MATURE CONTENT AHEAD…

Author’s POV

Taehyung stormed into the mansion, his jaw clenched and anger radiating off him in waves. Just a few steps behind, Mr. Kim entered with equal fury blaz in his eyes.

"Taehyung, stop!" he bellowed.

Taehyung halted abruptly and turned around, facing his father. Mr. Kim stood before him, his expression stern and disappointed.

"What do you think you're doing? We almost lost the deal today! Can’t you just control yourself?" Mr. Kim’s voice was sharp, his patience clearly at its edge.

Before he could continue, Taehyung cut him off, his voice laced with frustration.

"I'm not the one who threw the first punch! He started it! And now you're telling me to control myself, when you know I never wanted to work with him in the first place?"

Mr. Kim grabbed Taehyung by the shoulders, his grip tight, his voice firm. “You’re my only son. You have to learn everything, whether you like it or not. Jungkook is the top businessman in the world and your—”

“He is NOT my anything! Do you hear me?” Taehyung shouted, shoving Mr. Kim’s hand off his shoulder before storming off toward his room.

Mr. Kim lowered his gaze, silent. His thoughts drifted back to the incident—not just the fight, but the way Jungkook had nearly lost control, the dangerous glint in his eyes, the way he almost tried to hurt Taehyung... and how YN had been the only one to calm him down.

Mr. Kim wasn’t a fool. He could see clearly now—Jungkook would go to any lengths for YN, and Taehyung was just as determined to win her. And if things kept heading this way, he would have to intervene—before everything spiraled out of control.

Taehyung slammed his door shut, the sound echoing through the mansion like a gunshot. He paced back and forth in his room, fists clenched, jaw tight. His mind replayed Jungkook’s smug expression, the way he looked at YN like she belonged to him—as if Taehyung didn’t even exist.

No matter how much he tried to stay calm, Jungkook always knew how to provoke him. Always one step ahead. Always in control. And the worst part? YN never saw it. She only saw Jungkook, the man who wore a mask of charm so well, people forgot the monster underneath.

Downstairs, Mr. Kim sank into the leather couch, rubbing his temples. He had built an empire, fought wars in boardrooms and beyond, but nothing had prepared him for this—his son and Jungkook turning into enemies over a woman who unknowingly held the strings to both their hearts.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number. It rang once.

“Get me YN,” he said quietly. “Tell her I want to speak to her. Alone.”

He hung up, knowing he was walking on a tightrope. YN was the key. The balance between obsession and destruction lay in her hands. And if he didn’t act fast, this rivalry between Taehyung and Jungkook would turn into something darker—something even he might not be able to control.

Jungkook stood at the balcony of his mansion a drink in his hand, his gaze locked on the city lights. His jaw twitched at the memory of Taehyung's glare, the way he dared to speak YN’s name as if she was his.

“She’s mine,” he muttered to himself, gripping the glass tighter. “She’ll see it soon.”

Behind that quiet tone was a storm waiting to explode.

Jungkook presses down on the gas, the car driving at a ridiculously fast speed, the engine roaring in the dead of night.

If you were with anyone else you'd probably freak out and tell them to stop, but Jungkook knew how to control every car he drove. It turned you on—him driving and being able to control such a powerful piece of machine.

Jungkook pulls up into his mansion's driveway, the gates closing after the car passes them. He undoes his seatbelt and you're about to undo yours, but Jungkook places his hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss and crashing your lips together.

He shoves his tongue into your mouth, which causes you to let out a moan, as he struggles to find the button of your seat belt to undo it for you.

As soon as he takes off your belt, he grabs your hips and helps you over to sit on his lap, your dress riding up your thighs. He pushes the seat back so you could have more space.

"I swear I was gonna fucking kill him," Jungkook speaks breathlessly between kisses. "He had no right to be with you "

You hear his pants zipper and you pull away from the kiss.

"Baby, the house is literally a few steps away." You chuckle at his eagerness.

"Steps that make us lose time and I want to be inside of you now."

Jungkook grabs his dick and pulls your panties out of the way. He aligns himself to your entrance and you sink down, taking him all in.

He groans and rests his head back on the headrest, his hand pulling the handle to lay his seat back. Jungkook grabs the straps of your dress and pulls them down your arms. He then pulls the top of your dress revealing your boobs.

"Ride me, baby." Jungkook orders.

You obey and slowly move up then down. Your hands rest against Jungkook's chest as support and his hands hold onto your hips, guiding and helping you.

"That feel good, princess?" Jungkook licks his dry lips.

"Yes," Your mouth drops open in pleasure

"Fuck."

"Mm, that's it," Jungkook's thumbs caress your hip bones.

"Fuck yourself on my cock."

His right hand comes up to knead your boobs as the thumb on his left hand rubs your clit.

Weariness takes over your body and you come down to rest your chest against his. Jungkook pulls you into a kiss as his hips come up to fuck deep into you.

You pull away, moans spilling out mercilessly. You rest your forehead against Jungkook's, the heavy breaths you're both letting out mixing together.

"Tell me I'm the only one that can ever fuck you like this," Jungkook kisses your jawline. "Have you moaning and squirming like this," He kisses your neck. "Love you like this." He kisses your shoulder.

"Yes, only you. I only want you."

Jungkook kisses you slowly as you cum around him, swallowing every moan you let out. He cums inside you seconds later and you both lay still, trying to catch your breaths.

"I love you, Y/N," Jungkook whispers into your ear. "I love you so fucking much.”

Time skips

You walk downstairs and to the kitchen as Jungkook's in the shower. You fill a cup with water and grab your pills from the medicine cabinet. You sigh and look out the window above the kitchen sink.

I missed the fucking time. I have to go buy a Plan B tomorrow.

You were three hours late and had been drinking. You couldn't mix alcohol and pills.

You're deep in thought until a pair of arms wrap around you from behind. Jungkook moves your hair and kisses your neck. Your hand finds its way to his hair, caressing it.

Jungkook kisses down the back of your neck, your left shoulder,

"I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner," Jungkook Yn, murmurs.

He turns you around and kisses you before leaving kisses down your neck, chest, and covered stomach. Jungkook stops at your womb and looks up at you.

"Will you ever stop taking those pills and have my children?"

You smile and pull Jungkook up, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Yes," You assure him. "But not now. We're both young and with your life having kids right now isn't the best idea."

"Okay," Jungkook gives you a small smile and pecks your lips. "Let's go to bed."

Jungkook pulls you out of the kitchen and upstairs. You turn off the lights as you go.

You lay down under the covers and Jungkook lays behind you, arms wrapped around you, chest pressed against your back.

"I love you, Jungkook." You whisper.

"Not as much as I love you," Jungkook whispers back and kisses the skin underneath your ear.

Absolutely. Here's a dark, emotionally intense scene from the Author’s POV, focused on Jungkook and his obsession with YN:

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Author’s POV

Jungkook stood at the balcony of his mansion, a drink in his hand, his gaze locked on the city lights. His jaw twitched at the memory of Taehyung's glare, the way he dared to speak YN’s name as if she was his.

“She’s mine,” he muttered to himself, gripping the glass tighter. “She’ll see it soon.”

Behind that quiet tone was a storm waiting to explode he turned around and again entered inside .

The room was bathed in soft moonlight, shadows dancing across the walls as the curtains swayed gently with the breeze. YN lay peacefully on the bed, her breathing slow, her face calm—so innocent, so unaware of the storm swirling just inches away.

Jungkook sat beside her, his elbow resting on his knee, his dark eyes fixed on her sleeping face. His gaze was intense, unblinking—like he was memorizing every curve, every breath, every detail that made her her.

He reached out slowly, his fingers hovering just above her cheek, barely touching. A soft, broken smile tugged at his lips.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he whispered.

His voice was low, almost tender—but laced with something far more dangerous beneath the surface.

To be with you ... I could give up the world baby . Burn empires. Cross lines that no man should ever dare to.

There were things he was planning—things that could ruin lives, even end them.

And somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew YN wouldn't approve. She might even hate him for it. But he couldn't care. Not anymore.

Because the thought of losing her, of watching her slip away into someone else's arms—Taehyung’s arms—was more unbearable than any sin he was willing to commit.

And he would commit them.

All of them.

For her.

The silence in the mansion was almost eerie, broken only by the soft echo of Jungkook’s footsteps as he moved through the dimly lit hallway. The night was heavy, filled with unspoken thoughts and unfulfilled desires.

His eyes scanned the room until they landed on it—her purse, resting innocently on the couch where she had left it earlier. He walked over, fingers brushing against the leather as he picked it up. Something about holding it felt personal… too personal. Her scent still lingered faintly on it—floral, delicate, hers.

His jaw tightened.

Without another thought, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked toward the front door. The mansion staff silently stepped aside, too accustomed to his moods to question anything. The click of his shoes against the marble floor echoed like a warning.

The doors opened, and the cold night air rushed in. He didn’t even put on a coat.

Keys in hand, Jungkook slid into the driver’s seat of his sleek black car. The engine roared to life with a deep growl that seemed to mirror the storm brewing inside him. He tossed the purse onto the passenger seat and gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale.

His eyes flicked to the rearview mi

rror, his expression unreadable—except for the dark intensity swirling in them.

With that, the car sped off into the night, the tires screeching against the pavement as he vanished into the darkness—

To be continued …