When Choi Minho barged into his mansion, his entire employees seemed to flinch, not daring to meet the politician's cold menacing eyes which seemed to burn through everyone he passed by. They all knew why their master was this furious and they were scared to approach them, some even trembling in fear.

Minho didn't utter a word until he barged into the large room he called his office, slamming the door shut before a terrifying scream got freed from his throat. His fist banging against the shining diamond glass of his desk, chest heaving with every breath he forcefully took in.

His eyes narrowed when he recalled the past days in his head, over and over again. Mind spinning around the words and movements repeating and swirling in his unstoppable mind, never coming to an end and even haunting him in his dreams. Unstoppable.

"S-sir... something h-happened in the asylum... y-your... u-um... Kim Taehyung is not in his cell anymore... it seems like the asylum was attacked. A-and most of the patients are gone."

Minho screamed when he heard these words again, crashing his fist down onto his desk again, creating a bloody mess on the clear surface before he let go, huffing loudly.

"Gone", he growled, dark eyes fixed on the black and white picture in front of him, standing on his desk, it was a picture of Taehyung, innocently playing with his hair while he stared into space.

The picture has been taken without Taehyung's notice, sitting in the backyard of his parents' house, not noticing that he back then has been watched by Minho's men. "My flower's gone huh... ", Minho laughed at the end, tilting his head back.

The thought of his Taehyung away from him wasn't coming to his mind, he claimed this boy since ever. His father didn't understand why Minho was this obsessed with the pretty brunet and why his son didn't want to let go of him, not even loving him but more obsessing over the thought of owning the pretty boy who haunted his thoughts since so many years already.

After all, he had his own soulmate.

Minho didn't accept him with the argument of him not being gay. But he was still obsessed with the thought of owning yet another male, playing with everyone's feelings around since after all, he could do this, he had power and wealth and no one could stop him from doing what he wanted, not even his own father.

"Sir, are you alright? I heard you screaming", the timid voice of another male called out for Minho's attention, voice almost as soft as the featherly touch of a kitten's paw, but Minho ignored the male, eyes fixed on the picture of Taehyung.

"I don't want you to bother me. And I in fact don't want to see your face today, Taemin", Minho spat with clear hatred lacing over his voice, making his actual soulmate Taemin flinch back from the harshness of his words.

"I-I'm sorry... I just wanted to know if you're okay", he whispered pained, eyes desperately fixed onto Minho's wide back. The man chuckled before lifting his head, still not looking at Taemin, something he hated to do.

Reminding him of his pathetic soulmate who kept clinging to him but he couldn't throw him out, he needed Taemin close since soulmates gave each other strength.

"I don't need your worry, whore. Now get out before I beat you up again", Minho bit through gritted teeth. Lee Taemin flinched again by the words, suppressing a whimper by the hateful exclaim of his own soulmate, bowing his head in defeat.

"My apology, Sir", he whispered since he wasn't even allowed to call Minho by his own name sine the male didn't like it. It made his name dirty, he said.

Taemin's eyes flickered towards the picture in front of Minho, heart clenching when he stared at the beautiful brunet displayed on it. Taemin has always wondered what made Kim Taehyung this special, and what the boy had that he didn't...

He hated this male with his entire being for stealing his soulmate away from him.

Even though Minho was considered a monster, Taemin still loved him willingly and wanted to get close to this mysterious man he lost his heart to.

Yet he was only accepted in his presence because of their bond but Minho made it clear that he indeed would never accept Taemin. Not when he yearned for another male with his entire being, locking him away until he was broken so Minho could fully claim him.

And yet again, Taemin just wished to be in Taehyung's place. It might be obsession but at least, Minho somehow managed to love Taehyung in his own, wrong and twisted ways.

Taemin wished for nothing than Minho to love him.

"You can do something for me, when you're already here", Minho suddenly spoke up, picking the framed picture up and stroking the place where Taehyung's cheek was displayed. A sick smile on his face and a dark promise in his heart to get the desired prey back and finally bounding the boy to him, whether he would break or not.

After all, Taehyung was only a breakable toy to Minho he wanted to have, a trophy to satisfy his sick needs. A property.

"Go and fetch Jung Hoseok for me... I'm in the need of a rough fuck", Minho smirked, and Taemin obeyed, with heavy heart and slow footsteps.

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