cold · cruel · obsessive · bts · jikook · possessive · yandere · romance · kpop
The study smelled of expensive cigars and aged whiskey. Jimin swirled his glass, watching the lights of Seoul bleed into the night sky. Then the door flew open. On the threshold stood Jungkook — disheveled, sweat-damp, despair etched into every line of his face. "Jimin-ssi! Don't touch my family!" The man's voice broke. Jimin lifted his eyes. He saw perfect features, huge eyes swimming with pain. What trembled inside him wasn't pity. It was the sharp, bright thrill of the hunt. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Your family? A beggar has nothing worth stealing," he said quietly, pointing to the floor. Jungkook went still, fighting his own pride. Jimin stepped forward, closed the space between them, leaned close to his neck, and whispered, "On your knees, and I'll listen."