice catching with a hint of mournful regret. "This deranged, possessive behavior...it's like you're a complete stranger."

Jungkook flinched as if those words cut deeper than the slap. His shoulders slumped as the weight of his hyung's words crushed what little remained of his raging anger into a simmering resentment and shame.

"I never wanted this..." Jungkook muttered, more to himself than Taehyung. He stared unseeingly at the shattered remains of the vase on the floor, feeling just as broken inside. "I never wanted to become this..She's making me go crazy, Hyung."

How had things spiraled so disastrously out of control? When had his unrelenting need to possess you completely smothered all reason, logic and his own core values? Jungkook's mental haze began to clear just enough for him to recognize how monstrous his behavior had truly become.

But it was already too late, wasn't it? He had pushed away the very person who had always looked out for his best interests, all for the obsessive desire to make you his - no matter how much he had to break you in the process.

"You made me do this," Taehyung said softly, glancing down at his own stinging hand before meeting Jungkook's eyes again. "I didn't want to...but you left me no choice."

With those words hanging heavy in the air, Taehyung brushed past the devastated Jungkook and stormed off, leaving his baby brother to wrestle with the consequences he had brought upon himself through his twisted obsession.

“ Hyung just slapped me”

Everything felt unbearably heavy - the bed, your head, your heart. 'Am I doing the right thing? Did I make the right choice leaving him behind? Or am I just causing trouble for Mingyu?'

You wrestled with the doubts and regrets that had been plaguing you constantly since walking away from Jungkook. 'I don't want to hurt Mingyu. I won't hurt him. I won't let my troubled state over my lost love affect him.'

Despite your inner turmoil, you knew you still loved Jungkook fiercely. 'I freaking love him. God...I love him. Why can't I let him go? He's probably doing just fine without me, maybe even sleeping with some girl.' Your heart clenched painfully at the thought. 'Why can't I move on? Why can't I replace him with Mingyu?'

You berated yourself for the questions. You had made your decision, as agonizing as it was, to escape the toxic cycle with Jungkook. 'I want to listen to my parents for once, do what pleases them. But I can't bear to hurt Mingyu's kind soul in the process.'

Your swirling thoughts made tears spill down your cheeks yet again. You had cried more these past few weeks than your whole life combined after leaving Jungkook behind.

A knock at the door pulled you from your reverie. You quickly sat up, wiping the tear streaks and trying to compose yourself before opening it.

"Dad. What is it?" You mustered up a faint smile.

"Mingyu is here to see you," your father replied. "Should I tell him to come up or would you prefer to meet him elsewhere?"

Already an emotional wreck, you shook your head. "It's fine, have him come up. I'm...not feeling up to going out right now."

Your father's concerned look told you he recognized your fragile state, but he simply nodded before departing.

Mingyu entered moments later, sharply dressed as always. He carefully took a seat beside you, eyes studying your face.

"Talk to me, (Y/N). I can see something is weighing you down," he said softly. "I miss your smile, your cheerful spirit...when will I get my bright girl back?"

You felt your eyes well up again at his tender words. "I'm still me, Mingyu. I just...I need some more time."

"I know, my love. And I'm here for you every step of the way. I'll be whatever you need me to be - a shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, or a quiet supportive presence."

He reached out, cradling your face in his warm palms. His thumbs gently brushed away the fresh tears spilling over.

"Don't think for a second that I'll judge you. I could never," he murmured. "No matter how troubled your past is or what demons you're battling from your relationship with...him. I accept all of you. Because I love you deeply, (Y/N)."

A sob escaped your lips at his loving declaration. This was why you had to try to move forward, to fight for this kind, devoted man.

"I want to let my past go. I want to let him go," you forced out in a trembling whisper. "But it's...not that simple. He still has a hold over my heart that I can't seem to break."

Mingyu pulled you into his reassuring embrace, stroking your hair soothingly.

"We'll get through this together, step-by-step. Have patience and be kind to yourself. One day, you'll be able to look at me and only see me. I'll be here, cherishing you always."

As you relaxed into his arms, his figure briefly morphed into your lost love's familiar form, smiling tenderly. You blinked and it was Mingyu again, but you couldn't shake the feeling that a piece of your heart would eternally belong to Jungkook, despite your choice to leave.

As Mingyu's arms enveloped you, offering solace, your mind began slipping into the familiar fantasy of your Jungkook holding you. You closed your eyes and surrendered to it, letting the intoxicating vision consume your senses.

I'm a process, you slowly leaned in, sharing your first kiss with Mingyu. But for you, it was your familiar kiss with your love, Jungkook.

His phantom hands trailed over your body in a lover's caress, igniting smoldering sparks wherever they roamed. You could almost feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your neck as spectral lips brushed along your skin reverently. His gravelly voice seemed to whisper ardent endearments into your ear, making your heart swell achingly.

"I need you so much," you whimpered, momentarily forgetting this was just an illusion.

"I'm here and I'm yours. Always," his silken tones promised as you imagined his mouth trailing lower, worshiping every inch of you with adoring kisses.

You arched into the phantom caresses, drowning in the depth of sensations only Jungkook had ever mastered evoking. Rational thought and your surroundings faded away as you entirely surrendered to the erotic fantasy.

When Jungkook's hands and mouth found their way between your thighs, your mind transcended into a world of blissful oblivion. For those heated moments, it truly felt like your lost love reclaiming you, possessing you utterly as only he ever could. You cried out shamelessly, back arching off the bed as relentless waves of indescribable ecstasy consumed you.

"Mine!" A moan ripped from your lips in a guttural moan as you shattered apart, spinning uncontrollably through the throes of rapture. "Always...yours..."

Long, hazy moments passed before you slowly drifted back to reality, boneless and spent in Mingyu's arms. Your harsh, ragged breaths slowly evened out, cheeks flushed and skin beaded with a sheen of sweat. You curled against Mingyu's chest, bestowing tender, adoring kisses across his skin.

"I love you," you murmured groggily, still half-trapped in your fantasy of making love to Jungkook . "Always and forever, my love..."

Mingyu cradled you close, stroking your disheveled hair as he swallowed hard against the lump in his throat. It gutted him to hear you profess eternal love for the man who had ruined you, the man you had courageously walked away from. But he would weather this storm just as he had every other, with infinite patience and compassion.

This was merely another hurdle to overcome on your path to healing, to letting Jungkook fully go. He pressed the softest, most reverent kiss to your brow.

"And I love you, my beautiful angel," he whispered fervently. "More than you can ever comprehend or imagine. I will cherish you until my last dying breath, shower you with adoration to slowly wash away his stain on your heart."

You were already dozing off, physically and emotionally spent. But somewhere in your drifting subconscious, you registered Mingyu's loving promise. Perhaps someday soon, you could open your eyes and only see him - your caring, devoted soulmate who had picked up the shattered pieces to put you back together again.

For as much as part of you still stubbornly, masochistically clung to the memory of your Jungkook's intoxicating passion...you knew Mingyu's endless well of pure, uplifting love was what you needed to be reborn. And inwardly, you vowed to stop resisting and start embracing that love without reservation. One step at a time.

"Don't hit it like that, bro. You got some kinda fucked up grudge against that punching bag or what?"

Hoseok's words barely registered as he watched Jungkook absolutely manhandling the heavy bag. Sweat poured down the younger man's face and sculpted torso, glistening in the low light of the dingy gym. Each bone-jarring impact made the chains suspending the bag groan from the sheer force behind Jungkook's strikes.

With a feral grunt of exertion, Jungkook transitioned into a blistering combination - jab, cross, hook, uppercut - over and over again without relenting. The bag's worn material started fraying more with each punishing blow.

Jungkook didn't even spare a glance at Hoseok lounging in the corner, the tattooed man's lean frame splayed lazily in a battered armchair. He just kept wailing on the bag with unbridled fury, knuckles growing redder and more abraded until they started weeping beads of crimson.

"Yo, what's eating you, man?" Hoseok tried again, swigging from his beer can. "Spit it out already."

He punctuated his words by crumpling the empty aluminum noisily and tossing it aside in a careless arc. Tilting his head back, Hoseok took up a posture of indifferent ease - legs kicked out wide, one arm draped over the chair's torn upholstery.

"She's. Fucking. Engaged!"

Each word was a savage utterance torn from Jungkook's throat and emphasized by a blow powerful enough to make the heavy bag jump violently on its chain mounts. Finally, with one last devastatingly vicious punch, the aged material simply exploded in a plume of sand as the bag's seams ruptured apart.

Jungkook staggered back a step, chest heaving like winded bull's from the exertion. His knuckles were split open and trickling rivulets of blood down his forearms now.

Hoseok's brows hiked upwards as he cracked open another beer with a hiss of escaping carbonation. "Whoa, (Y/N)? Thought she was just a fling or something to scratch an itch." He shook his head in disbelief. "Never figured you for the type to get this bent outta shape over a girl, Kook."

With a snarl of incoherent rage, Jungkook turned and delivered a visceral kick to the shredded bag's remnants, sending a plume of dust and sand exploding outwards. Not even pausing, he pivoted and brutally wrenched a fresh heavy bag off the wall mounts, instantly resuming his unrelenting assault.

"Get bent outta shape?" he spat out between impacts that made the chains quiver and groan dangerously. "She's fucking annihilating me from the inside! Ripping me into pieces!"

The new bag jumped and swung violently with the force of his blows, stuffing already beginning to leak from split seams. Sweat flew from Jungkook's face and hair with each untamed, full-body rotation into his strikes.

"And I swear on my life, the scumbag piece of shit who had the audacity to put a ring on her finger is going to suffer an agonizing death!"

Hoseok gave a low whistle at the crazed look blazing in Jungkook's eyes, like that of a rabid dog foaming at the mouth. "Easy, bro...you're gonna break your damn hands before too long. Pretty sure your knuckles are already hamburger meat." He nodded towards the smears of red now streaking the new bag in macabre patterns.

But Jungkook was well past listening or caring about any pain. A switch had been flipped, unleashing the savage beast within that lived for blood and violence.

"I can't just sit idly by while another man dares to stake his claim on what's mine!" he roared, each word punctuated by a blow that made the entire heavy bag rig shudder violently. "Not while there's still air in my lungs!"

His breathing quickly turned feral, harsh growls and snarls ripping from his throat in time with the frenzied combinations he battered the bag's bulging surface. Sweat flew in arcing streamers with every pivot and twist of his body.

"Well...shit, bro," Hoseok finally spoke up again, pausing to take a long pull from his beer. "Why don't you just put a bullet in the bastard then and get your fucking girl back?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, as if idly discussing directions rather than a brutal murder.

Jungkook's only response was a guttural roar of fury, launching into a blinding flurry of strikes that split the second bag wide open, spraying them both with a plume of dust and sand. Chest heaving, nostrils flaring, he staggered back from the wreckage, hands clenched into fists so tightly the knuckles went white.

"I can't," he gritted out through bared teeth after dragging air back into his lungs. "Taking him out directly will only make this whole fucked situation even worse. Trust me...if I could, he'd already be rotting six feet under."

"Fair point," Hoseok acknowledged with a somber nod. "Then I guess it's time to pull out the old mind games, yeah? Work that psychological mastery of yours, really fuck with the guy before you finish him."

A cruel smirk slowly twisted Jungkook's bloodied lips at those words. He started nodding slowly, heavily, some of the frenzied gleam fading from his eyes.

"Been trying, but she's not letting me in," he finally rasped out, voice hoarse and shredded from his exertions. "That fiery little wildcat has been shutting me out completely. I've tried every fucking way to reach"

The corner of his smirk twitched downwards, anger rekindling in his obsidian gaze. His split knuckles ached with every clench and release.

"I can't keep doing this," he snarled, body visibly trembling like a man haunted. "I need her in my arms again. I need to feel her, taste her, breathe her in until I'm drowned in her essence! Fuck!" He whirled away, venting his frustrations with a few more punishing kicks to the bag's obliterated remains.

When he finally turned back, there was a look in Jungkook's eyes that made the hair prickle on the back of Hoseok's neck - a dark, smoldering, feral hunger behind those depthless pools.

"Damn, looks like that little kitten's got you by the balls, dude," he remarked, unable to keep a note of unease from his tone. "She's burrowed herself a nice little permanent den inside that head of yours, hasn't she?"

But Jungkook didn't respond to his friend's words, seeming not to even register them. Instead, a slow, sinister smile began curving those battered lips in a taunting sneer that made Hoseok's stomach churn unpleasantly.

Jungkook stalked forward with a predator's casual, rolling gait until he was looming over the seated man. Hoseok instinctively shrank back as Jungkook leaned down, the younger man's proximity forcing him to hold his breath against the thick, cloying reek of sweat and blood.

"Guess I'll just have to go pay my little wildcat a visit then," Jungkook purred in a sultry tone gone unmistakably unhinged. His twisted smile stretched wider, sending a fresh trickle of perspiration itching down Hoseok's spine.

"Yeah...that sounds like a good time. Teach her who her real daddy is so she'll stop forgetting her place."

The vicious, vindictive promise lacing Jungkook's words left no ambiguity about the sinister intent behind his "visit." Despite the scorching summer heat outside, Hoseok felt a chill go lancing through his core.

"Fuck," was all he could croak out, head spinning and stomach churning sickly. "Just...don't lose yourself in the game, Kook. Don't become the very monster you're trying to destroy."

But the hollow, mocking chuckle Jungkook gave while straightening back to his full height told Hoseok everything he needed to know - it was already far, far too late for that.

It had been an exhausting day, yet filled with joyous celebration as the Kim and Ahn families officially united through your engagement to Mingyu. After an extended family dinner, you were utterly drained to the bone as you finally retired to your room.

Mingyu had been your unwavering rock of support through all the turmoil and upheaval. His steady presence and unconditional love were major factors in helping you slowly regain your genuine smile in recent times. You have been able to find authentic moments of happiness and lightness more frequently these days.

However, as you entered your room and flipped on the lights, your eyes landed on a tall, imposing figure standing in the shadows across the space. It was Jungkook, the man you had walked away from, appearing like a specter of your past.

Before you could react, he closed the distance in several long strides and firmly captured your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath away. As he finally broke away, his voice dripped with unrestrained hunger and longing.

"Fuck. How much I've missed this…”

“Stop!” You pushed him away.”You should not be here, and how did you get here?” You were partially frightened at the thought of you giving yourself to him in a vulnerable moment.” You don't give me orders. And climbing up is nothing”

Your heart pounded rapidly as Jungkook advanced on you, the man you had walked away from invading your space so brazenly. Despite your best efforts to move on, he still stroked those familiar flames of desire low in your belly just with his presence alone.

"Jungkook, please...you need to leave," you managed in a tremulous voice, mustering every ounce of willpower. "I'm engaged to Mingyu now. We're starting a new life together."

You held up your hand, letting the glittering diamond on your ring finger catch the light - a reminder of your commitment. But Jungkook merely scoffed at the symbolic gesture, his obsidian eyes blazing with possession and hunger.

"Some shiny rock doesn't change a damn thing," he growled lowly, backing you up against the wall. "You'll always be mine, kitten. No matter who tries to tame you."

His mouth crashed over yours in a searing, demanding kiss that obliterated your protests. You whimpered against his lips, equal parts arousal and shame coursing through you as your treacherous body instinctively arched into his solid frame. This man had utterly ruined you, branding his ownership on your very soul.

Somehow you managed to tear your mouth free, chest heaving. "Jungkook, stop! I can't...I won't do this anymore. You need to respect my engagement!"

For a long moment, he simply stared at you with that predatory, smoldering gaze that always made you weak in the knees. Then, uncannily tuned into your body's reactions, his fingers deftly found the zipper at the back of your dress. You gasped as he slowly inched it downwards.

"You think so, baby?" His voice had dropped an octave, dripping with dark, melted chocolate promise. "Your greedy little pussy says otherwise. I know the truth..."

With one deft tug, the dress parted and slipped off your shoulders in a whispering caress, pooling shamelessly at your feet. You shivered at the feeling of his heated gaze raking over your exposed figure, stoking your arousal to fever pitch despite your desperation to resist. Jungkook pressed even closer, allowing you to feel every rigid inch of him straining against the confines of his pants.

"The ring means nothing," he murmured in a low, graveled purr against the sensitive curve of your neck. "This leaking little cunt is what proves you're still mine."

Your breath hitched at the wicked caress of his tongue laving over your thundering pulse point. The cruel, possessive truth in his words made your thighs clench with undeniable need. As much as you had tried to fight it, Jungkook's hold over you was inescapable...at least for tonight.

"Please..." you finally whimpered in a broken tone of bittersweet surrender. "Just… Go…” for which Jungkook didn't respond

“Please, Jungkook..." You tried to muster firmness in your voice, despite your body's visceral reaction to his intoxicating proximity. "You need to go. This isn't right."

You shakily bent down to retrieve your fallen dress, using the motion to put some space between your traitorous form and his. Wrapping the garment protectively around yourself, you lifted your chin to meet his smoldering gaze steadily.

"I meant what I said. I'm engaged to Mingyu now. We're building a life together - a healthy, loving life. This...this toxic, obsessive bond you and I have, it can't continue. It will only destroy me utterly in the end."

Jungkook's full lips twisted into a mocking sneer at your words. "Don't lie to yourself, kitten. You'll never be free of me, of what we have. No matter what pretty little prison you try to build."

He took a purposeful step forward, his intense presence overwhelming. You held your ground, struggling not to crumple beneath the weight of his stare and the cyclone of roiling desire and dread it awoke.

"Maybe not," you admitted in a small voice. "Maybe some insane, masochistic part of me will always burn for you, for the way you make me feel so alive yet so utterly destroyed."

A fleeting look of surprised respect flickered across Jungkook's harsh features at your moment of brutal self-awareness. His eyes searched yours intently for a long moment before he gave a curt nod.

"Good. At least you're being honest with yourself finally." His tone held a strange gentleness. "Keep clawing for that light, kitten. As twisted as our bond is, I don't ever want to see it snuff out that beautiful fire inside you."

Then, as abruptly as he'd appeared, Jungkook turned on his heel and headed for the doors, leaving you to stare after him with bewildered tears pricking your eyes. Just when you thought you had him figured out, he showed you glimpses of something deeper, more complex behind that shattered, obsessive exterior.

Still, you could only pray this was the last time he tried to pull you back into the darkness with him. Your priority now was fostering the new, tender roots you had started putting down with Mingyu. No matter how violently the flames for Jungkook still scorched you at times, you had to strangle them out.

It was the only way to survive and finally blossom into the woman you desperately wanted - and needed - to become.

As Jungkook reached the apartment, he didn't forget to notice the eerie feeling he had at the back of his neck. Like something isn't right. Reaching the doorknob, he noticed it was already open, but the lights were off. ‘Hyung forgot to lock the door?? No he's not that careless’. Something felt unsettling in his stomach as he gently pushed open the door. No sign of anyone.

“Hyung?” He called into the darkness, his words wet with nothingness. “HYUNGG!”He raised his voice. ‘What the hell’. He turned on the lights to see.. Blood. Smeared on the pristine tiles? “HYUNG” panic rushed into his veins as he ran to every room, trying to find him. What if he's lying injured somewhere. He searched every corner. No sign of Taehyung.

“Oh no. Please no no no no.. He's innocent.. Please” He hopelessly kneeled on the bloody floor, tears rolled down his cheek as he had no idea how to overcome the pain in his chest and this increasing worry wondering if Taehyung is okay or where the hell he is. In dire need of help, Jungkook's mind reminded him of that one name. The one who could help. He quickly reached his phone, his chest panting and voice broken as a frantic sob left his lips. The person on the other side picked up.

“Yoongi,Hyung is missing”

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