Enigma | yandere! Jungkook au
Pairing : Detective Jungkook x Reader
Genre : yandere au
Warnings : NON-CON, stalking, obsession, revenge, heavy manipulation, groping, blackmail, kidnapping, fear play, disturbing themes, family dynamics, superiority complex, patriarchy
Preview : sometimes your past demons are much stronger than a bright future so be sure whom you are messing with in your past. Cause some never forget and forgiveness is the last word they were taught. Your fate was changed the day you messed with Jeon Jungkook, your regular classmate but little did you know he was far from someone regular. He will take the revenge of his ego being disrespected even if it means waiting for 5 long years.
I do not condone the acts displayed in the story, it’s just a work of fiction written only for entertainment purposes neither any of the BTS members are anything like the story shows.
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Your peaceful slumber was broken by the constant tapping on the glass of your window, the chirpy little hummingbird doing its duty to wake you up every morning like an alarm clock. Fighting with your own self whether to go college or bunk today, you finally decided to leave the bed and started with your morning routine. Monday mornings are really the worst, why can’t there be two Sundays in a row you whined.
Here you are a 22 year old, final year student currently studying medicine with an ambition to become a doctor and prove your parents that you are not someone to underestimate is the mantra that motivates you everyday. Since childhood, you were having this bossy image the one who would always speak up for themselves, getting in trouble for fighting and back talking to evil teachers was very common. You come from a family of doctors, the white coat prestiges known for their calmness and determination and this rebellious attitude of yours wasn’t appreciated a lot by your father. The constant calls from schools for fighting rather than to collect some award has pissed him off, honestly you were just rebelling against your father at this point. For you this was the only way to get his attention, you two weren’t close at all. All he ever did was work, his life was constricted into the four walls of operation theatre, one of the main reasons you despise this profession. Yet you chose to become one, reason being this was the only way your father will ever notice you. For him this profession is everything, it’s like you are someone’s GOD, but to become a god you have to pay a price, for him he paid by disconnecting from everything even his family. No but you did not chose this profession to become a god, you are determined to become a doctor and show your father that you can help others even without neglecting the ones who love you.
When it comes to love you were quite an unlucky one, your first boyfriend cheated on you in a 4 year long relationship, after him you became totally detached. You met some amazing boys in your college even dated a few of them but this time you weren’t ready to invest your time. Each one of them were dumped by you with a span of 4 to 5 months. You were hot headed and even a slight mistake would piss you off, you started imagining all boy will end up cheating on you, you came up with this coping mechanism of dumping them before they leave you. Deep down you knew this was wrong but your neglected childhood and lack of love has turned you into this and only person you blame it on is your parents.
With your half sleepy eyes all thanks to binge watching lovely runner last night, you came out of the bed walking into the shower, idly showering for god knows how long that it left you with no time to make yourself breakfast, guess again canteen food has to come for rescue. Mostly you would skip breakfast but today you decided to treat yourself with a nice hot coffee and croissant since mondays can be rough and you need to buckle up. With final year only having clinical subjects bunking classes was a big no no, and staying in hospitals all day running around is not some easy task to do. Damn med students need to get paid too you complained to yourself.
Double checking the stove and all the light switches, you put on a thick coat and muffler before locking the main door and head towards the bus stop. The walk from home to bus stop used to be your favourite thing, walking on the crumpled autumn leaves with music blasting in your ears but lately it has turned a burden. From past few weeks you have been feeling very low, having this uneasy feeling of being watched, like someone is always following your every move, but whenever you turn around there’s no one.
“It’s just your mind y/n, maybe stop watching all those weird crime documentaries shit at night” your best friend Natty told you when you told her about this feeling of always getting followed. Maybe she is right it’s just your mind playing games.
Sitting here on the bus stop you can still feel eyes on you, it’s a feeling you can’t comprehend, there’s so much negative energy about this feeling, like someone is piercing at you with their eyes. These weeks you have avoided getting out at nights, sometimes your own room doesn’t feel safe.
After 15 whole painful minutes the bus arrived, you quickly jumped inside walking up to the corner most seat. You find comfort in corners, it feels like the walls are hugging you from sides. As a kid you would always crawl up to the comfort of walls whenever you were scared or alone at home. All your childhood you only wished for someone to hug and say everything’s gonna be alright whenever you had a bad dream or whenever someone hurt you at school.
The whole drive you kept looking outside with loud music blasting in your ear, a way of disconnecting from the reality. You love drives, long-drives, the roads that take you no where, just the never ending path. Lost in your thoughts you didn’t realised when you dozed off. You woke from the whistle of conductor who was pointing at you saying your stop has come, well that was faster than before. Your eyes and head is paining like hell maybe you should grab a coffee before going to hospital. There’s this new cafe in town just two streets away from the hospital and you’ve been hearing a lot of buzz about its unique aesthetics and menu. You wanted to visit there long back but having stuck with work and this weird feeling of being trailed down you avoided going, this headache gives the best excuse to try it out today.
Crossing the road you started walking down the street, bag pack hanging loosely to your side, cool breeze hitting your mufflered face making it cherry red like you’ve applied blush. The streets filled with joy, pedestrians walking, shops opening, the aroma of fresh food being prepared, flowers and book shops being stocked up and everyone walking with a coffee mug and phone in hand. Fall season is just so calm, you truly enjoy fall, the time when trees shed themselves and are in their most raw form, beautiful path covered with leaves, the sound of crumpled leaves and coffee mixing together. Without even realising there came a smile on your face, you missed all this due the stress from past weeks you almost stopped noticing all the small details of happiness. Maybe it’s high time you should stop worrying about things which you can’t see and focus on the good parts, maybe you should start with therapy sessions again but this time with a new one. Yes you used to visit your therapist regularly but discontinued after knowing that your parents are taping the sessions, you could have sued the therapist for breaking the code of confidentiality but your pare begged you not to. He was a family friend and did all that on my father’s demand, you were furious when you discovered about the recording the day you were messing with your dad’s computer. It was a pure coincidence. The hatred you have for your parents is incomparable first they neglected your whole childhood, then they ruined your teenage by wanting to control your rebels and now they have successfully ruined your freedom of adulthood by exposing there choice of career on you. You always wanted to open a cafe, a small coffee shop that was also a bookshop but when they came to know about your dream job through taped therapy sessions they were furious and did everything in their hand to manipulate you into entering medical field.
Maybe everything has taken a toll on your mental health and you’ve started hallucinating about this person who you think has been following you. After meandering around for some time you found the cafe at the end of the street, it was a posh area yet an isolated one from the crowd. It did had a unique infrastructure, the place was a single storey shop with different art pieces hanging outside even the seats were different from the usuals. The name of the place suited itself “cafe des arts”, weird but unique. Walking inside you were welcomed by the pleasant aroma of fresh coffee beans, the place was less crowded than expected maybe cause it’s the opening time. A few seats were filled and couple of them were reserved but mostly empty, you stood in the queue of order counter and started surfing instagram in the mean time.
Suddenly you started feeling uncomfortable like someone is watching you again, with your peripheral vision you looked around but found nothing unusual: the couple murmuring over their lattes, the student with headphones typing furiously at his laptop. The small wait suddenly started to feel like forever, your breath became heavy and hands sweaty. You aren’t scared, no, you are just feeling alone, alone with no one by your side, you are afraid of being left alone, the feeling of getting cornered for a lifetime that’s what makes you shiver.
“Good morning Ma’am, what would you like to order?” she girl on the counter asked with a smile. By the time you were thinking to run out of shop your turn to order came, you were pulled from your thoughts by her sweet voice. She was a tiny, blonde girl with pink flushed face probably cause of overuse of blush, she had this twinkle in her eyes, the kind of twinkle you define in poems. A perfect pick for counter job you thought to yourself, the voice is enough to melt people and make them order even if they don’t want to.
“I would like to order a cup of hot coffee and a chocolate croissant for myself” you replied looking up at the menu.
“Sure Ma’am here’s your bill. Please wait of 10 minutes, your order will be ready soon” she answered with a smile handing you the bill. You quickly paid and took the bill from her hand ready to find yourself a cozy corner to sit, as the counter girl moved to the other customer behind you.
“I would like to order a cup of hot coffee and a chocolate croissant” came a painfully familiar deep voice. You know this voice, but couldn’t recognise from where, he has ordered exactly what you ordered. This can’t be coincidence right? With a pounding heart you slightly turned back to see the person whom the voice belonged to, he wasn’t doing anything particularly odd—just giving his order. His eyes were sharp and unblinking, a pale, almost pitch black orbs that seemed to pierce straight through you. His presence was unsettling not because he was out of place, but because he blended in so perfectly, as if he was trying too hard to appear normal. He was a tall man looking in his mid twenties, long black hair with small curls at the ends, he was wearing a black baggy jean with an oversized black T-shirt and a black long coat, his face was covered with a black mask and a black cap on his head, he had long slender fingers and slight dusky skin. Was he some celebrity? Why is he so covered up, I mean it’s cold but not even that cold. Suddenly he locked eyes with you making you flinch internally, they were so cold and lifeless, it was like he was watching through your soul. The depth his stare held made you freeze at your place. You were stunned by the aura, it was not a welcoming aura, it was so much different, it felt like you know him from a long time yet you are seeing him for the first time.
“Excuse me? Do you want something?” came a deep voice. You were pulled out of your haze by this deep raspy voice which sounded like honey gliding through hive. The man was directly looking at you with a slight tilted eyebrow, arms folded standing in a dominating position. You did not like this aura, you could see him smirking through his mask, a wicked smirk. You shifted uncomfortably in your place, breaking eye contact. Maybe he was just a harmless eccentric. But when you risked another glance, he was still staring, his expression unreadable, like he was studying you, waiting for something. Quickly composing yourself you stood straight with a bitch resting face.
“I’m sorry I mistook you for someone I know” you replied clearing your throat to cut the awkwardness.
The barista called out an order, momentarily shattering the spell of silence between you two.
“Ma’am your order is here” she called with a cup of coffee and a croissant on a tray. Maybe it’s the best for you to get out of this place and also you were getting late for college. Taking the tray from her hand you took the cup and croissant in your hand which tightened around the coffee cup, the ceramic warm against your clammy palms. Turning around you directly jolted towards the exit of the cafe without giving him a single glance. You could feel those dark orbs ogling at you the whole time while you were leaving.
“Excuse me,” a voice called, his pitch low and smooth, hesitantly you turned. “You dropped this” he held out a napkin. Exhaling you let out a sigh of relief.
“Thanks,” you managed to say, your voice thin and uncertain. Reaching out, hesitating before taking it from his hand. His fingers lingered for a second too long, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You should be more careful,” he said, his tone polite but weighted with something you couldn’t name.
Hastily you turned and ran out of the shop, it is the best to not come here again. Running outside you were hit by the freezing air again, making you realise you were holding your breath this whole time. What a weird way to start a day you thought to yourself. Sprinting back towards the hospital you couldn’t stop thinking about him, something was so off about him, his aura, his voice, you have experienced it before but didn’t know when or where. Do you actually know him?
The whole day you kept thinking about him, the mere memory of this small interaction kept coming back. You didn’t told anyone about this, Natty kept on asking you why you were so distracted. You were so diverted that you were about to give insulin in place of activated charcoal to a cyanide poisoning patient mindlessly. Well that would’ve ended your future career completely but Dave came at the right time pulling you from your thoughts and stopping this disaster.
“Were you actually going to give him insulin for real” she asked you in disbelief. You were dumbfounded with what the hell you were about to do. “Seriously y/n what s gotten into you? From this past weeks you’re behaving strangely going on about your feeling of getting watched and today you were about to give insulin shot in place of activated charcoal” she asked concerningly.
“I.. I don’t know Natty, I don’t know what I’m doing or what’s happening to me” you blubbered almost giving up. You were so exhausted with everything, only thing you wanted right now was to scoot in the corner of your room and have a good cry.
“Hey hey! Please don’t take so much stress. I’m sorry if I sounded pushy. Y/n just remember don’t push yourself so hard, you haven’t taken a break in 4 months maybe it’s affecting your mind. Take a break get yourself together and if you need someone to talk to remember I’m here for you” she calmly said while hugging you. “But right now I suggest take a break, meet your family or go on a vacation and fresh your mind”she added.
“She knows your family dynamics is pretty toxic but they’re still they’re your family and would never want bad for you” Dave said patting you from behind.
Natty and Dave are the only friends who remained with you from your childhood. You all took the medicine entrance test together and got into the same college. You could say they’ve known you more than your parents and you trust them with your life.
So for the first time you actually thought of following their advice “maybe you’re both right! I should take a break and visit my parents, I think their toxicity will make me like this place back again” you replied quietly.
Sighing at your reply Dave gave you head smack “whatever atleast you listened to us this time.”
“Come on then here take this pen and write the leave letter or you want me to write it” Natty asked playfully to cheer you up.
“I mean I can never decline free help lol, you can write it if you want” you teased back. “Ok I’m going to finish the left work so they can actually permit the leave. Let’s go Dave. Natty you write and submit the letter to Dean office please” you said in exaltation before running out of the room.
Dave is your clinical round partner so you spend most of the day with him. At this point you meet Dave more than Natty and that does make her a bit jealous since she had this huge crush on him since childhood. Honestly you ship them the most but these two idiots just won’t confess, you’ve been rooting for them from years and now almost given up since none of them is ready to accept that they like each other.
Your hospital shifts are over with all your pending work completed and leave approved, you’re all set to go. Leaving the hospital premise you collected your bag pack, put on your furry coat and muffler to step out in the open where you were welcomed with yet again the chilly wind and almost empty street since it was almost midnight. Cursing to yourself for not knowing how to drive you have no other option but to find a cab, buses stop working at this hour and metro is too far from hospital. You started walking down the street hoping to find a cab although the chances were less, some street lights were flickering and you could see all the shops getting closed, the only ones open were 7/11 and a few gaming bars. The streets were so quiet that you could hear your own footsteps echoing around, you hate the echoes it reminds you of your big empty house where you grew up. To distract yourself you plugged in your earphones and blasted them with “TheWeekend” album, you love his music, now that the echoes have stopped you started walking again humming to yourself. Some drunkard passes whistling at you, which you replied with a big middle finger pointing at him, these jerks really think they can do whatever they want just because they got their ass wasted. The moon hung low in the sky,casting a silvery glow over the further empty street, your footsteps still softly echoing against the pavement. The cool air wrapped around you, carrying the faint scent of alcohol in the air probably coming from the wine yard across the street. Streetlights flickering their yellow glow illuminating patches of the sidewalk, while shadows pooled in the corners, deep and quiet. You pulled your coat tighter, glancing around as the night seemed to stretch endlessly with still no cabs in sight. A distant dog bark cut through the loud music, breaking your shell, but soon it was still again. Your breath formed small clouds in the chilly air, a reminder of your solitude. You started walking briskly down the second street as you reached the cafe where the morning incident took place, the rhythmic sound of your footsteps echoed around but for some reason you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were not alone right now. As you stood in front a closed storefront, the glass reflected your figure - a solitary silhouette against the darkened world. You glanced over your shoulder, heart quickening as you noticed a dark figure lingering at the end of the block. The figure seemed to blend into the shadows, yet there was an unmistakable presence. Your breath caught in your throat as you quickened your pace, the echo of your shoes now accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible sound behind you - a soft scoff.
Your mind raced with thoughts, each one more alarming than the last. You kept telling yourself that it just your imagination and maybe you should stop watching those crime documentaries, yet the instinctual chill creeping down your spine suggested otherwise. Shadows stretched long and dark under the flickering streetlights, creating a labyrinth of uncertainty. With each step, you felt the weight of quiet surrounding, the eerie stillness amplifying your senses.
Suddenly a shiver ran down your spine as you heard footsteps behind, mirroring your pace and a cold sweat broke out along your brow. You turned down the narrow alley, hoping to lose the shadow following you. The sound of your heartbeat thudded in your ears as you glanced back again, breath coming in sharp gasps. The figure was closer now, the uncertainty tightening your chest. Was it a stranger? Were you in danger?
Just as you felt the urge to run, the figure stepped into the light, and you recognized the familiar face. “Hey!” Dave called out, laughing softly. “I didn’t mean to scare you! I thought you could use some company.”
Relief washed over you, quickly replacing the adrenaline. You laughed shakily,heart still racing. “You scared me half to death! I thought someone was following me.”
Dave grinned, hands tucked into pockets. “I should’ve called out sooner. Sorry about that!”
“Sorry won’t work Dave, buy me ice cream” you poked fun at him.
“Guess I’m left with no other option than” he laughed while you two started walking together. The shadows felt less threatening now, transformed by warmth of laughter. “Did you book your flight tickets?” he asked.
“Not yet. I’ll do it once I reach home. Didn’t get time today” you sighed.
“Yes you were all around the place completing your pending work from each department” he uttered.
“I hate surgery department so much, they weren’t ready to give leave. How much I had to run today just to get that leave approval, I literally haven’t taken any leave in months. Don’t they feel shame doing all this to us students. We are also humans” and just like this you kept on ranting the whole time how you hated this profession and how toxic is the workplace and Dave listened the whole time with additions of hums and nods in the middle. Like this you both reached your apartment which at the end of this lane, the route felt so short when with someone.
“Thanks Dave you saved the day or better say night” you turned towards him.
“Let me company you till your apartment then, either way I’ve walked a long way” he happily remarked ready to walk further but you stopped him. Now feeling guilty for making him walk extra as his house way behind.
“No no I insist, I’ll walk from here. Also I have to get some groceries from 7/11 if I don’t want to starve tonight” you laughed scratching the nape of your neck from embarrassment. Your fridge was out of food cause all you did was smoke cigarettes the whole day. Your friends hate your smoking habit so you tend to not do it in public, making your house the smoke hub. It’s not like you smoke out of sadness, smoking has kinda became your habit in past few years. One huge groundbreaking impact on your life happened the day you smoked for the first time when you were in high school, it was out of frustration, the toxic environment of your house made you suffocated to the point where you were left with no choice but to rely on this habit. “The habit” which sticked on to you like a leech. After leaving home you tried quitting it but hell this medical field turned out to be a war zone and the habit again became your only anchor. Now if you don’t smoke even for a day your body starts reacting, constipation, stomach ache, migraines all come in handy.
“Ok then see you later. Enjoy your trip bud and don’t forget to call us” he said while leaning to give you a hug.
“You know I hate it there, so probably the only good thing I can do is call you guys” you said with a smile hugging him back. Dave is such a comforting person, it makes you feels like all your worries can dissolve from this one hug. After a solid 2 minutes of hugging which felt lesser in real, you both bid goodbyes. But he didn’t leave, he waited on the corner till you reached the store and entered it, making sure that you are safe.
Supermarkets are worse than nightmares, the urge to buy every single thing here even though you’re broke never dies. You started roaming around in the food section, going from cakes to cream, biscuits to candies, fruits to vegetables, bread to cheese. The shelves are stocked, each row a perfectly organized display of colors and labels, but the absence of human presence makes them seem frozen in time, like a museum exhibit. The faint hum of refrigerators and freezers is the only constant sound, punctuated by the occasional metallic creak of the building settling or the distant drip of a leaky pipe. A cart, left abandoned in the middle of an aisle, sits as if waiting for its owner to return, its wheels slightly askew. The air feels colder than it should, heavy with the scent of cleaning chemicals and stale bread. Quickly collecting some instant noodles, soda and a few pack of cigarettes you moved to the cashier to get your things. Paying through cash and bidding goodbyes with the sweet lady on cash counter, you stepped out of the 7/11, bell above the door chiming softly indicating you are out of the shop premises. The night has turned cooler than before, the air thick with stillness, you could see the empty street till your apartment. Taking in a gush of air you glanced around, sensing an unsettling quiet that made you feel exposed, not even a single bark could be heard.In that moment, the night felt dead, a heavy tension in the air that pressed down around you, and you couldn’t shake this eerie feeling heavy with uncertainty. You can clearly see your apartment entrance from here, you just need to make down the street.
Taking in a gush of air you tightened your grip around the snack bag and sprinted towards your apartment, the only sound heard was the soft crunch of gravel under your shoes. You felt a strange sense of solitude, the thought of happiness surrounded you as you almost reached down the street, just two house more and you’ll reach to your safety.
It was just two house away, you were this close yet so far. It took just a fraction of seconds to change your entire life, your future, your freedom, your happiness. Maybe you should just have let Dave drop you home then this tragedy would never have happened. At least that’s what you tell yourself every time you’re reminded of this day.
A dark figure emerged from the shadows, moving quickly before you could react, he was right in front of you, his face obscured by the darkness, only thing you can see is his dark orbs glimpsing under the moon. “Hey, you!” he called out, voice low and menacing. You know this voice, you’ve heard it before. Your heart raced as you instinctively took a step back, but he was faster. He lunged forward, grabbing your arm with a force that sent shockwaves of fear through you. He was strong, his rough hands on your skin felt like they could cut through you, there was absolute loath in this grip. Your eyes widened in fear as you tried to shout for help but were met with an other hand around your throat almost strangling you, cutting the air around your throat. You started hyperventilating,kicking and scratching around in hopes of getting him off guard. He didn’t even budge, instead his grip on your arm tightened to an extent where you could feel your bones crushing beneath.
“Come on y/n you’re just making it tough for yourself” he ridiculed while catching both of your hand in one and started dragging you from his other free hand towards the empty alley. You were swoon from your place, all your struggles were looking like some joke. Overpowering you in a split second he dragged you by your arm, you were not able to feel your legs, he was dragging you mercilessly not caring about anything.
“NO… HELP SOMEONE PLEASE” you started shouting at the top your lungs, no this is not right he knows your name, this can’t be happening, was the feeling of being watched was real after all. A tons of thoughts were running in your mind as you were frantically shouting for help in the sheer darkness. Shouting for help was the only action you could physically do right now hoping someone will hear it.
“Just shut the fuck up bitch” he roared in a low voice, grabbing you by the hair pulling you with such a force you were thrown to the other side in the air, before you could even scream in pain, he slammed your face straight on the concrete wall, hard nose down. The world around you stopped moving, your body was numb and you could no more feel your breath, he didn’t even let you comprehend what happened, again grabbing you by your hair he picked you up just to smack your bloody nose and head back again on the wall. This time with double force. You wanted to shout in agony, the pain was too much, you couldn’t feel your face anymore afraid that he broke your nose. You lied on the road shaking in terror, the voice was stuck in your throat and wasn’t passing your bloody lips while he stood there joyously looking down at your petrified form fighting for life. You lied face flat on the road with blood oozing out of your head, nose and mouth, those two smacks might have cracked your skull you thought. You staggered forward, one hand pressed tightly against your side, where blood seeped between your fingers and stained your trembling hand. Each shallow breath felt like a shard of glass in the chest, the sharp ache radiating outward and pulling you closer to the ground. Your vision swam, the edges dimming into a suffocating blur as the world around you tilted unnaturally. The metallic taste of blood lingered on your tongue, cracked lips dry and trembling.
Scooting down to your level he patted your head like you were some street dog, tutting at your miserable form. “Look at you, the oh I’m the boss bitch y/n, all curled up in mud and blood. I should have done this to you years ago you cunt but guess time wanted something else” he spat lifting you up roughly by your arm which does feel like it has dislocated by the smack on the wall. You’re confused, utterly confused, who was he and why is he doing all this, what does he mean by done this years ago. Your head was spinning from the impact, you wanted to throw up, fear seems to paralyse your body as you couldn’t even move a finger right now. He lifted you up by your arm, your legs were wobbly and weren’t working on its own. He was dragging your figure half in the air as if it was nothing for him, not even a twitch of muscle while you were holding on to your life. You can feel him dragging your lifeless body somewhere, from half open bloodied eyes you can see a car parked at the end of the dark alley. You are being pulled away from your home, from your freedom, you can’t believe you were this close to reaching your apartment and yet so far. Time and distance stopped making sense at this moment, all you can feel is your tormented body and the rough hands that are dragging you.
“He..helppp. Who, who are you” you tried to shout but came in like a mewl. You were looking so pathetic right now, so powerless, so out of control, the only thing you wished for is all of this turn out to be a another nightmare and that when you wake up, you’ll be in the safety of your bed. Your body started to loose its consciousness, slowly you could feel yourself slipping away from reality. A few times he jolted your lifeless body up to keep you dragging, you can see the car in vision now. He opens the door to slowly place you on the backseat, he bends to pick up something you can feel is a rope. Wait he is tying you up with this rope. This is not a dream, you can feel the sharp surface of rope cutting through your skin.
“Please I’m sorry. Leave me alone” you begged flinching in pain as the ropes kept cutting your skin.
“Leave you? Baby I did not go through all this to leave you” he laughed under his breath and continued to tie your legs, you were left with nothing but to plead till he was finished tying you up. All this while you could only hear his huffs of air skin. He was trying his best not to snap and break your neck, your voice was infuriating him, his tensed muscles always clenching here and there.
“Tell do you remember me?” he suddenly snapped removing his mask. With the little luminescence squinting your eyes you looked at his visible silhouette. Your eyes widened in shock and terror. Your eyes didn’t wanted to believe you, your heart dropped to your stomach as you watched the person in front of you.
“Jeon Jungkook” is all you could say before he gagged you with a cloth. The cloth smelled awful like sedative invading your nostrils. All you remember before passing out was his face giving a menacing smile.
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8 years ago
You were 15, fresh from junior high entering senior high school. Life was fun you were living it to its fullest, finally a chance away from home, it was like heaven. You did had an attitude back then but little did you know that in midst of all this you provoked the wrong person. It was not intentional rather you even had a little crush on him when you first saw him at the starting of your high school. You still vaguely remember seeing him for the first time on the stage participating in a debate competition where his way of speaking, his voice and attitude was what attracted you. Until he started dating one of your friend Bella, she was not so close to be called your best friend but still a part of your group. And then came out his true colours when he was caught cheating on your friend with another girl of your class. Honestly you were ready to throw hands infact all your friends were ready to throw hands on him but the girl herself. Bella was blinded by love well at one point you stopped thinking it was love cause how can she accept someone who claimed to love you but lied about it, went to someone else and did things that were unacceptable to do in a relationship rather you call it his manipulation and god he was so good at it. Always got away with almost all his dirty works whether with teachers by cheating in exams, to selling illegal stuffs to minors and of course his casanova image of sleeping with almost every pretty girl in campus. You never understood how he even gets all these girls, he was a pretty average looking boy with cute bunny teeth, messy hair coming to school in disrupted uniform. The thing which made him stood out was his attitude, an attitude boys were jealous of, the confidence with which he carried himself like he owns the place, the way he speaks his thoughts and can almost read anyone’s face. Sometimes his way of speaking sends chills down peoples spine as to how can someone at such a young age understands the world, the human psychology so well. He just knows the right words for every situation. He was a mystery to everyone, where he lives, his family, his past everything was such a mystery and honestly you never wanted to unfold it. Rumours were that he belonged to some powerful family from underworld, he would sometimes skip weeks of classes and then suddenly show up one fine day, a few times often he would show up with new fresh wound, sometimes with a grievous scar. After sometimes you even started believing these rumours about him, like somethings were really off about him so why not to believe this theory.
Time flied and 3 years passed, you turned 18, Bella was still with him, only the difference was he would now openly cheat on her with other girls and come back at night for shelter at the house you and your friends were sharing. You were total of 5 girls sharing this flat and if it was in your hands you would have thrown him out of the house long back but out of respect for your friend who was blinded by his manipulation you were quite. Still can’t believe you had a crush on him in the beginning, your current relationship with him was what you say with a ghost, like you see each other in class, at home, everyday and if ever bump into each other quickly exchange some words of hellos and then leave. That was until he started showing his egoistic side towards you. For the first time he disrespected you and your friends was when fighting with Bella on how her friends are brainwashing her against him cause they all are jealous of their so called relationship and she being all quiet and never bothering to defend you all.
Then came college fest and your batch being the final years of high school were the conducting the function, the whole situation was a mess. No body wanted to work with Jungkook, everyone being fed up of his superiority complex attitude and the tantrum he would throw just because he thinks he is better than others. It was official to say that Jeon Jungkook was hated by every sane person in your school. God knows what these dumb girls see in him, it is their doing that today he has this attitude cause they allowed him to have that, they allowed him to treat them like shit and then when left heart broken after he leaves each one of them, will sit around and cry about it. For him girls were like playtoy now and seeing them cry for him would feed his ego even more and more. But his inner demons which were nurtured inside him started growing years back and was much more than an egoistic bastard, something to not mess with, someone you would pray not to cross paths with, the reason also boys were afraid of him and his aura, something which was deeply rooted in him. But you were oblivious to all this, if known what that one incident will lead to, you would have never in your wildest dreams done that.
It was the evening all stage performances were to take place, you were a part of management team and responsible for all the performances to happen smoothly. Jungkook was the captain of green house which was running at the second place till now behind blue house, he needed to win two stage events for winning the inter school championship cup. Pretty confident that he will win solo dance, he only needed to secure the group dance points but here the competition is not easy as their rivals blue house are the winners of group dance from past two years. Everyone was looking forward for this rivalry tonight but nobody was expecting what was coming next, everything was going smoothly but your main concern was the night to happen without any drama, this was your responsibility. Solo performances happened smoothly, Jungkook as expected won the first spot, can’t lie boy is a beast at everything he does, never seen a second spot in life. Now was the turn for group dance performances, blue house was to go on stage first lead by its leader Jaehyun. The performance started and what an act they put up, simply spectacular, everything and everyone was on point, every step and every flip highly coordinated and synchronised. Their bodies moved fluid so flawlessly on every beat, it was ok to say they leaved quite an impression on the judges. But one person wasn’t looking happy at all and that was Jeon Jungkook, for the first time you saw a tint of nervousness on the mighty unhinged Jungkook. While blue house was leaving the stage collecting all the appreciation and cheering from the audience, Jungkook went to Jaehyun for an exchange of words and from your point of view you could tell it was not a good one cause Jaehyun looks quickly changed to what you call as annoyance.
Green house quickly took the stage and as the thrumming rhythm of music started blazing into your ears, Jungkook took the centre stage with most of the spotlight on him and they began to dance. Their bodies were moving with rhythm, footsteps sliding and dropping together, they threw their arms out and waved them from side to side simultaneously kicking in the air perfectly in tune with the beat. Their jackets spun around and for a moment it felt like they were flying, they whirled around, dipping low then soaring into the air, it was least to say they were looking perfect together as a group. With a radium torch light as there prop, the flashing colors momentarily blinding the audience, you could feel the adrenaline rush as an audience. The performance was coming to an end as they were doing a final finale formation with Jungkook guiding the group with his radium stick and them doing a back flip as they turns were coming, suddenly the torch went off by a malfunction breaking the tempo of flips and them messing the final sequence. The music stopped, the performance ended, everyone was stunned apart from the last part the whole performance was phenomenal, the audience cheered, judges clapped but one person was looking far from happy. Jungkook was fuming with anger, he quickly left the stage leaving the group behind as they bowed together. You could feel the intensity of his rage from afar only but what you didn’t expected was him sprinting towards you with a dark look no one can comprehend. He came face to face with you and started shouting all kind of profanities about how carelessly the management group has acted.
Jungkook with a heavy panting voice shouted “You all call this shit show as management, what the fuck kind of management is this. I’m pretty sure it’s all done on purpose. You fuckers are just a piece of shit.” For one moment you weren’t able to process what was happening like why was he blaming the malfunction on the management crew, it’s not like you all are responsible for the props. You cannot get angry here otherwise it could turn out as a bad impression on your side, you need to handle the situation calmly you thought.
Collecting a gush of air you breathe out and spoke as calmly as possible “Jungkook the props are not under our management, it’s on the team who are using it. We are only responsible for sound boxes, the stage lighting and audience disciplinary. It’s unfortunate that the malfunction occurred and I’m sorry for that but you should have checked the props beforehand.”
Jungkook did not looked pleased at all by your reply, how dare you talk back to him.
“Oh! So you mean to say it is my fault that my team will not get the first place. Who the fuck do you think you are bitch to call me out and say it’s my fault when it’s your bloody management team who cannot even organise a petty show like this” he bursted at your face angrily. This was the last straw of modesty you were having this guy needs to know his place, just because of a small malfunction he is acting out thinking he owns this place and you all will listen to whatever shit he will throw at people around him.
“Listen up little missy go and cry like a bitch to someone who gives a shit cause I ain’t, if you can’t handle defeat then don’t take part in competitions. There was definitely someone better than you tonight if you think you’ll loose because of some prop malfunction” you spoke back with authority. You could visibly see the veins on his head popping, a rage radiating around, his hot breath was hitting your face, nostrils flaring in anger with his fists curled up he was almost ready to throw hands on you but that didn’t bothered you cause you knew exactly what kind of egoistic pussy he was, only play pretend. He doesn’t have the balls to do something in public. All he knows is manipulating people with his doe eyes and twisted words, but you also knew this art, what he thinks he is the only one who can read people, you were born and brought in an environment where you needed to be psychologically strong in order to survive plus your parents have also raised a rebel who will not take any shit from anyone specially from someone like Jungkook. The people around you could sense the intensity of tension building up and if not intervined may lead to something bad, them knowing Jungkook’s reputation knew he wouldn’t think twice before doing something violent. A few of your crew members step up and tried to push Jungkook away from you but he wouldn’t budge and neither were you ready to take a step back, if he wants to pick a fight let him then he’ll learn about the consequences. The scene got so visible that teachers have to come up to see what was happening backstages, all your friends were trying to calm both of you down. Bella arrived at the place and it was not a surprise she ran to him instead of having your back.
“Jungkook please let it go. It was not their fault, the results are soon to be announced and your behaviour can put a bad impression. Baby let it go” Bella said timidly while taking his hands. With a lot of struggle and pacification Bella and the other green house members took Jungkook away while you were standing there stunned, surrounded by people, he made you look weak, he humiliated you in public and you couldn’t do anything. People had to step up to protect you, you were furious was least to say and you’ll not let him go away so easily for this. You’ll let him know he messed with the wrong person.
The results were announced, blue house won the trophy, everyone was cheering, dancing and enjoying the after party but there were two people in the audience with two different intentions. You who was happy on green houses defeat and Jungkook who was shaking in anger, first time in his life he lost something and he knew whom to blame, he will never loose.
The after party was a blast you enjoyed shaking away all the bad memories, while at your house Jungkook was waiting for your return. You and your housemates returned late that night, upon entering you all were shocked to be greeted by Jungkook who was smiling sweetly, looking directly at you, a smile you all can clearly see was not at all welcoming.
You gave a death glare at him shouting in anger “Who the fuck you think you are huh!! Jeon Jungkook who allowed you to enter my house without permission”.
“Your house??” he mocked. “Bella I thought you guys paid equal rent to live here. Isn’t it a bit ignorant to say “your house” y/n” he said musingly.
You could not stand this attitude anymore, not when he is speaking all this under your shelter thinking he owns this place. “Listen up Jungkook” you were about to continue but he interrupted you in between “why don’t we talk somewhere privately, I don’t think you would love to make a clown of yourself in front of your friends y/n” he said lethargically while moving towards Bella’s room.
Your other friends tried to stop you from going inside “no need to go inside y/n he’s a jerk, just let him be. Let’s go upstairs” your best friend Natty said while holding your arm trying to take you upstairs. You on the other hand had other plans. “it’s ok I’ll be fine inside. I know he’s just all big mouth, besides his words won’t work on me. But Bella I expected better from you, if you don’t support us at least don’t stand with him when he is mocking us on our faces” you and your other friends gave her a disgusted look while she stood there silently looking down as always. Really talking sense to her is like talking to a stone, shaking your head, you moved towards Bella’s room where Jungkook was waiting for you. Bella started coming with you but an authoritative voice stopped her.
“Not you Bella. I’ve only asked y/n to come” Jungkook said from inside the room. Look at the audacity of this bastard, you entered the room with a blank face not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you pissed.
“If anything happens just give us a call we’re right outside y/n” Natty said concernly before you closed the door giving her a thumbs up.
You closed the door and turned to face him who was sitting man spreading on the bed like a king. “Don’t just stand and sprawl your eyes on me, have a sit” he eyed towards the chair in the room. You rolled your eyes and sat on the chair crossing your legs staring into his eyes. The small room felt stifling, the air heavy with the tension that had been building for weeks. A single lamp cast a pale glow over the cluttered desk and the stacks of books that lined the walls, their spines like silent witnesses to the unfolding disaster.
Jungkook scoffed at your boldness “you’re so cute, why are you wasting your time fighting me” he said ever so softly folding his arms trying to stare into your soul. You scrunched your brows in confusion, this was not something you were expecting him to say rather you thought he’ll bash all the foul words at you basically ready to fight. “You really are something huh! Do you think I’m here to have chit chat with you Jungkook after the show you put on today” you scuffed at him.
“Don’t mind my actions of that time I was in another zone. Right now I’m here to talk to you y/n like a friend” he said with a soft smile. A friend? For real can he even hear himself!
“Listen up Jungkook I’m not here to deal with your dramas. Besides I’ve given you enough chances in past but you and your egoistic ass just doesn’t care about anyone but himself” you spat venomously. Today you were going to finish this once and for all, you all have had enough of this guy in your house behaving like he owns it. Always walking around in authority which he clearly doesn’t have.
“Wou wou wou! Chances? Where are we even going girl. What do you mean by chances?” he calmly asked flashing his ever so charming smile like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
“So now you want to count every single of your fuckery you’ve ever done to us” you snapped, voice sharp enough to cut through the oppressive silence. You stood by the window, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, as though holding yourself together.
You could see his hands running through his hair in frustration. His jaw clenched before he turned to face you, his eyes dark with anger and something deeper, harder to define. “Yes why not? Go on tell me what wrong I did to you, or any of you. As much as I remember you all are not worthy of my hate too” he barked. You could sense his composure slightly running off. Huh! Fucker can’t even act for a while.
“I don’t know about worth Jungkook but definitely we are not shameless enough to stay at a place and act like we belong there even though no one wants us there. You know what it is called “self respect” which we clearly have and you don’t” your laugh was bitter, almost a scoff.
Jungkook took a step closer, his movements sharp and tense. “You better watch that little mouth of yours before speaking or I……”
“Or what huh! You can’t even touch me, touch screw it, I don’t want you near the parameters of this house or me Jungkook or you’ll see how good a police station looks” you snapped interrupting him in between. You could see hesitation flickering with rage on his face, but the hesitation was for minute second before anger took over him. Clenching his fists he took a step closer to you. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the distant hum of traffic outside. Both of you stood in your places as him some external force has held on your feets, none ready to back off.
“Looks like you have nothing to say. Well then if you’ve any self respect left Jungkook then stay away from me or you’ll regret it. Farewell” you said quietly, your voice stiff and stern holding your back. Jungkook opened his mouth to reply, but no words came. He was stunned, not because of you but because of himself. How the hell did he allowed this to happen, how come he failed, how come someone questioned his self respect. He was not angry, he was fumed, he was conflicted, someone made him question his authority and he was not able to do anything, except to stare at her as she confidently making her way out of the room. A part of him wants to end it here only, finish her, strangle her to death, but another part of him the part he keeps hidden from the world is aching to take away that confidence of her, her passion, her desire, her self esteem everything. Jungkook wants to rip everything off of her before making her feel what actually loosing self respect looks like.
That unfortunate day as you made your way out of the room, sealing your fate inside, one mistake was about to cost you your everything. You were oblivious of the demon who left the house that day. He was not Jungkook, he was the devil himself who has set his eyes on its prey.
You never saw Jungkook after day, he broke up with Bella, left the school mid session becoming a vague memory for everyone.
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Present day
All the memories were fogged up in your brain, everything repeating in your mind in your semi conscious state. The chloroform has started fading and you can see through your constricted pupil the savage figure in front of you driving the car. You have no idea how long you were knocked out, where he is taking you, why is he back after so many years. Is he going to kill you? Well he certainly can. You never thought you managed to affect him so much so he has to take this step. Why would someone with a sane mind even think of something like this? That’s it he is not sane. He is insane. You should have known better before. How come you never realised or someone noticed his odd behaviour. At times he would act like an antisocial but this is crazy. What he made you witness today has left you petrified with the thought what he is capable of doing. He doesn’t have any ounce of empathy, does he? You have to get out of this car, you don’t know whether you can survive jumping off the car but it’s better than getting murdered by a psychopath. You were trying your best to peek out of the window, desperate to find any clue that can be to your advantage. The position you were in was making it much more difficult. Your hands and legs were tightly tied together with the makeshift rope making the blood circulation impossible. Slowly leveling up your head you tried looking for anything to cut or loosen the rope but the backseat was pitch black, in fact the whole road was pitch black, the only sound you were hearing was the roaring of engine and fast moving wind. No streetlight, no honking, nothing. Where was he taking you. From the engine roar you can feel the speed must be more than 120kph. The road has to be empty, god only if you could get one glimpse of the road. You started shuffling a bit in hopes of finding the correct angle of your elbow needed to make you sit up. From the tip of your toes you tried touching the other side door in hopes of finding the lock so you could unlock it. You don’t know what you would do after unlocking it, there was no plan, you were in a position where you don’t even know weather you’re going to live to see the next day or not. You hated being powerless, being vision less, being vulnerable but right now you’re everything you never wanted to be.
From the tip of your toes you started running it through the surface of the door in order to find the lock, but soon your heart stopped upon the realisation. There was no lock. The door was blank like a board, this can’t be true, how is this possible. Panicking you banged your shoulder on your side of the door desperate to get out of the car. If there is no lock then it means only one thing, he has been planning all this from a long time. He knows exactly what he’s doing and what possible outcomes can come, he has given you no room for escape. This plan is perfect according to him. Only thing going through your head was survival. You need to get out of here. You need to escape him.
The commotions on the backseat caught Jungkook’s attention, adjusting his rear view mirror to have a clear look he suddenly bursted into a laugh. The laugh laced with amusement, right now he was sounding like a menace. His laugh was not a mockery this time, he knows you could do nothing, this time the laugh was just pure evil. Like a predator laughing at his prey whose fate was already decided.
“Look at yourself, so desperate to get out. Oh babe! You should have been more careful. See what you got yourself into, you’re mine now and I ain’t allowing you to go anywhere. Better accept it or I’ve my ways and well I like my ways more so keep going, continue with whatever you were doing haha” he said with leisured voice sounding so relaxed, like a child who has just passed his exams and all his hardwork is paying.
Your head was pounding like hell from the awful smell of chloroform to the continuous bumps the car is taking, the turns and rounds have confused you to the point you stopped taking notes of the route. There is no way you could know which place is this after waking up for god knows how long. Your eyes were becoming drowsy again, your strength leaving your body, you were trying your best to hold on to the last ounce of strength you were having to keep you up. You were angry, confused, irritated but most importantly scared, you wanted to shout not at him, for help, but this gag has almost ceased the airway also. Realising nothing is going to work you gave up on trying to get up, the place was too small for you to even turn side ways. Suddenly Jungkook turned on the music almost startling you. He was enjoying every second of this, the state he has put you in, excited to reach the destination, the place he has chosen to break you. Turning on to some sweet jazz he started humming it happily while you lay there at the back in an almost lifeless form. Your head pounding again due to the bang he did with wall. Dried blood, broken nails and scratched skin visible to your peripheral vision. Why are you even in this situation. How did this happened? All questions overwhelming your critical situation even more. Soon your consciousness started fading again. Maybe this is the escape you thought, maybe it will be over by the time you wake up. Thinking of all this you slowly passed out in your dreamland where you’ll be safe.
The first thing you noticed was the cold. The floor beneath your cheek was hard and unyielding, sending a chill deep into your bones. You blinked, eyelids heavy, the world around was in a blurry haze of dim light and shadow. The sharp scent of damp concrete and faint traces of bleach stung your nose. Panic stirred in your chest as fragments of memory began to surface—walking alone, the sound of footsteps behind her, the dark silhouette, a sudden sharp pain, the banging of head on wall, the mask………. Jeon Jungkook.
Your breathing quickened as you pushed yourself up, palms scraping against the rough floor. The room was small, almost claustrophobic, its walls bare and windowless, painted a dull, peeling gray. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly, casting jittery shadows that danced unnervingly. By the look you could tell either it’s a basement or attic.
You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled beneath, sending you stumbling back to the ground. A faint metallic clink made you freeze. You looked down and felt your stomach twist—a chain was wrapped around your ankle, the other end bolted securely to the wall. Your hands flew to the shackle, pulling and twisting, but it didn’t budge. Your heart thundered in your chest as your eyes darted around the room, searching for an exit, a weapon, anything. There was a metallic door at a long distance just above the staircase in front of you, heavy and metal, with no handle on your side. A tray sat at the very end of the room on the floor, holding a bottle of water and a small, unopened package of cookies. It was almost worse than if the room had been entirely empty. He has thought of you being here. He has planned all this.
“Hello? J..Jung…Jungkook?” you called out, voice hoarse and cracking, more from fear than disuse. Has he left you here to die with a single water bottle, no you can’t die, not like some animal chained to the wall. The sound barely echoed before being swallowed by the oppressive silence. You strained your ears, but there was nothing—no footsteps, no distant voices, only the faint hum of the bulb above. Your fingers trembled as you reached for the water, uncapping it and taking a cautious sip. It tasted normal, but that didn’t ease the knot in your stomach. As you set it down, you noticed something etched faintly into the concrete near the tray. Words. You leaned closer, squinting in the dim light: “Don’t trust them.”
Your breath caught, and you jerked back, head snapping toward the door as if expecting someone to burst through at any moment. The silence now felt suffocating, every second stretching into an eternity. You didn’t know he had brought you here, or why. But someone else had been here before . And that was somehow the most terrifying thought of all.
The door creaked open slowly, its groan echoing in the otherwise silent room. You flinched at the sound, your body pressing instinctively against the wall behind you, the chains making a clicking sound as you shuffle backwards. The faint light from the bulb overhead illuminating his figure stepping into the room. He closed the door with deliberate hardness, the metallic clang of the latch sending a shiver down your spine. For a moment, he didn’t move, his gaze fixed on you. Hesitant you slowly lifted your vision from the floor to look at the figure.
“Finally!!” he said making his way down the stairs towards you.
“No like I was waiting. I thought you’ll keep looking at my shoes only” he started conversing so randomly to himself like your reply or even your presence was nullistic. “I mean I understand my shoes are pretty but com’on I’ve literally dressed in my best suits after all it’s our first meeting in so long y/n” he chuckled with his words making his way to you. Squatting down to your level, you two finally made eye contact. Your wet brown orbs meeting his dark ruthless looking eyes.
“Please let me go. Jungkook I…..”
“Shushh… don’t” he interrupted in a painfully calm voice. A voice calm enough to make you feel the intensity of his words daring you to defy him.
“Don’t ever use those words again y/n” he extended his arms to hold your chin so softly as if any type of force will break you like a small flower. “I know it’s not your fault, you were corrupted by the world. I know you would have never talked to me or mean any of those words you said that night. You were hurt and that was my fault but now I’m gonna fix my mistakes” he cooly said rubbing his thumb your cheeks.
What the hell is he even saying? He is not sane that you get it but being this delusional!! You were too stunned to say anything. You don’t know defying him will lead you to what but right now you knew one thing disagreeing with him can cost you more than you have to offer. You kept staring at him with disbelief in your eyes.
“Heyy!! It’s ok you don’t have to be sad now. I’m here. I came back to protect you from this corrupted world. I know I should have done this earlier. But I’m here now. I’ll be your provider from now on you’re under my protection” he said beaming his toothy smile at you.
How can such an angelic smile speak such stupid words? His words were making you nuts. He is not in his senses and whatever he’s blabbering can’t be happening. Right? His words were repeatedly playing in your head.
“Under my protection…… under my protection…. Nooo…Nooo…. This is all a dream you need to wake up….” you started hyperventilating. It was like his words were choking your throat cutting every ounce of air. “Leave me. Take your dirty hands off me you scum” you hastly slapped his hands pushing them off your chin.
For a moment the whole room was silent. Neither of you were moving, nor any words spoken, only the heavy breath coming out of your flaring nostrils can be heard. Jungkook kept looking down, his ruffled hair now covering his entire eyes. You weren’t sure what was gonna happen, the silence was too heavy for you to break it. His hands clenched into tight fists as he kept looking down into nothing.
You didn’t get the time to react when his hand suddenly came swinging your way with full force hitting your right cheek making you stumble the other way. The force was too much, the intensity with which his muscular palms landed on your face was something you have never felt before. You were about to fall on the ground when abruptly in mid air another piercing force stopped you. Jungkook held your hair, forcefully pulling you back on your position just to land another tight slap on the other side of your face. This time managing to split your upper lip causing you to fall on the ground. The only thing you could feel right now was the continuous ringing sound in your ears, for a moment your face went completely numb, tears automatically running down your eyes not from pain but the sheer intensity of the blow. A sharp, stinging heat spreading like wildfire slowly started to crawl across your face. Your one hand instinctively shot up to cradle the red marks blooming on your both cheeks. You didn’t dared to move even an inch from your position on the ground or lift your eyes at him fearing of another blow to your face. Jungkook knelt there pinching his forehead with his fingers breathing heavily.
“SEE THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU. I came here like a gentleman offering you my help and this is what I get in return from you huh!! Why? Just why can’t you listen for once. When I’m telling you that you’re my property now then what is so difficult in this sentence for your stupid little dumb brain to understand” he shouted with rage. This time swinging his leg backwards just to blow a forceful kick your way, hitting you hard in the abdomen. You weren’t able to comprehend it, the attack was so sudden. The one thing you know before you were flying to the other side of the floor from the kick was ‘you’re gonna die, there was no way he is letting you go out alive’. The shrill cry coming out of your throat as you lie on the floor, curled up like a cocoon holding your abdomen, coughing endlessly as the radiating pain keep on getting more and more. Jungkook just stood there with a blank look in his eyes, looking absolutely non remorseful and degenerated. This is nothing just a small step towards his big goal and you’ll have to mold yourself, he will make sure you do.
“Listen up bitch now I’m gonna tell you in your language. YOU ARE MINE. And I hate when my things don’t work my way. So from now on learn to obey whatever I say or I don’t have any problem in teaching you how to obey. Now stop crying like a fucking pussy and get up” he growled grabbing your right arm and with a swift force picking you from the ground on to your two feets like it was a piece of cake. “Try to overstep me and I’ll have no problem in taking your intestines out of your goddam belly.” There he said that, he is definitely going to kill you and you could do nothing to change your fate.
You hissed at the force by which he picked you up, your cheeks still hot red with his glorious imprints on both side. The split was now surrounded with blood and all you could feel right now was the agony all around your body by the tortures he has imposed on you the whole time. You were looking like a mess, full of injuries giving the evidence of his brutality. Your head covered with dried blood from the banging on the wall to the punches and kicks he threw on you while your abduction. The purple and blue marks on your wrists and ankle from the rope to now the imprints and bruised abdomen everything was showcasing what kind of monster is the guy standing in front of you.
“If your parents had done there jobs right. I wouldn’t have to face so much of trouble. Now I’ve to do everything from scratch” he kept on yelling while again kneeling down taking out a key from his pocket, unlocking the chains around your ankle.
You were so confused. Why was he unchaining you, isn’t he going to kill you? what is going inside his mind. Your mind was so exhausted that you weren’t able to grasp whatever was happening. All this time you didn’t dared to moved an inch while he kept unchaining you. The hard metallic piece fell on the ground making a clacking sound echoing throughout the room. You kept looking at his shoes while hot tears were still flowing endlessly from your eyes as you witness him unchaining you, afraid that if you look in his eyes he might poke your eyes away. Standing up from the ground he grabbed your palm in his and started walking towards the stairs, confused you had no other option but to get dragged wherever the fuck he was taking you.
“Behave yourself once you meet them. My parents aren’t as lenient as me and watch yourself in front of my father. Just don’t piss him off” he said a bit calmly with genuine concern dripping down his tone. Did he just kidnapped me in the most brutal way and brought me to his house and why does he have a dungeon in his house with chains and all. Suddenly the memory hit you of him belonging to some criminal family, so it was true all along. Your legs started getting wobbly again, stomach scrunching from the newly growing fear of meeting someone more psychotic than Jungkook, someone even Jungkook is speaking highly of. How can someone allow their son to do something so barbaric until they themselves are worse than him. This mere thought sent shivers down your spine.
With slow and steady steps he started making way towards the stairs, the wooden steps creak underfoot as he pulls you upward, his grip unrelenting, fingers laced through yours so tightly that your knuckles were aching. Your chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow gasps from the blows he has thrown on you moments ago. Each breath rattling louder in your ears as you’re making your way up.His hand is warm, steady, almost reassuring - but it feels like a chain. Every tug drags you closer to whatever is waiting beyond that metallic door. Halfway up, you stumble as your knees buckle but he doesn’t let go. He glances back, a sharp look in his eyes - not cruel, not kind, just warning. Your throat tightens as you try to form words, to plead, to ask, but your tongue feels like lead.
The top of stairs looms. Beyond it, you can hear laughter - low, rough, the kind that prickles the skin. You’re dragged up the last step, your heart hammering so hard, you think it might break through your ribs. His grip tightens again, as though to remind you - there’s no turning back.
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