CHAPTER 1
In the grimy, rain-soaked alleys of Seoul, two powerful forces commanded respect and instilled fear. Jeon Jungkook, the 35-year-old mafia king, towered at 6'4 with a muscular physique etched with tattoos that whispered tales of his ruthless reign. His handsome face, sharp and chiseled, bore an eternal scowl that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest of men. Jungkook owned half the world, his name a sinister whisper in the shadows of power and prestige.
Across town, Kim Taehyung, a mere 25 years old, orchestrated his own empire from the shadows of his high-rise office. Standing at 5'2, the young CEO of Kim Diamonds possessed a deceptive innocence, his baby-like face and sensitive skin belied the sharp, cunning mind within. Taehyung's slim waist and voluptuous curves, concealed beneath tight, tailored suits, made him a dangerous enigma in the cutthroat world of business and crime. His company's glittering facade concealed the dark underbelly of his mafia dealings.
Their worlds collided in a chance encounter at an exclusive, invitation-only gala. Jungkook, flanked by his hulking entourage, cut a formidable figure in his tailored black suit, while Taehyung, resplendent in a crisp white dress shirt and black tie, drew appreciative glances from the room's elite. Their eyes met across the crowded ballroom, a spark of recognition igniting between them - two predators sizing up a rival.
It began with a heated exchange over a business deal gone sour, Jungkook's mafia seeking to muscle in on Taehyung's diamond trade.
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"Your little operation is a joke," Jungkook had sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
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"You can't compete with the power of the Jungkook family."
Taehyung had met his glare with a cool smile, his baby blue eyes glinting with challenge.
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"Is that so?" he replied, his voice soft and measured. "Perhaps you should ask your men about the fate of the last group who tried to 'compete' with me."
The gala erupted into a shouting match, their voices rising above the stunned murmurs of Seoul's elite. Insults and threats flew, each man determined to assert his dominance. It was a collision of egos, a battle of wills, and the first sparks of a rivalry that would consume them both.
As the night drew to a close, Jungkook and Taehyung parted ways, their eyes locked in a silent promise of retribution. They knew, with grim certainty, that this was only the beginning. Their paths were set to cross again, and when they did, one of them would not survive the encounter.
And so, the stage was set. A tale of enemies to lovers, of power, passion, and the inescapable pull of destiny. The story of Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung, two titans locked in a deadly dance, their hearts and lives entwined by the cruel hands of fate. Their love story was one of blood, sweat, and tears, a testament to the unrelenting power of obsession and the indomitable human spirit. Little did they know, their first meeting was the catalyst for a love that would shake the very foundations of their worlds.
As the gala reached its crescendo, Jungkook found himself drawn to the bar, his dark mood demanding the burn of alcohol. He stood, a towering figure amidst the glittering crowd, his eyes scanning the room with a critical gaze. It was then that he saw him - Kim Taehyung, the upstart diamond mogul, holding court with a group of sycophants and hangers-on.
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Jungkook's lip curled in disgust as he watched the young man laugh and charm his way through the crowd. He couldn't understand what all the fuss was about - Taehyung was a nobody, a pretty face with a silver tongue and a head full of empty promises. And yet, here he was, stealing the spotlight from the real power players in Seoul.
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As if sensing Jungkook's gaze, Taehyung turned, his baby blue eyes meeting the mafia king's dark stare. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face, and he raised his glass in a mocking toast before downing the contents in a single, smooth motion.
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Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his own glass. He strode forward, his long strides eating up the distance between them until he stood before Taehyung, his broad shoulders blocking out the light. "Kim Taehyung," he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "I've heard a lot about you."
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Taehyung looked up at him, his head tilted back to maintain eye contact. "Jeon Jungkook," he replied, his voice soft and measured. "A pleasure to finally meet you face to face. I must say, you're even more...impressive in person."
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Jungkook scoffed, his lip curling in a sneer. "Cut the crap, Taehyung. We both know why I'm here. Your little diamond operation is a joke, and it's time for you to step aside and let the real players take over."
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Taehyung's smile never wavered, but his eyes hardened, a glint of steel flashing in their baby blue depths. "Step aside?" he repeated, a note of laughter in his voice. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr. Jungkook. You see, I've worked too hard to build my empire to just hand it over to the likes of you."
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Jungkook leaned in closer, his face inches from Taehyung's. "You think you have a choice?" he hissed, his voice dripping with menace. "I own this city, Taehyung. Everything in it, every person, every business...they all belong to me. Including you."
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Taehyung didn't flinch, meeting Jungkook's gaze with a steady, unblinking stare. "You think you own me?" he whispered, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I think you underestimate me, Mr. Jungkook. I'm not afraid of you, and I won't let you take what's mine."
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Jungkook's hand shot out, gripping Taehyung's chin in a bruising hold. "You should be afraid," he growled, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "I've killed men for less than the insolence you've shown me tonight."
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Taehyung's smile only grew wider, a dark, dangerous curve of his lips. "You think you can intimidate me with violence?" he murmured, his voice low and taunting. "I've stared down death itself, Mr. Jungkook. I'm not afraid of a little pain."
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Jungkook's eyes flashed with rage, his grip tightening until Taehyung's breath hitched in his throat. "You're playing a dangerous game, Taehyung," he warned, his voice a low, ominous growl. "One that will end in tears...and blood."
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Taehyung's laughter rang out, clear and bright in the tense atmosphere. "I love dangerous games, Mr. Jungkook," he purred, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "Especially when the stakes are this high."
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With a snarl, Jungkook released Taehyung's chin, his hand falling away as he straightened up to his full, imposing height. "You'll regret this, Taehyung," he promised, his voice heavy with dark intent. "Mark my words, you'll regret ever crossing me."
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Taehyung smiled up at him, a wicked, challenging curve of his lips. "I look forward to it, Mr. Jungkook," he replied, his voice dripping with honeyed venom. "I have a feeling this is only the beginning of a beautiful, beautiful friendship."
As Jungkook turned and strode away, his mind raced with dark thoughts and deadly plans. He knew, with grim certainty, that Taehyung would not make this easy for him. But he also knew that in the end, he would emerge victorious. He always did.
And that's how the story of Hate to Obsession start wanna know what happened next so make sure to stay tuned ๐๐
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