Jungkook stood at the doorway of his quiet clinic, the hum of fluorescent lights complemented by the faint scent of antiseptic. At 43, he seemed untouched by time, his youthful looks belying the gravity of his profession as a skilled doctor. To the world, he was a gentle healer, the kind of man who could evoke laughter from his patients with a mere smile. But beneath that polished exterior lay a labyrinth of obsession, one that twisted deeper with every passing day

His phone buzzed insistently on the desk, a bright splash of reality piercing through the mist of his thoughts. It was Jin, his best friend, reminding him of another evening with Sushmita, his best friend's daughter “She’s been feeling a bit off lately. Can you come by and check on her?” The message tinged with concern made Jungkook’s heart race, but not for the reasons Jin would expect

“Of course,” Jungkook texted back, his fingers lingering on the screen a heartbeat longer than necessary. He cared for Sushmita like a protective uncle would, or so it seemed to others. But in the shadows of his heart, she was not just a girl in need. She was his Babydoll — a cherished title that twisted his affection into something darker

Every time he walked into the house he had known for years, he felt a rush of adrenaline, obscured by the comforting familiarity of its walls. The scent of Jin's cooking wafted through the air, mixing with the slight tang of antiseptic that clung to Jungkook. He found her in her room, ethereal, surrounded by the soft pastel colors of her teenage sanctuary. Her laughter rang like a bell in a silent chapel, sweet yet laden with a weight Jungkook felt deep in his bones

Jungkook: “Hey, Babydoll,” he greeted, his voice smooth as silk, masking an undercurrent of something more sinister