Chapter 52: CRIMSON OBSESSION
A Claim in Blood
The atmosphere inside Jeon Enterprises was suffocating with wealth and power, yet Taehyung had never felt more disgusted.
His steps were slow, deliberate, like a predator stalking his prey. The moment he pushed open the grand office doors, his sharp gaze immediately found Jungkook—but it wasn’t just him.
A woman stood too close, her hands lingering on Jungkook’s chest, an exaggerated look of innocence masking her true intentions. Her revealing dress clung to her curves as she bit her lip, feigning surprise at the coffee she had just spilled on Jungkook’s pristine shirt. The faux regret in her eyes as she patted his chest, fingers brushing against his skin, made Taehyung’s blood boil.
Jungkook’s expression was unreadable, though his jaw tensed the moment he sensed Taehyung’s arrival. He knew what was coming.
Taehyung did not speak. He did not warn. He simply pulled out his gun and fired. The bullet tore through her leg, her scream piercing through the office walls as she collapsed onto the floor, clutching the wound in agony.
But Taehyung wasn’t done.
Before Jungkook could react, Taehyung’s hands gripped his collar, yanking him forward, his mouth descending on the exposed skin of Jungkook’s neck. The sharp sting of teeth sank in, biting hard enough to break the skin. Bruises bloomed instantly, blood beading from where he had sunk his teeth. Jungkook groaned at the pain, gripping Taehyung’s waist, but Taehyung was relentless. His mouth moved lower, dragging his teeth and lips down Jungkook’s chest, marking, claiming, owning.
“I should rip her apart for touching you,” Taehyung growled against his skin. “You’re mine.”
His rage didn’t falter. It only intensified as he straightened up and turned to the woman who was trying to crawl away, leaving a trail of crimson across the pristine floor.
Taehyung’s steps were slow as he approached her. She tried to beg, her hands raised in trembling surrender, but his knife was already in his grip. And then, in a flurry of brutality, he struck.
Over and over again.
The wet squelch of the blade tearing through flesh filled the room, her gurgled cries fading until nothing was left but silence and the pool of her blood spreading like a dark omen. Taehyung only stopped when his breath was ragged, chest rising and falling as he wiped the splattered blood off his cheek with the back of his hand.
A heavy, eerie silence settled over the room, broken only by the distant murmurs of terrified employees outside the office doors.
Jungkook, still leaning against his desk, watched with a knowing smirk. “You really are insane.”
Taehyung turned to him, his eyes still burning with possessiveness. “And yet, you love it.”
Before Jungkook could answer, Taehyung was on him again, pressing him against the cold glass wall of his office. His fingers dug into Jungkook’s waist, lips colliding in a violent, bruising kiss. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t gentle—it was an all-consuming fire, teeth clashing, lips bitten raw, their rage turning into something more dangerous.
“Mine,” Taehyung muttered against Jungkook’s lips, again and again, like a prayer, a curse, a promise. “Mine.”
Jungkook growled lowly, gripping Taehyung’s nape, dragging him down as he switched their positions, slamming Taehyung back against the glass. “You think you own me?” he sneered, fingers gripping Taehyung’s jaw roughly. “You forget, baby boy… I don’t submit.”
His hands trailed down, gripping Taehyung’s belt, yanking it free in one swift motion. But before he could gain full control, Taehyung twisted them again, pinning Jungkook down against his own desk, a wicked smirk stretching his lips.
The battle for dominance didn’t stop there.
The dead body lying in the corner was forgotten. The chaos beyond those doors was irrelevant. All that mattered was the raw hunger in their eyes, the insatiable thirst to consume and be consumed, the relentless chase to break and be broken.
By the time the storm settled, neither had truly won.
Because in a love like theirs—
There was no victory.
Only destruction, bound by obsession, sealed with blood, and claimed through sin.
A claim for eternity.
And they wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END
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