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Part : 1
Tittle : Mate - obsession or requirment?...
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Quotes: "Is it the love that is sinful, or the circumstances that twist it into something it was never meant to be?"
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A delicate tap-tap echoed through the otherwise silent office. A simple, silver plate on the mahogany door read, "JK."
Inside, the man behind the large oak desk, a figure sculpted from muscle and sharp angles, grunted a curt, "Come in." His name was likely JK, though no one dared use it without permission.
The door eased open, and a man with wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose entered. He moved with a quiet efficiency, placing a slim, black file precisely in the center of the polished desk.
JK's dark eyes flicked up, a single, thick eyebrow arching in silent inquiry. He didn't speak, a habit that often made others rush to fill the void.
The man with glasses, unfazed, offered a small, almost nervous smile. "Um... well, Jeon," he began, his voice soft but clear. "You expressed a... desire for advancement within the Abyss..."
JK remained impassive, his eyes shining deep crimson red.
The man continued, gesturing to the file. "This contains the necessary next step. To achieve the level of influence you seek... well, tradition dictates a certain... bonding."
JK finally spoke, his voice a low rumble. "Bonding?"
"Marriage," the man clarified. "To your designated mate."
A flicker of something akin to surprise crossed JK's features, quickly masked. "Mate? I know nothing of this woman, Namjoon..."
The man with glasses nodded understandingly. "Precisely. The file contains all relevant information: her lineage, her aptitudes, her... profile. However," he paused, his gaze meeting JK's directly, a hint of steel entering his tone, "there is a crucial stipulation. This union must be of her own volition. You cannot coerce her, Jeon. Her consent is paramount. Your... persuasive skills, shall we say, will be tested."
JK leaned back in his chair, his powerful arms crossing over his chest. A slow smirk played on his lips. "So, the key to power lies not just in strength, but in... charm?"
"Precisely," the man with glasses affirmed, a bead of sweat perhaps forming on his temple under JK's intense gaze. "Temper your... aggression, Jk. This requires a different kind of strength." He tapped the file. "Her future, and yours, rests within these pages. Choose your approach wisely."
"Alright, Namjoon, you can go now," Jungkook said, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument. He gestured dismissively towards the door with a flick of his wrist, his gaze already dropping to the black file on the desk.
Namjoon nodded quickly, a slight bow in his posture, and retreated from the office, closing the heavy door softly behind him.
Left alone, Jungkook's large hands reached for the file. His name, alone was the aura that Perceived raw power. He flipped open the cover, his eyes immediately drawn to the photograph on the first page.
He found himself...starring. The woman in the picture possessed a quiet beauty, a delicate grace that seemed almost out of place in his stark office. Was she the key to his next level? A strange possessiveness, unfamiliar yet potent, stirred within him.
A dark thought slithered into his mind. Once she's mine... His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He imagined the contrast - her softness against his own hardened edges. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that held more shadow than mirth. He snapped his fingers, the sound sharp and decisive in the silence.
With a sudden shimmer and a faint scent of ozone, a man materialized beside the desk. Taehyung. He was sinfully handsome, with an air of effortless charm that could disarm the most wary. Glittery particles, remnants of his arrival, still danced in the air around him.
Jungkook slid the photograph across the polished surface of the desk, the image of (y/n)'s face now facing Taehyung. "Find her," Jungkook commanded, his voice laced with an urgency he rarely displayed. "Find her, and arrange a meeting. Discreetly. I need to... convince her. Before anyone else gets any ideas." His eyes, dark and intense, never left the picture. "She will be mine."
Taehyung leaned in, his eyes scanning the photograph of (y/n). A slow smile touched his lips. "Pretty indeed," he murmured, a genuine appreciation in his tone.
Jungkook's head snapped up, his gaze sharp and possessive. It was a look that said, Don't even think about it.
Understanding the unspoken warning, Taehyung chuckled softly, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "My apologies, Jungkook... What I meant was," he paused, his eyes flicking back to the picture, "she has a... striking beauty that will complement yours perfectly."
A flicker of something that might have been amusement touched the corners of Jungkook's lips, though his intense gaze didn't waver. He subtly chewed on the inside of his cheek, a sinister smirk threatening to break free.
With another swift snap of Jungkook's fingers, Taehyung offered a final, almost theatrical bow. A swirl of navy blue glitter erupted around him, catching the office light for a fleeting moment before he vanished as abruptly as he had appeared, leaving the air still faintly shimmering.
Jungkook's eyes returned to the photograph in front of him. He traced the delicate curve of her jawline with a rough finger. Even her picture has this effect on me, he thought, a strange mix of anticipation and something darker swirling within him. What will happen to my control, to my thoughts... when I finally see her in person? The idea sent a shiver down his spine, a thrill that was both exciting and dangerous.
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[Note - First part completed, stay tuned because things are going to spice up soon... I mean at least not all authors are unpredictable (٥↼_↼)]
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Love you all•••