Chapter 34: CRIMSON OBSESSION

 

The Clash

Jimin had barely processed Taehyung’s words when the air shifted. The heavy silence of the warehouse crackled with something electric—an unspoken promise of violence. Every instinct in Jimin’s body screamed that something was coming, something dangerous. He barely had time to react before the shadows near the entrance moved, a blur of motion too fast for the human eye to catch.

Then—

Bang!

A single shot rang out, the echo bouncing off the high metal walls. The bullet struck the ground mere inches from Taehyung’s polished shoes, kicking up a spray of dust. The guards tensed instantly, hands reaching for their weapons, but Taehyung didn’t flinch. Instead, he let out a quiet chuckle, tilting his head slightly as if intrigued rather than threatened.

From the darkness, Jungkook emerged, his presence as sharp as the blade strapped to his thigh. He was dressed in black, the dim lighting casting harsh shadows across his face, highlighting the cold determination in his eyes. A silencer was fixed to the barrel of his gun, the metal still warm from the shot. His stance was unwavering, his expression unreadable.

“I’d step away from him if I were you,” Jungkook warned, his voice low and deadly.

Jimin’s heart clenched at the sight of him. He had told Jungkook not to interfere and had begged him to stay away, but deep down, he had known. Jungkook would never let him walk into a trap alone.

Taehyung, still smirking, took a slow step forward, hands clasped behind his back in a display of utter confidence. His eyes flickered with something dark, something akin to amusement. “And here I thought I was just having a little chat with our dear Jimin,” he mused. “But you—” he gestured lazily toward Jungkook, “—you really don’t like people touching what’s yours, do you?”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “You set him up.”

Taehyung chuckled, a low, velvety sound that sent a chill down Jimin’s spine. “And you ruined my fun.”

Then, in the span of a heartbeat, Jungkook moved.

He lunged, closing the distance between them in an instant. The impact sent both men crashing onto the cold concrete floor, fists flying as they grappled for dominance. The guards hesitated, unsure whether to intervene, but Taehyung had always been a man who relished his own battles. He didn’t need their help.

Taehyung twisted, his movements smooth and calculated, slamming Jungkook against a stack of crates. The wood cracked under the force, but Jungkook barely grunted. Instead, he retaliated with a powerful punch to Taehyung’s jaw. The crack of impact echoed through the warehouse. Blood smeared across Taehyung’s lower lip, but instead of anger, a slow, wicked smile spread across his face.

“You always did have a temper,” Taehyung murmured, licking the blood from his lip like it was nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

Jungkook’s eyes burned with something fierce. “And you always did like pushing me.”

Jimin darted forward, panic surging through him. “Stop it! Stop this right now!”

Neither of them listened. Their rage was consuming them, their bodies moving like predators locked in an endless, brutal dance. A glint of metal caught Jimin’s eye, and before he could react, a knife flashed in Taehyung’s hand. He moved fast, aiming for Jungkook’s ribs, but Jungkook was faster. He caught Taehyung’s wrist mid-strike, twisting it brutally until the blade clattered to the floor.

They were too evenly matched.

Too blinded by fury.

“Enough!” Jimin shouted, desperation clawing at his throat. “You’re going to kill each other!”

His voice finally cut through the chaos.

Panting, Jungkook suddenly shifted his grip, his fingers tightening around Taehyung’s collar. And then, in a move that stunned everyone—including Jimin—Jungkook yanked Taehyung forward and crashed their lips together in a rough, bruising kiss.

Time stopped.

Taehyung’s entire body went rigid. His fingers clenched in Jungkook’s shirt as if deciding whether to push him away or pull him closer. For a single, charged moment, everything stilled—the rage, the fight, the suffocating tension.

Then, something snapped.

Taehyung responded, his lips moving against Jungkook’s with equal ferocity. The kiss was violent, raw, a war of dominance that neither was willing to lose. Teeth clashed, breaths mingled, and the air between them grew thick with something darker, more dangerous than hatred.

Jimin stood frozen, watching the two men he cared about locked in something far more intimate than a battle of fists.

Jungkook pulled back first, just enough to whisper against Taehyung’s lips, his breath ragged. “Jimin isn’t your enemy. You need to trust him. I am just his childhood friend whom he couldn't abandon. But trust me when I say that he never mixed his personal and professional life.”

Taehyung’s breathing was uneven, his pupils blown wide. His fingers still gripped Jungkook’s collar, but the anger in his eyes had shifted into something unreadable.

Slowly, he let go.

Jungkook’s grip lingered on Taehyung’s wrist, a silent challenge still burning between them. “You wanted a war, baby boy?” Jungkook murmured, his voice dripping with provocation. “Then fight me where it matters. Not with pointless rage. Not with knives. But in the way you really want to.”

Taehyung’s fingers twitched, his expression unreadable. But deep inside, something darker had taken root.

The fight was over—for now.

But the battle for dominance had only just begun.

 

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