"This one was all mine. Mine to do anything I wanted. My own private plaything"

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"Pass me the ball!" I shout to Michael as I chased him by a few inches beside him.

We're in the basketball court of our university. Its literally the mid of the day but we're here playing, testing our stamina and flowing sweat like our life depends on this game. Well, anything that I do actually seems like this to me. I do it with everything in me, let it be a small thing or a big one.

I want to be the best in anything I do. I just see myself on top of anyone. Yup, it's the superiority complex that I carry with myself. I have my name in the biggest group of this uni, I'm heading to be the next leader of the most dangerous gang. Gotta live by the name.

Michael seems to listen to me as he slowed down a little and throws the ball towards me. I smoothly catch it and while thumping it hardly on the floor, I run towards the basket. The winning goal, it's going to be me who'll do it. The one who will finish the game

I clench my jaw, feeling the sweat dripping down my hairline. I'm sweating more considering it's actually afternoon when we decided to have this little match. My feet are thumping loudly against the floor. The shoes feel very hot inside due to all the activity. Dogding by the other players, I swiftly made it to the goal. Many other guys try to steal the ball from my grasp but once I have something in my hands, there's no way you can take it unless I give it to you.

I see the leader of the other group yelling at his team to snatch the ball from me. I smirk as I hear him struggle but not himself getting close to me. I remember the last time we had this match very well. We were again against this team only. The supposed leader tried to push me when I was almost near the basket, which was not only a foul but also an invite to hospital bed. The act of him pushing me down ended up in me colliding with the floor quite hard, scratching my bare calf on the side I fell down.

I've had scratches like those many times but this time it was because of him. He did me wrong and I couldn't let it slide. So I beat the shit out of him. Quite literally. He was in hospital for a whole week. I'm not much into physical violence but when the anger takes over me I don't give any flying fuck if the person in front of me dies. And everyone around me fears that. Especially Michael, who's with me most of the times. He tries to cool things himself before I step in.

I glare up through my focused eyes at the ring. Swiftly, I reach there with the thumping basketball and then, jumping up high, I put the basketball into the basket.

Wasn't a big deal.

Once a ball comes into my hands, it's destiny it through the basket only.

Claps erupted in the Court as I smiled at the perfect goal. A few of the boys patted my back. I look at the leader of the opposite team to find him scowling at me. I don't have to do anything, the win is enough to make him run away from the court like some dog with its tail between his legs.

"You did good!" Michael side hugs my shoulders.

I chuckle and mumble, "Like always."

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After putting on the Grey sweatpants, I walk out of the bathroom. After the little match, I was sweating gallons and my body felt like it was thrown into hot lava. I knew I needed a cold shower. That's what I did. I straight came to the lockers to change after cooling down my burning body.

My torso is bare, a few droplets of water still cascading down my shoulders. With the Grey towel set on my shoulders, I try to wipe my chest before I rake it through my wet hair, trying to dry them or at least soak the unwanted extra water from them.

Walking towards the bench, I find my bag there like I left it. My slippers make soft noise on the tiled floor as I reach my gym bag. Picking my phone from it, I grunt as I sit down next to my bag. I did some athletic sport after quite long, and my calves feel sore. But it's ok, at least I won. It'll be better very soon.

Turning my phone on, I scroll through the tons of notifications. Most of these include of girls trying to communicate with me on Instagram because it's a very rare unlikely case that they find out about my number. Even if they accidentally did, they go straight to block list. At least at this period of time.

To be honest, the girls sliding into my dms to talk with me used to interest me before. I've seen them sending straight up nudes to me. I've lost count on the number of tits I've seen since I stepped into uni through my phone dms. I used to find pride in them. I have accepted invite of a few girls for one night stands too. And that one night stand never turned into two. It's like fuck and forget.

However, it's been almost two months of celibacy for me. The only reason is only one girl. Kim Hana. My stomach acts up at her thought. Just how weak this girl has made me, it makes me feel so much crazy. Other than my family, I've never had any weakness. I've never felt someone getting close to my heart this much, until her. She has bewitched me, and I don't seem to complain. I just want to claim her. In my twisted way.

I mean I can be nice and ask her out cutely. Be the puppy guy, golden personality for her but nah, there's no fun in it. I'm a twisted man and my ways to win her are just as twisted. I'll give her a flower before teasing her pussy with the same, I'll take her to see a sunset by the cliff only to hang her face down the cliff while fucking her hard by the edge, I'll take her out for a dinner then pour the wine on her pussy to eat it out like my dessert. There are so many things I would do to her. She's mine and where I'll treat her like a queen, she'll also he treated like my personal fuck hole.

I bite my tongue to stop my mind from dirty fantasizing about her yet again. Just as I'm scrolling through the notifications, I see one from her Instagram account. She recently posted some story. Within the speed of light, I click on it. My eyes gets blessed when I see a mirror selfie of hers. She took it today. She's wearing the same clothes as I saw on her in the morning. A pretty mid thigh floral dress with her wavy hair middle parted. She looks gorgeous like she always does.

She's leaning a little towards the mirror, giving me a good peak into her cleavage. Her soft honey thighs looks so tempting. I want to grab them so hard that they bruise. I want to bite on them, leaving marks over there. Just imagining her taking a photo like this after I leave purple red marks on her thighs makes my cock twitch inside my slacks.

Fuck, this woman. I'm down bad for her. It's literally so crazy.

I look down at my crotch to find the outline of my almost hard dick. As much as I wanna scowl at this horny bastard, I resist the urge to do it. Instead I close the app on my phone and open the phone dm to her. Clicking on the camera icon, I angle the phone in a way that it shows my crotch area. With the other hand, I grab my hard dick to make the outline of it obvious through the sweatpants. My face doesn't come in the frame, but my tatted hand holding my covered dick and my bare waist comes in perfect view. The waistband of my Calvin kliens is on view too.

I click the selfie and quickly send it to her with a text attached to it.

Me:
Look what the Pic in your story did to me.

I just stand up to put on my T shirt because I know she won't just see it right away. She'll probably leave it on seen or will reply to it in ages. Well, when it comes to her, my self respect flies to other planet. But then I break into her house to punish her for doing that to me. She knows it all too well too.

Before I could even pick the T shirt from my gym bag, my phone chimed. I again jump on the phone in less than a second. Seeing the notification, I see that she replied to me. No way. This has to be added into the most unexpected things that has ever happened in my life.

My peach:
What the- You can't be serious. I'm in the middle of my lecture!

I bite my cheek to suppress a smile. She replied to me. Made my day.

Me:
Does that mean I can send you dick pics after your lecture is over?

I see her typing but before she can send anything to me, I send another text.

Me:
I have quite a few dick pics from all the times you've made me hard, baby.

My peach:
What? No! Don't send me any pics ever, to be honest.
You're unbelievable.
Don't text me, I'm not as free as you are.

Well yup, a little pout forms on my mouth but hey, at least she replied. This is the first time she has actually replied to me. Does that mean I managed to get under her skin to do enough that she had to reply to me? I think this trick works then.

If sending her dick pics will get her attention to me, I'd do it everyday. Because it isn't like I don't get a hard on every day because of her.

I put the black T shirt on. It's the same one I was wearing around a week ago when I made her ride my bike with me. Next thing she'll be riding is probably my dick. Quite soon.

I still recall that night any time I get. She was a blushing mess, I wanted to capture her body language and show it to her. She would know just how bad she is at resisting and just how badly I could sense the moisture between her thighs.

The events of those guys commenting on my girl has also never left my mind. There was no Michael there to stop me from snapping at them. When I chased them down, I literally beat them to pulp. It wasn't a very big task. I always carry a gun with me. When I was just behind them, I had the privilege of the whole road bring empty from any other human existence. It was only one bullet that was shot from my gun which collided directly into the tire of their bike.

They crashed very badly down on the road. They were already screaming for life and I did no pity on them. Instead when their bike finally stopped and they tried to get on their feet after the mind bogling crash, I caught them. They were already half dead, covered in blood and scratches. And like I thought, they had the similar snake around the triangle tattoo on the back of their nape. They belong to Shadow Crew. That heightened my already at peak anger.

So I beat the shit out of them with the baseball I luckily had that day. They were screaming, crying for mercy but all I was seeing was red. They should be grateful I didn't kill them. They're still in the hospital, they would be there for weeks.

I thought when Yoongi would know about what I did, he would get angry but after he got to know that I did it because they tried to eve tease Hana, he didn't actually do anything. But thing is that everyone around the uni knows about the incident now. No one knows that I did that because of Hana though. They just think that it was just some girl. Only Yoongi, Hana, those two guys and I know about it.

Yoongi is suspicious, like he should be. Why would I beat some guys up because of Hana? That's what he must be thinking but he never questioned me. Hana is best friend of Yoongi's sister, so I suppose he has brother instinct with her too. So if not me, then he must he asking her or warning her in one way or another. And if I get to know about him actually doing that, I won't think twice before sneaking into his house with a gun too. I won't let anyone come between me and her.

I walk out of the locker with my bag slung on my shoulder. I have something in my mind for tonight with Hana. And for that, I kind of have to kidnap her.

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In the evening

I watch Hana from the glass door of the animal shelter she works in. She's cheerful like always, doing her work but also looks a little exhausted. It's almost the time they close and I guess in about ten minutes, they'll be done with everything.

Just when she'll come, I'll somehow pursue her to get into my car. I mean I'll kidnap her but with her consent. I know it's crazy, but this will only be done if she agrees otherwise I quite literally have to kidnap her.

I sigh and look down at my phone again. I scroll through all the photos I secretly took of her. From her shelter job, library studying, her room's window, some from college and some from when I sneaked into her house while she was sleeping. Sometimes I feel like sitting beside her all the time and see her sleeping. She would definitely mind it but not when I'll tie her up.

I hear noise of laughter from the place Hana is at. Looking through the window of my black McLaren, I see the workers leaving the place slowly. I look around to see that my girl hasn't left yet. I tap the steering wheel of my car with my fingers waiting for her.

In a few minutes, I see her coming out of the shelter. She's the last one leaving so she had to lock the place too. As she's busy doing that, I start my car. I'll have to drive a little to reach where she is right now. So that's what I did. Just when the engine made the noise, I pushed the race.

I see her as she gets done with her work and with a content smile, she turns around. Before she could walk further, I reach her. Her eyes dart towards my car as I stop the car just in front of her. She looks baffled on seeing it, not knowing that it's me inside. The glass of my car is tinted so she can't actually see through it.

I roll the window of my side down, and dart my face out of the frame to show her my face. Her face relaxes a little but she gets her gaurd up before I could notice.

"Hello, my peach," I smirk.

"The shelter is closed, come tomorrow," she says and turns her face other way.

"I'm here to take you with me," I cut the crap.

She sighs, "Go your way, Jungkook, I have my car today with me."

"Well it's not there anymore and I'm not asking you, I'm telling you that you're coming with me," I state out.

She furrows her eyebrows at me as I stare at her pretty features. She's literally the most gorgeous woman out there.

"What do you mean it's not there?!" she shrieks at me.

"It's at your house right now. You have to come with me."

"How did you take it? I have the key of it," she opens her purse, searching through it for the keys that aren't there.

If I can't go in there without being suspected, I already have someone there to work the thing for me. When I'm not around her, she still needs to be protected. So all the times I'm not the one following her around, I've kept someone to do works for me. Part time, mostly it's just me.

After her searching thoroughly, she looks at me with shaking eyes. Pink cheeks and shaking body. Hide it as much as you can.

"Th-They were just here! How did you..."

"Get in now," I command getting impatient.

She looks at me and sighs. If she wanted to stay away from me, she would've ran away by now but here she is, still standing her ground. She's again fighting within her. She doesn't want to look easy but neither does she want to let go of the want that she feels towards me. It's obvious in the way her eyes are palpating and she's gulping every now and then.

"Umm," she speaks and then clears her throat, still thinking when she already knows she has to comply to me one way or another.

"Fine, I'll go with you and that's only because you did this to me. This is actually kidnapping!" she tries to reason out her feelings in denial again.

"Call it what you want, my peach. I just want you in the seat next to mine," I tell her.

"But promise me, you won't invade my space in there. Y-You will take me home straight and you will just stay silent, driving. I don't actually like talking in car much. And your car must not have very strong car scent, it makes me nauseous. And don't-"

"Get in the fucking car, Hana," I say, cutting her rambling off. She always overthinks everything.

Just as I say it in more stern voice than before, she quickly scrambles to work. Taking small quick steps, she comes to the other side of the car. I open the door for her, and she bends down to look at me. Her cleavage giving me the most delightful sight. She notices me staring down there but doesn't hide herself. Instead, she pushes her chest out a little more before she slides into the seat.

I smirk, bitting my inner cheek as I see her flushed body sat on the seat of my car. She doesn't look at me anymore, just looking down at her small bag. Her hair falls on the side of her face, blocking my view. I don't like it. I want to stare at her. I don't care if she feels shy about it, I just want her to know that she's beautiful. I want her to feel it.

I take my one hand towards her face and brush my fingers on her strand there. She gets startled but look at me immediately. I resist the urge to kiss the life out of her but I'll wait for it. In few moments, I'll be doing it. One step at a time, I don't want her to have a panic attack just now, considering how anxious she gets suddenly.

I just put the strand behind her ear and don't touch her much because if I did, I might end up doing more and this is not the right place for it. Just when I did it, a car honks behind my car. Of fucking course.

I clench my jaw as the person again honks. Cursing under my breathe, I come back to the steering wheel. Pushing the race paddle down, I move my car. It catches the race soon and Hana plunges back in her seat. She yelps but sits still, trying to suppress the little noise under her throat.

"Seat belt," I tell her and she mumbles a small yes before putting it on with her shaking hands.

In the next few minutes, it stayed silent. I notice Hana stealing glances at me from time to time, it's just cute if I think about it. She keeps it subtle but I know her more than she thinks. Her perfume lingers around the air so prettily. I can smell the fragrance like I'm sniffing her neck. Fuck, I do need to breathe her in.

Just when I take a different turn from her house, she starts speaking breaking the unhealthy silence.

"Wait, you're taking the wrong turn," she tells me.

"Am I?" I tease.

"Yeah. Turn around," she instructs.

I don't. Instead I keep straight. She clearly panics.

"Jungkook, please just take me home," she pleads, her voice shaking like I'm going to do something bad to her.

"Not yet, but don't worry I'm not going to do something bad to you. Trust me," I assure her.

"Trust you? You literally kidnap people for hobby," she snarks.

Well that's true, I do that. It is fun but I'm not doing that with her. I'm just taking her out, do what I've planned and then drop her back at her house. The thing is that she just doesn't know it.

" As for kidnapping, I think you're already kidnapped by me, my peach but don't worry, you're safe with me," I try my best to assure her.

"Safe with you? You're literally a bad guy of the uni," another snarky reply.

"Ouch. Don't say that. I make you feel good, I treat you good, protect you from bad guys, grow roses to give you, take care of you when you're out of your house not knowing what will happen to you at anytime. I've been doing a pretty good guy job," I tell her and she looks at me with an uninterested face.

" Other than the fact that I like playing with people's fear and sometimes beat the shit out of them, I don't think there's anything bad in me, isn't it? " I complete.

Her lips part and I resist the urge to smile, laugh out loud. She's so easy to mess with. Gotta be my second favorite hobby.

" You're... Unbelievable, "she mumbles and shakes her head.

" And you like that, don't you? " I tease, further.

" I didn't know you are delusional as a hobby too, " yet another snarky response.

I so likely want to shut that pretty mouth of hers and get it to do something more better than giving me snarky replies, but again I'll just wait. I keep my eyes on the road as I speed up. The atmosphere around looks pleasant now. As we turn towards the hilly area, the green trees, line up around. I love this place.

"Where are you taking me?" she asks me.

"To my den," I answer.

"What?" she softly mumbles. I look at her pale face.

I hum and keep on driving. No, I don't have any den and I'm not taking her to some den either. I'm just chronically diagnosed with always sarcastic syndrome.

"But why?" she asks, falling for it.

"I feel like I'll play hide and seek there with you. It's actually thrilling in woods, especially when it's around sunset. You'll hide and I'll seek for you. The moment I'll catch you, I'll fuck you," I tell her, not actually hating the idea to be honest.

She slumps in her seat," No, you're kidding. "

I look her dead in the eyes and the little bit of Colour she had in her face drains out. I can see her chest rising up and down in anticipation and her thighs clenching together.

"What if I'm not?" I smirk.

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Writing the initial basketball scenes actually reminded me of the previous version of this book . Jk was actually a basketball player in it. Nostalgia actually hit me hard lmao.

Also this book is so close to 50k. Feel like crying oh God! Thanks for your love🌷❤️.

^^this is actually my fav Pic of Jungkook 😩

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