Fractured Obsession Chapter 2: Glitches in the System

[Private Chat: Jungkook & V]

Jungkook

You shouldn’t exist.

And yet, here I am.

Jungkook

Tell me who you are.

Delete me.

Jungkook

Not happening

Then you’re already in too deep.

(Message deleted by V.)

Eclipse thrives in shadows, and Jungkook has always known how to navigate them.

A cyber-hunter like him doesn’t chase ghosts. He erases them. His job is simple: track down anomalies, extract their code, and wipe them from existence. No traces. No memories. No mistakes.

But V isn’t just an anomaly—he’s a fracture in reality.

Jungkook leans against the cold steel of a rooftop railing, eyes scanning the streets below. Rain distorts the neon lights into eerie reflections, making the city look like it’s glitching. A perfect illusion.

Just like V.

And then—he feels it.

A breath against his ear.

A presence behind him that wasn’t there before.

Jungkook’s Apartment – 3:42 AM

(He doesn’t know how V got in. The doors were locked. The system was armed. But none of that seems to matter now, because V is here—too close, too real, too much.)

Jungkook exhales, but it barely steadies him. The room is dark except for the neon bleed from the city outside, casting shifting patterns on V’s skin.

“You’re sloppy,” V murmurs. “A hunter who lets ghosts slip through his fingers.”

Jungkook moves before he thinks—gripping V’s wrist, twisting, slamming him against the wall. But V doesn’t resist. He lets Jungkook press against him, lets the tension coil thick between them, lets Jungkook feel the impossible heat of him.

You like touching things you don’t understand?

(His voice is silk over steel, teasing, testing. His breath ghosts against Jungkook’s jaw—close enough to taste.)

Jungkook

(gritted) You hacked my system.

You let me

(A slow, dangerous smirk curves on V’s lips. Jungkook’s fingers twitch. He should put distance between them. Should end this.)

(Instead—)

Jungkook

(low, rough) Tell me… what are you?

(V tilts his chin just enough to be an invitation. Just enough for Jungkook to feel the phantom of his breath on his lips.)

Something you should stay far away from

(But neither of them move.)

And in the silence, the air crackles—a pull, a glitch, a warning Jungkook knows he’ll ignore.)

(Because he doesn’t just want to understand V.)

(He wants to consume him.)

(Obsession always starts like this—quiet, insidious, inevitable.) (And Jungkook is already falling.)