Third Person POV
It was a dark, cloudy night in Seoul, a late autumn night. The streets were empty, no one dared to go outside. Because the night belonged to the underworld, the dark cruel world no one wanted to belong to.
Except a few of course. The one who loved the night, loved the deep blackness engulfing them, swallowing all light and with the light, all the hope and goodness. These people would work for the night, with the night. Living the night and being the night. They were called night walkers who used the black world for their own advantage.
Killers, cruel people, monsters. Heartless, fearless, emotionless.
These were the names the people called them. They were like shadows, invisible, not able to be seen, gone as soon as someone tried to catch them. The police hated them, the others envied them, the normal people feared them.
They were the kings of the night, the ones no one dared to mess with.
And their leader is Jeon Jungkook.
The raven, who’s wearing a red wig for his work, is the most cruel and merciless leader they ever had. Everyone who know JK, thinks he has no heart.
But he has.
And it’s only beating for one person.
A cute, adorable young man who’s just heading to college with his best friends which are like his family. A unbelievably beautiful angel who happens to capture Jungkook’s heart, the cruel assassin who’s known to be cold and like stone.
And Taehyung is clueless to the raven having feelings for him.
Not that he knows him either.
Kim Taehyung just happened to be Jeon Jungkook’s prized possession.
And Jungkook would do anything to keep it that way. He would do anything to have Taehyung only to himself. And he did anything to have the beautiful little fluff ball.
Kim Taehyung. The beauty I’ve been watching for many hours. I observed every movement him and his friends made. It seems they’re all very bright and cheerful. Any person who would see the group would smile.
I adjusted my mask and glanced at Taehyung. His smile would make anyone melt. And I didn’t like that thought. Taehyung is mine only.
The group began to pack their things. I made my way out of the cafe and waited for the group outside. I glanced to the side and saw a certain blonde. I gave him a nod once the group walked out.
“Have you found any information about the boy”, I said while staring at the back of Taehyung’s head. He nodded and took out his iPhone. “Park Jimin, twenty-two years old, focusing on contemporary dance and singing”
“Nothing very special about him”, I said. Jimin, the boy who’s been clingy to Taehyung. “It does say he wants attention, his old friends have neglected him completely which made him go through depression for awhile”
I watched the group of friends enter the college gates, signaling me to stop following them. “Depression, huh?“, I said. He nodded and continued reading. “He has a younger brother who is very important to hi-“.
“I don’t care about his family”, I cut him off. He let out a sigh and put his phone away. I looked at the college gates once again and smirked. “Park Jimin”, I said lowly.
Park Jimin, I repeated his name over and over again in my head. I hated it. I hated every single thing about it. I want to make him disappear. Seeing him with Taehyung makes me want to take action on him right there.
I only want Taehyung to feel my love. I’ll make him mine even if violence has to be involved.