Fractured Obsession Chapter 4: Obsession Bleeds

[Private Chat: Jungkook & V]

Jungkook

You think you can play with me?

(seen)

Jungkook

Answer me.

I left you wanting.

Jungkook

You left me pissed.

Same thing

(Jungkook grips his phone, his jaw clenching so tight it aches. His pulse is still erratic from V’s body against his. From his breath. His touch. The way he disappeared like smoke in the wind.)

(No one leaves Jungkook like that. No one pulls away first. No one controls him.)

(But V did)

(And he fucking liked it.)

Jungkook

(typing… then deletes.)

Jungkook

Where are you?

(A new message pings instantly.)

[New Location Sent – Coordinates Encrypted]

Come find me, monster.

[Live Chat Activated – Abandoned Nightclub, Basement Level]

(Dim lights. Music vibrating through the walls above them. The underground is drenched in red—pulsing, heated, alive.)

(Jungkook follows the coordinates through the back hall, past locked doors and hidden passageways. His fingers flex at his sides, anticipation simmering under his skin. He should turn back.)

(He won’t.)

(Then—)

Took you long enough.

(*Jungkook’s eyes snap to the figure leaning against a velvet couch, legs spread, arms draped over the back like he owns the place. Like he owns *him.**)

(The red glow dances over V’s skin, over his throat, his collarbones, the deep V of his shirt that barely hides anything. His pupils are blown—dark, unreadable.)

(He looks like sin itself.)

Jungkook

(low, dangerous) You’re fucking with me.

(V tilts his head, a smirk tugging at his lips. His fingers tap lazily against his knee.)

And?

(Jungkook moves before he thinks—crossing the space in two strides, gripping V’s chin between his fingers, forcing their eyes to lock.)

Jungkook

You like pushing me?

(V’s breath catches for just a second. Not fear. No—this is something else. Something darker. A dare.)

(whispering) You like being pushed.

(Jungkook’s grip tightens. V’s lips part slightly, a sharp inhale, and Jungkook’s stomach drops—because he knows what’s about to happen and he’s not stopping it.)

(*V shifts forward, their thighs brushing, his breath hot against Jungkook’s mouth. Not touching. Not yet. Just *waiting.**)

Make your move, Jeon.

(A challenge. A command. And Jungkook—fucking—breaks.)

(He crashes their lips together, his hand sliding into V’s hair, pulling him in, tilting his head just right. V groans, low and deep, his fingers gripping Jungkook’s waist, nails dragging under his shirt, over hot skin.)

(The tension shatters into something primal, something uncontrollable.)

Jungkook

(muttering against his lips) You’re a fucking menace.

(smirking) And you love it.

(Jungkook bites his lip in response, swallowing V’s gasp, pressing him harder into the couch. V arches, hands pulling, gripping, teasing, and Jungkook—)

(—is too far gone to stop.)

[New Notification: System Breach Detected]

(Jungkook doesn’t notice the warning flashing in his vision. Doesn’t care. Because V just flipped their positions, straddling him, hands slipping lower—)

(And right now, Jungkook isn’t thinking about the danger. Or the game. Or the inevitable fall.)

(Right now, he’s only thinking about ruining V.)