In a fit of rage, Taehyung swept his arm across his desk, sending papers, pens, and various items crashing to the ground with a cacophony of noise. His office, once a picture of order and luxury, now resembled a scene of chaos and destruction, mirroring the turmoil raging within him.
Fury burned in his eyes as he paced back and forth, his hands clenched into tight fists. How could she defy him like this? How could she choose Jungkook over him, after all he had done for her? The thought gnawed at him like a festering wound, fueling the flames of his anger.
With each step, he felt the weight of his failure pressing down on him, crushing him beneath its suffocating grip. He had been so sure that his plan would succeed, that Sia would come crawling back to him, begging for his forgiveness. But instead, she had chosen to stand by Jungkook, to embrace a life without him.
The realization twisted his insides with a mix of emotions – anger, frustration, and a deep, searing pain that threatened to consume him. He had lost her, and the thought was like a knife to his heart, cutting deep into his soul.
But amidst the turmoil, one emotion burned brighter than all the rest – vengeance. The need to make Jungkook pay for stealing Sia from him consumed him like a wildfire, driving him to the brink of madness.
In his twisted mind, he concocted plans of revenge, each one more sinister than the last. He would make Jungkook suffer for his audacity, for daring to stand in his way. And Sia... she would learn the consequences of defying him, of choosing another over him.
As the flames of his rage continued to smolder, Taehyung's hatred for Jungkook reached a fever pitch. He could feel it coursing through his veins like poison, poisoning his thoughts and clouding his judgment. In that moment, he would stop at nothing to destroy Jungkook, to tear apart the life he had built with Sia, and to claim her for himself once and for all.
As Taehyung's fingers curled into fists, his knuckles turned white with rage. The pristine office that once symbolized his power and control now bore the scars of his fury. Papers fluttered like fallen leaves, and the sharp clang of shattered glass echoed through the room.
Jimin, Taehyung's steadfast friend, stood in the doorway, his expression a mixture of concern and helplessness. He watched as Taehyung's anger consumed him, feeling the weight of his friend's turmoil with each destructive gesture.
"Taehyung, calm down,"
Jimin implored, his voice gentle but firm.
"This won't solve anything."
Taehyung's chest heaved with each breath, his eyes blazing with a fire that threatened to consume him entirely.
"How can I calm down, Jimin?"
he spat, his voice dripping with venom.
"That bastard Jungkook has won. He's won, and I can't bear it."
With each word, Taehyung's voice rose, the raw edge of his emotions cutting through the air like a knife. His frustration knew no bounds as he grappled with the reality of his defeat.
Jimin approached cautiously, his steps measured as he tried to diffuse the tension that crackled in the air like static electricity.
"You're letting your emotions control you, Taehyung, you know you get out of control when you let your emotions control you "
he urged, his voice tinged with desperation.
"You need to think logically."
But Taehyung shook his head, his resolve unyielding.
"Logic be damned!"
he roared, his voice reverberating off the walls of the office.
"How can I think logically when everything I've worked for lies in ruins? Sia was meant to be mine, Jimin. Mine!"
His words were a bitter lament, a reflection of the shattered dreams that lay strewn at his feet. He couldn't comprehend how Sia could choose Jungkook over him, couldn't reconcile the idea that he had been bested by a mere mortal.
"She made her choice, Taehyung,"
Jimin insisted, his voice a soothing balm amidst the tempest of Taehyung's emotions.
"You have to accept that and move forward."
But Taehyung's grip on reality was slipping, his mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance and retribution. He couldn't accept defeat, couldn't fathom the idea of Jungkook emerging victorious in their twisted game of love and manipulation.
As the debris of his shattered ambitions lay scattered around him, Taehyung's resolve hardened. He may have lost this battle, but the war was far from over. And he would stop at nothing to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.
Taehyung's voice sliced through the tense air like a knife.
"I won't accept it, Jimin,"
he declared, his words tinged with desperation.
"She's mine. She has to be mine."
Jimin sighed, his gaze heavy with concern as he regarded his friend. He knew Taehyung's obsessions all too well, understood the depths of his fixation on Sia. It was a dangerous game they were playing, one with stakes far higher than either of them could imagine.
As Taehyung's tears fell like liquid fire, Jimin's heart clenched in sympathy. He knew the torment that consumed Taehyung, the agony of unrequited love and the relentless pursuit of an unattainable goal.
"What do you plan to do?"
Jimin asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He braced himself for Taehyung's answer, knowing that whatever it was, it would be fueled by a potent mix of obsession and desperation.
A wicked smirk twisted Taehyung's lips, a glint of madness dancing in his eyes.
"You'll know soon enough,"
he replied cryptically, his tone laced with malice. With a swift movement, he retrieved his phone from his pocket and dialed a number, his command ringing out like a death knell.
"In my cabin. Now."
The words hung in the air, heavy with foreboding. Jimin's heart sank as he realized the depths of Taehyung's determination, knowing that whatever he had planned would only lead to further chaos and destruction.
man in the black suit entered, bowing respectfully before his master. Taehyung's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as he laid a stack of photographs on the table before him, each one depicting Jungkook's face in various angles.
With a cold determination in his voice, Taehyung issued his command.
"Look at this man carefully. I want you to kill him,"
he ordered, his tone dripping with deadly intent. The room fell silent as the men present absorbed Taehyung's words, their expressions devoid of any emotion. It was as if their souls had been numbed by the darkness that surrounded them, leaving behind only empty vessels ready to carry out their master's bidding.
The man in the black suit nodded in silent acquiescence, his eyes betraying no hint of hesitation or remorse. To him, taking a life was simply another task to be completed, devoid of any moral qualms or ethical considerations.
As the bile of his hatred rose within him, Taehyung turned to the man beside him, his voice dripping with venom as he issued his command.
"I don't care about the consequences. Kill that bastard,"
he spat, his words laced with malice and contempt.
"I won't rest until his wretched shadow is erased from Sia's life. She belongs to me, and she will come back to me, one way or another."
His eyes gleamed with a sinister light as he surveyed the scene before him, plotting his next move with cold, calculating precision. For Taehyung, there was no room for mercy or forgiveness—only the relentless pursuit of his twisted desires, no matter
As Taehyung watched the scene unfold before him, a sense of grim satisfaction washed over him. He knew that his orders would be carried out without question, that the wheels of fate had been set into motion and there was no turning back now. In his mind, Jungkook's fate had been sealed, and nothing would stand in the way of his twisted desires.
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Outside Taehyung's cabin, a figure stood frozen in shock, eavesdropping on the sinister plan unfolding within. His eyes widened in disbelief and fear as he listened to the cruel intentions being plotted against Jungkook. It was unfathomable to him that someone could harbor such malice and darkness within their heart.
Feeling a wave of terror wash over him, the observer knew that he had to leave the scene immediately. He couldn't risk being caught or implicated in any way. With silent, careful steps, he retreated from the vicinity, his mind reeling with the weight of what he had just heard.
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The night hung heavy with a tranquil stillness, the moon casting its gentle glow upon the room where Sia lay peacefully asleep. Suddenly, a pang of longing stirred within her, rousing her from slumber. Her hand instinctively cradled her slightly swollen belly, a reminder of the new life growing inside her. Two months pregnant, her cravings had become an unpredictable force, tugging at her at the oddest hours.
With a soft sigh, Sia rose from the bed, her feet padding softly against the cool floor as she made her way to the kitchen. The dim light illuminated her face, reflecting the mix of anticipation and disappointment. She opened the pantry, hoping to find something to satiate her longing for sweetness, only to find it disappointingly bare.
Her heart sank as she closed the pantry door, resigned to return to bed empty-handed. But as she turned, a gasp escaped her lips as she saw Jungkook standing there, his silhouette framed by the faint light from the hallway.
"Jungkook," she murmured, surprise evident in her voice.
Concern flickered in his eyes as he stepped closer, his voice gentle.
"Sia, what are you doing here?"
"I was craving something sweet,"
she confessed softly, her disappointment evident.
Understanding dawned on Jungkook's face, a fond smile tugging at his lips.
"Wait here,"
he said, his tone filled with reassurance as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Curiosity piqued, Sia watched him with a mixture of confusion and anticipation. What was he up to?
Minutes ticked by, the only sound in the kitchen the soft clatter of utensils and the occasional sizzle of something cooking. And then, finally, Jungkook emerged, a plate of pancakes in hand, a proud grin adorning his features.
"Here !" he announced, holding out the plate to her.
Sia's eyes widened in delight as she took in the sight of the golden-brown pancakes, a fragrant aroma wafting up from them. Without hesitation, she reached for one, taking a bite and moaning softly at the burst of sweetness on her tongue.
"These are amazing,"
she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine pleasure as she looked up at Jungkook.
A playful glint danced in his eyes as he bowed theatrically.
"Why, thank you, madam. Perhaps I should consider a career in the kitchen."
Laughter bubbled up between them, filling the room with warmth and joy. In that moment, as they stood together in the quiet of the night, Sia felt a deep sense of gratitude for the man standing before her, the man who always knew how to brighten her darkest moments.
As Sia savored the sweetness of the moment, tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. She couldn't contain the overwhelming rush of emotions that surged within her, emotions stirred by Jungkook's unwavering love and thoughtfulness.
Jungkook's brow furrowed in concern as he noticed the tears glistening on Sia's cheeks.
"Sia, what's wrong? Are you in pain?"
he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Shaking her head, Sia reached up to cup his cheek, her touch tender and filled with gratitude.
"No, "
she whispered, shaking her head her voice trembling with emotion.
Without another word, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against his in a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss filled with passion and longing, a kiss that conveyed all the love she held in her heart for him.
Their lips met in a tender dance, a symphony of emotions swirling between them. Sia could feel the warmth of Jungkook's embrace, the gentle brush of his fingers against her skin, igniting a fire within her soul.
As they finally broke apart, Sia looked into Jungkook's eyes, her own shimmering with unshed tears.
"Sometimes, I feel so lucky to have you,"
she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Jungkook's gaze softened, his love for her evident in every glance, every touch.
"And I feel lucky to have you,"
he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.
But then, curiosity tugged at Sia's heart, a question lingering on her lips.
"Jungkook, why didn't you leave me? After everything that happened... why did you stay?"
she asked, her voice tinged with vulnerability.
A soft smile graced Jungkook's lips as he reached out to wipe away her tears.
"Because I love you,"
he said simply, his words carrying the weight of his unwavering devotion.
"Yes, I was angry, hurt, and in pain when I saw that video. But even in my darkest moments, I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. I love you too much to ever let you go."