White Pearl | Yandere JJK x Reader
Summary: Youโve been working as a stripper for a month until billionaire Jeon Jungkook suddenly takes an interest in you, actually maybe too much of an interestโฆ
Genre: Yandere, sugar daddy au
Pairing: CEO Sugar daddy Jungkook x stripper sugar baby reader, short mentions of Cha Eunwoo & Jung Jaehyun.
Warnings: Yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, kidnapping, abuse of power, fight scene, non consensual touching, mentions of a dead father.
Disclaimer: This type of content is not suitable for all audiences and I do not condone any of the presented behaviours. This is purely for entertainment and fictional purposes and I donโt think any BTS member would act like this.
Authors note: Okay Iโm really proud of how this turned out! I really hope you enjoy reading it and share feedback!โบ๏ธ๐
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In three days, Jeon Jungkook will become the heir of his deceased fatherโs successful real estate company. Jungkooks fate was written from the moment he was born, it was only a matter of time before it happened. The old man had it coming, drinking aged scotch and smoking the finest Cuban cigars since he could remember.
Jungkook has never been close with his parents. He despised them. His parents wanted nothing to do with him, his only purpose was to take over his fatherโs company, and Jungkook knew that. Thatโs why he wasted no time trying to get closer to his parents. It was no use. They made that very clear when they sent 7-year-old Jungkook to a prestigious boarding school with other rich snobs.
Although, being an only child, rich and privileged. All he had to do was to snap his fingers and heโd get what he wanted almost immediately.
The newest expensive car? Check.
Luxury real estate? Check.
You could say he had it all, at least the materialistic stuff.
โIโm sorry for your loss, Ms. Jeon,โ Eunwoo said with his usual charm, offering a polite nod to Jungkookโs mother.
She barely reacted, her lips curving into a faint smile that didnโt reach her eyes. โThank you, Eunwoo. Jungkookโs inside.โ Her voice was light, devoid of grief. Eunwoo nodded before he entered the study, Jaehyun trailing behind.
โHey, Kook,โ Jaehyun said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. โHow are you holding up?โ
Jungkook didnโt look up. Instead, he swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. โIโm fine.โ
โYour mom seems fine too,โ Jaehyun added, his voice tinged with disbelief. He perched on the edge of the desk, glancing at Eunwoo.
โSo,โ Eunwoo began, leaning casually against the wall. โHow much did you inherit, exactly?โ
Jungkook smirked. โA lot.โ
Jaehyun grinned. โLucky bastard. Hey, how about we grab a drink? Celebrate your, uh, newfound wealth.โ
โSure,โ Eunwoo added, his eyes glinting with mischief. โOr we could check out that new club. You know, the one with the strippers? Rumor has it theyโll do anything for the right price.โ
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. โYouโre seriously suggesting we hit a strip club the same day as my fatherโs funeral?โ
Jaehyun shrugged. โExcess was his thing, wasnโt it? Youโre just keeping tradition alive.โ
The comment shouldnโt have amused Jungkook, but it did. He pushed himself up from the chair, setting the glass down with a soft clink. โYouโre both idiots.โ
โBut weโre your idiots,โ Jaehyun said with a wink, throwing an arm around Eunwoo as they headed for the door. โBe there by eleven. And bring cash! Lots of it!โ
โYouโre late,โ Bora called, not even looking up as she leaned toward the mirror, expertly reapplying her cherry-red lipstick. The fluorescent lights of the dressing room buzzed softly overhead.
โYeah, I had to submit an assignment early today,โ you replied, shrugging off your jacket and pulling your hair back. The soreness in your shoulders hadnโt left since your morning shift at the cafรฉ.
Bora glanced at you in the mirror, her eyebrows raising as she watched you strip down to your work attire, a sparkling two-piece that felt far too bold against your skin. โGirl, youโre gonna burn yourself out at this rate. You know that, right?โ
You shrugged, forcing a smile as you strapped on your pink glitter heels. โGotta pay rent somehow.โ
It has been a month since you started working at Black Pearl Club. When the bartender job didnโt pan out, stripping felt like your only option. Temporary, youโd told yourself. Just until you graduate, just until you get out of debt. But every time you caught your reflection in the dressing room mirror, the weight of it all made your stomach turn.
โOkay, well, hurry up. Itโs getting crazy out there,โ Bora said, as she fluffed her hair. โAll the big spenders are here tonight.โ
โJust give me five minutes,โ you replied, swiping on mascara.
Before Bora could respond, her eyes widened, and she let out a dramatic gasp. โOh. My. God.โ
โWhat?โ you asked, startled, almost smudging your makeup.
โItโs freaking Jeon Jungkook,โ she hissed, peeking through the cracked door. Her voice was breathless with excitement, like sheโd just spotted a celebrity, which, apparently, she had.
โWho?โ you asked, genuinely confused.
Bora whipped her head around to gape at you. โYou canโt be serious. Jeon Jungkook. The heir to Jeon Real Estate? Rich, sexy, and way too powerful for his own good?โ
Your blank expression didnโt change, so she sighed dramatically. โNever mind. Just know heโs loaded. And he brought Cha Eunwoo and Jung Jaehyun with him. Jackpot.โ
She tugged her top down a little lower, adjusted her already perfect hair, and shot you a wink. โDonโt wait too long, or the girls will snatch them up. But not before I do.โ With that, she was gone, strutting confidently out the door.
You rolled your eyes playfully, muttering to yourself. โWow. The power of Bora.โ
Taking one last glance at your reflection, you squared your shoulders and stepped out onto the floor. The music hit you immediately, a deep, pulsing rhythm that matched the sway of bodies on the dimly lit stage. You moved cautiously, still new to this world and its unspoken rules. You werenโt like Bora or the other dancers, who walked with easy confidence, drawing men like moths to a flame. No, you stayed in the background, lingering by tables, feeding shots to customers, even helping to clean up spilled drinks.
The pole? That was for the pros. You didnโt dare try it on nights like this.
โHey,โ a voice called out, cutting through the music. It was low, smooth, with just a hint of amusement.
You turned, and your stomach dropped when you saw him. His dark eyes glinted under the clubโs shifting neon lights, framed by long lashes that softened the sharp angles of his face. Tattoos peeked out from the sleeves of his tailored blazer, and a silver chain glinted against his silk shirt. He looked like he didnโt belong here, like he owned the place.
โExcuse me?โ you said, narrowing your eyes at him.
โHowโd you end up here?โ he asked, tilting his head slightly. His smirk was small, almost playful, but there was something in his gaze that made you uneasy. โYou donโt look like the type.โ
You crossed your arms, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. โListen, sir, I donโt know what kind of weird roleplay youโre into, but Iโm not interested.โ
He laughed softly, the sound rich and low. โWait, hold on,โ he said, stepping in front of you before you could turn away. โIโll pay you a thousand bucks just to sit on my lap.โ
You blinked, startled by the casual audacity. โA thousand? For just that?โ
โExactly that, Princess,โ he said, holding out his hand. His confidence was infuriating, but something about it also intrigued you. Against your better judgment, you took his hand.
He led you to a private VIP room, the scent of leather and faint cologne trailing after him. The room was as luxurious as youโd imagined, matt black walls, plush velvet furniture, and crimson LED lights casting everything in a sultry glow. A strip pole stood in the center, glinting under the chandelier above.
No wonder it cost a fortune to reserve, you thought. He sank into a chair, pulling you onto his lap with a fluid motion that left you unsteady. One hand rested lightly on your thigh, the other brushing against your waist as if it belonged there. You hesitated, unsure of where to place your own hands, before finally draping them around his neck.
For the first time, you took him in fully. His face was almost unreal, sharp jawline, perfectly shaped lips, and those dark, doe-like eyes that seemed to pierce through you.ย
โYouโre staring,โ he said, the faintest hint of amusement in his voice.
โShut up,โ you muttered, looking away. โItโs not that impressive.โ
He laughed again, soft and deep, sending a shiver down your spine. โSo, whatโs your story?โ he asked, his tone casual.
โWhat do you think?โ you replied, your voice tight. โStudent debt, rent, crappy part-time jobs. Same story, different girl.โ
He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. โNo,โ he said finally. โYouโre different.โ
โRight,โ you scoffed. โLet me guess, Iโm not like other girls?โ
โYouโre more of a white pearl,โ he said, his voice softer now. โInnocent. Beautiful. Out of place.โ
Your breath caught as he tilted your chin up, his fingers brushing against your skin. โYou donโt belong here.โ
The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe.
โI watched you, you know,โ he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. โThe whole time. Youโre not cut out for this.โ
You swallowed hard, heat rising in your cheeks. โWhat do you want from me?โ
โA chance,โ he said simply. โTo show you something better.โ
You blinked, โShow me something better?โ you repeated, a flicker of disbelif in your voice. โWhat does that even mean?โ
His lips curved into a small smile, one that didnโt offer answers but promises. โIt means you shouldnโt have to do this,โ he said, his voice low and smooth.ย
His hand, warm and deliberate, slid slightly higher on your thigh. The touch was slow, too slow. His thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin. The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of your outfit, and you froze, unsure of what to do.
Your breath got a bit faster, and he noticed.ย
โEasy now,โ he murmured, the word rolling off his tongue like silk. โIโm not going to hurt you.โ
โIโm fine,โ you replied quickly, your voice steadier than you felt. But your hands, still resting on his shoulders, betrayed you with their light tremble.
โAre you?โ he asked, tilting his head slightly. His other hand drifted up, brushing against your waist as if testing your boundaries. His gaze pinned you in place, dark and unreadable. โYouโre tense.โ
โYou donโt exactly make it easy to relax,โ you shot back, trying to mask your nerves with sarcasm.
He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling low in his chest. โFair enough,โ he said, his thumb continuing its slow, rhythmic strokes against your thigh. โBut I donโt think thatโs the whole story.โ
You didnโt respond, unsure how to answer without giving too much away. The truth was, his touch wasnโt unwelcome, but it was overwhelming, like he was peeling back layers you werenโt ready to expose.
โLet me guess,โ he said, his voice dropping a notch. โYouโve been fighting to stay afloat. Juggling school, work, life. And this place? Itโs just survival, isnโt it?โ
You stiffened, his words cutting too close to the truth. โYou donโt know anything about me,โ you said, but your voice lacked its intended bite.
His smile deepened, his fingers pausing for a moment before resuming their soft, hypnotic movements. โI know enough,โ he said, his tone almost gentle. โEnough to see youโre not like the others.โ
His words hung between you, heavy and undeniable. You swallowed hard, your throat dry, as his hand slid up just an inch more. It wasnโt invasive, it wasnโt even inappropriate, but the intent behind it was unmistakable. He was testing you, seeing how far youโd let him go.
โYouโre bold,โ you said, trying to regain control of the situation, though your voice betrayed your unease. โDoes this whole act usually work for you?โ
He laughed again, soft and rich, his head tilting back slightly. โItโs not an act,โ he said, his gaze snapping back to yours, sharp and unwavering. โI know what I want.โ
โAnd whatโs that?โ you asked, your heart thudding painfully in your chest.
His hand on your waist tightened slightly, anchoring you in place. โYou.โ
The single word sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you were certain he could feel it. His confidence, his touch, the way he looked at you, it was all too much, too consuming. You werenโt sure if you wanted to run or stay exactly where you were.
โYou donโt even know me,โ you said, but the words came out softer than you intended, almost a whisper.
โI will,โ he replied simply, his voice steady, as if the answer was obvious. โIf you let me.โ
The weight of his words pressed against you, leaving no room for pretense. He wasnโt asking for permission. He was laying a claim, one you werenโt sure you could fight.
โI canโt,โ you said finally, shaking your head. โThisโฆ whatever this is, itโs not me.โ
His smile didnโt falter. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear. โYou donโt have to decide now,โ he murmured. โBut Iโll make you an offer.โ
โWhat kind of offer?โ you asked in a quiet voice.
โBe my escort,โ he said, his tone calm and measured, as though he were offering you a business deal. His thumb pressed a little harder into your thigh, the heat of his hand impossible to ignore. โNot the kind youโre thinking,โ he added when your eyes widened. โThink of it like a sugar baby. Parties, events, dinners. No strings attached, just company.โ
You swallowed, your mind racing. The word sugar baby sounded ridiculous, almost laughable, but the way he said it made it sound like a lifeline, a way out of this mess you called life.
โIโll pay you well,โ he continued, his fingers giving a soft squeeze to your thigh for emphasis. โUp to a couple thousands of dollars an hour.โ
Your breath caught, and his smirk returned, knowing he had your attention now.
โYou donโt even know me,โ you said again, your voice weaker this time.
โBut I want to,โ he replied, leaning back against the chair as if he had all the time in the world. โSo, what do you say, Princess? Ready to let me take care of you?โ
You stared at him, your mind a whirl of doubt, disbelief, and something far more dangerous: temptation.
โWhatโs the catch?โ you asked, still skeptical. Your voice was steady, but your fingers tightened around the edge of your outfit.
His smile curved slowly, his confidence as unshakable as the air of control that seemed to follow him. โNo catch,โ he said, his tone light, but his eyes sharp. โYou show up when I need you, and Iโll make sure you never have to worry about rent or student loans again.โ
โThat doesnโt answer my question,โ you said, your voice softer now, though you fought to keep your composure. โWhy me?โ
His smirk widened, and for a moment, his gaze flicked over you, โBecause youโre different,โ he said finally, leaning forward just enough to close the space between you. โYou donโt belong in a place like this.โ
You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. His words felt like a challenge.
โI donโt know,โ you said, shaking your head. โThisโฆ it feels like a bad idea.โ
He leaned forward, closing the small distance between you. His hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, his fingers pressing just enough to keep you close to him. โSometimes the best ideas start out feeling wrong,โ he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. โLet me prove it to you.โ
His gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second before flicking back to your eyes, and the air between you seemed to crackle with tension. You hated how easily he seemed to unravel you, how your body betrayed you with every shallow breath and unsteady heartbeat.
โOkay,โ you said finally, the word slipping out before you could stop it. โBut Iโm not doing anything Iโm uncomfortable with. No strings, remember?โ
โNo strings,โ his voice echoed. It was steady, composed, and carried an air of finality. He reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a sleek silver pen and a small leather checkbook. The movement was precise, deliberate, like everything else about him.
He flipped it open, his gaze flicking to you briefly before he began to write. โIโll arrange a meeting tomorrow,โ he said, his voice a soft command. The sound sent a faint shiver down your spine. โWeโll go over the details.โ
The scratch of the pen against the paper, each stroke deliberate as he signed his name with a flourish. He tore the check free, and held it out to you.
You hesitated before taking it, your fingers brushing against his, a spark that lingered even as you looked down at the paper in your hand.
The number stared back at you, bold and undeniable, written in his confident hand. Below it, his signature sprawled across the bottom with an elegance that felt almost intimidating. It was real.ย
โYou donโt waste time, do you?โ you said, your voice faint as your fingers tightened around the check.
He leaned back against the chair, his lips curving into a faint smile. โI never do,โ he replied smoothly. His eyes dipped to your hand, watching the way you held the check as though it might slip through your fingers. โConsider it a gesture of good faith. A down payment.โ
You glanced back at him, your breath catching when his gaze met yours, dark, intense, and filled with something you couldnโt quite name. His hand slid to your thigh one last time, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. The touch was almost teasing.
โDonโt keep me waiting, Princess,โ he said, his voice low and velvety.
Before you could respond, he stood, easing you off his lap with a care that felt almostโฆ tender. He straightened his suit jacket, adjusting the cuffs with the kind of precision that only added to his air of control. As he glanced back at you, his faint smile deepened.
โIโll see you soon,โ he said simply, and then he was gone, disappearing through the door with a confidence that left no room for doubt.
You sat there for a moment, the check clutched tightly in your hand, the air in the room still heavy with his scent. You unfolded the check again, your eyes scanning it absentmindedly, until they caught on the name at the bottom.
Your breath caught. No way.
Your mind raced, torn between disbelief and temptation.
Was this your way out, or a mistake?
The check felt heavy in your hand, a stark reminder of the offer heโd made. His touch still lingered on your skin, his words replaying in your mind. Dangerous. Tempting.
And maybe, just maybe, it was worth the risk.
You had just finished your lecture and were ready to head back to your apartment, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. Between work and school, the weight of your schedule felt suffocating. You rubbed your eyes in a futile attempt to shake off the sleepiness, your vision adjusting just in time to spot a sleek black Bugatti pulling into the campus parking lot.
The sight stopped you in your tracks.
The driverโs door opened smoothly, and out stepped Jeon Jungkook.
He looked different today, less polished but somehow more striking. Gone was the formal suit from last night, replaced by a black silk blouse that glinted faintly in the sunlight, tucked neatly into tailored trousers. The silver chain around his neck caught the light, matching the glint of his piercings. Even casual, he radiated a confidence that turned heads.
Your stomach twisted as he walked up the stairs toward you, his steps purposeful and deliberate. He greeted you with a smile, his undeniable charm radiating effortlessly.
โYou ready?โ he asked, his voice smooth.
You blinked at him, caught off guard. โHow did you know where I go to school?โ
He smirked, tilting his head slightly. โI have my ways.โ
The evasiveness of his answer annoyed you, but before you could press him further, he extended his hand, the second time this week heโd done so, with the same quiet authority. Reluctantly, you placed your hand in his, his touch warm and firm.
โYou didnโt answer my question,โ you muttered, rolling your eyes.
โAnd I wonโt,โ he replied, his smirk deepening as he led you toward the car.
You felt the weight of curious stares from other students as you walked across the lot. Jungkook didnโt seem to notice, or care. For once, though, their judgment didnโt faze you. You feltโฆ safe.
He opened the passenger door for you, his hand brushing lightly against the small of your back as he helped you in. The gesture was brief but lingered in your thoughts as he closed the door behind you and moved to the driverโs seat.
The ride was quiet, save for the faint hum of the radio. You stared out the window, unsure if the silence between you was comforting or unsettling. Every so often, you could feel his eyes flick toward you, but he said nothing, his focus mostly on the road.
The tension in your chest grew as the car slowed in front of a towering building that looked more like something out of a movie than reality. Glass windows stretched skyward, gleaming against the sunlight, and the sheer size of it left you momentarily speechless.
โWhere are we?โ you finally asked, your voice quieter than you intended.
โMy place,โ Jungkook replied, parking the car. He exited swiftly, circling to your side to open your door before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt.
โCome on,โ he said, his hand outstretched once more.
You took it, allowing him to guide you to the entrance. He typed in a code at the door, his movements smooth and practiced, and the lock clicked open with a quiet beep.
When the door to his penthouse swung open, you couldnโt suppress your reaction. The space was massive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city skyline. The minimalist decor was luxurious without being ostentatious, each piece of furniture carefully chosen to complement the space.
โLike what you see so far?โ he asked, amusement dancing in his voice as he placed his hand lightly on your back, guiding you toward a sleek office space.
You nodded, unable to find the right words. The room smelled faintly of leather and something vanilla, a scent you were beginning to associate with him.
He gestured for you to sit across from his desk. โSo, where were we, Princess?โ he said, pulling out a file from the desk drawer.
โYou said there were rules,โ you reminded him as you ignored the nickname, your voice sharper now as the reality of the situation set in.
โRight,โ Jungkook said, pulling out a sheet of paper and sliding it across the desk toward you. โTheyโre simple. Iโm sure youโll manage.โ
Your eyes scanned the document, your eyebrows furrowing as you read:
Rule 1: Until the contract expires, youโll be living with Jeon Jungkook.
Your head snapped up. โWhat?!โ
โHm? Whatโs wrong?โ he asked, leaning back in his chair, his expression calm.
โI canโt live here!โ you said, your voice rising. โI have an apartment. And itโs too far from school. And my jobs-โ
โAbout that,โ he interrupted, his tone still infuriatingly calm. โYou no longer work there. I emailed both the cafรฉ and the club this morning. You quit.โ
Your jaw dropped. โYou did what?โ
โYou didnโt think Iโd let you keep working those jobs, did you?โ he asked, his tone patronizing. โIt would be too stressful. And besides, you have a chauffeur now.โ
The audacity of it left you speechless. He had completely upended your life without so much as asking. You wanted to scream at him, but all you could manage was a strangled, โThis is insane.โ
โYouโre welcome,โ Jungkook said, his smirk returning.
You forced yourself to breathe, scanning the rest of the document.
Rule 2: Jungkook will pick out your clothing.
โSeriously?โ you asked, glaring at him. โYouโre not dressing me like a doll.โ
โItโs not about that,โ he replied, his tone soothing. โI just want to make sure you look the part. Trust me, Princess, youโll thank me later.โ
Rule 3: Always let Jungkook know where you are at all times.
Your eyes narrowed. โThis is overkill.โ
Jungkook shrugged, unbothered. โI like to stay informed.โ
You set the paper down, exhaling sharply. โThese rules are insane.โ
โBut theyโre necessary,โ he countered smoothly. โDo you agree?โ
After reading through all three rules, you hesitated, the weight of the agreement settling on your chest. They were restrictive, sure, but not impossible. And when you considered what he was offering in return, the decision became easier than youโd anticipated. You picked up the pen and signed your name at the bottom with a steady hand, ignoring the way Jungkookโs gaze lingered on you, sharp and satisfied.
โGood girl,โ he murmured, taking the papers back and setting them aside.
He then gave you a tour of the penthouse, which was as stunning as the first time youโd seen it. Every corner of the space exuded wealth, from the marble floors to the sleek furniture, and the floor-to-ceiling windows that bathed the rooms in natural light. When your belongings arrived later that evening, you unpacked in silence, settling into what would now be your home.
As you folded the last of your clothes into a drawer, Jungkook had casually mentioned a party tomorrow night- a celebration for him taking over his late fatherโs company. The weight of his words hung in the air, but you didnโt press further. It wasnโt your place, after all.
Now, you found yourself seated at the expansive dining table, the two of you at opposite ends. The food before you was nothing short of perfection, a feast prepared by a professional chef that tasted like nothing youโd ever eaten before. Each bite melted on your tongue, and despite your best efforts to maintain composure, you devoured most of your plate.
As the meal wound down, you glanced up at Jungkook. His posture was relaxed, a glass of red wine cradled in his hand, but there was a distance in his eyes. Taking a steadying breath, you decided to break the silence.
โI overheard that your father passed away,โ you said cautiously, offering a faint smile. โIโm sorry. That mustโve been tough.โ
The shift in his expression was immediate. His jaw tightened, his wine glass frozen halfway to his lips. For a moment, he simply stared at you, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. When he finally took a sip, his movements were slow.
โDonโt be,โ he said, his tone void of emotion. โThe old man had it coming.โ
The bluntness of his words left you momentarily stunned. You searched his face for any trace of vulnerability, but there was none, only a hardened edge that hinted at years of resentment. He cleared his throat, setting his glass down with a soft clink.
โWe should get ready for bed,โ he said, his voice clipped as he dabbed his mouth with a napkin. โItโll be a long day tomorrow.โ
Sensing the finality in his tone, you nodded and rose from your seat, understanding more in his silence than in his words. Whatever relationship heโd had with his father, it wasnโt one he cared to revisit. You almost felt sorry for him, but the thought quickly passed as you excused yourself to your room.
The warm spray of the shower was a welcome relief after the long day. You let the water cascade over your skin, washing away the lingering tension from the dinner conversation. Wrapping yourself in a plush towel, you moved to the bathroom mirror, quickly brushing through your damp hair and applying a bit of moisturizer.
By the time you changed into a loose-fitting t-shirt and shorts, the exhaustion had fully set in. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you grabbed the hairdryer and began to run it through your strands, letting the rhythmic hum fill the quiet space.
โPrincess, may I come in?โ Jungkookโs voice broke through the sound of your hairdryer.
You turned it off and called back, โYeah, itโs fine. Come in!โ
The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, holding a large gift box wrapped with a pristine white ribbon. โI brought you something,โ he said simply, placing the box on the dresser.
Your curiosity piqued, and you moved to open it, your fingers carefully pulling at the ribbon. Inside was the most stunning red dress youโd ever seen, its silky fabric gleaming under the soft light. You couldnโt help the way your lips parted in awe.
โIโm guessing you like it,โ Jungkook said, amusement lacing his tone.
โI love it,โ you admitted, running your fingers lightly over the fabric.
โThereโs more,โ he added, his excitement barely contained. He pulled out a smaller jewelry box, opening it to reveal a simple yet breathtaking white pearl necklace.
Before you could say anything, Jungkook stepped closer, gently taking the necklace from the box. His hands found your waist, guiding you toward the mirror. โHold still,โ he murmured, his voice soft.
He brushed your hair aside, his fingers grazing the nape of your neck as he fastened the clasp. You watched his reflection in the mirror, the intensity in his eyes as he focused on the task. When he finished, he didnโt move away. Instead, he stood behind you, his hands still resting lightly on your waist.
โFuck, youโre so beautiful,โ he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.
Your throat tightened, a flush rising to your cheeks as you struggled to find your voice. โWe shouldโฆ we should go to bed,โ you said, your words barely above a whisper.
Jungkook held your gaze in the mirror for a moment longer before he stepped back, his hands falling away reluctantly. โYouโre right,โ he said quietly. His lips curved into a faint, almost embarrassed smile. โTell me if you need anything.โ
With that, he turned and left, closing the door softly behind him.
You stood there for a long moment, your hand lightly brushing the necklace at your throat. The weight of it was unfamiliar, it felt like more than just jewelry.ย
Weeks had passed, and your new life with Jungkook had become almostโฆ comfortable. He kept his word, sending more money than youโd ever expected, along with daily gifts that seemed to grow more extravagant. Designer clothes, jewelry, and things you never even dreamed of owning appeared in your room like clockwork.
Surprisingly, Jungkookโs manner had softened since the night you met. The sharp edges of his arrogance dulled ever so slightly, replaced by a quiet attentiveness that caught you off guard. He showed up at your campus during breaks to take you to lunch, ensuring you ate properly. He complimented you often, his words effortlessly slipping into your mind and settling there. His attention was unrelenting, and his affection, though subtle, began to feel natural, even comforting.
The nights you spent together werenโt spent in the dazzling chaos of parties, but in the quiet intimacy of his penthouse. Youโd sit on the couch, sharing popcorn as black-and-white movies played in the background. Heโd tease you for your poor choice in films, only to get drawn in himself. Mornings when heโd make you breakfast with your favorite tea, prepared just the way you liked it. For someone so commanding, Jungkook had an unexpectedly gentle side, one he reserved just for you.
One evening, after a long day of classes, you arrived at the penthouse to find another gift waiting on your bed. Your heart quickened as you unwrapped it, the soft rustle of tissue paper revealing a breathtaking gown in deep emerald green. The fabric shimmered under the roomโs soft lighting, the design simple yet undeniably elegant. Beneath it lay a small white card, his handwriting precise and elegant:
Wear this tonight, Beautiful. Be ready by 7.
You traced the words with your finger, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. Slipping into the dress, you paused in front of the mirror, taking in your reflection. The way the fabric hugged your curves, the way it made you feel, it was transformative. Still, a flicker of doubt crept in. What does he see in me? you wondered. Why me?
The soft knock at your door broke your thoughts. โCome in,โ you called, sitting on the bed as you searched for the perfect heels.
Jungkook stepped inside, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your skin tingle. He moved toward you, crouching gracefully as he took the shoes from your hands. โLet me,โ he murmured, his voice low.
Kneeling before you, he gently slipped one heel onto your foot, then the other, his touch careful, almost reverent. His dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, his lips curving into a faint smirk. โPerfect.โ
You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening as he stood and offered his hand. โCome on, baby,โ he said, his voice softening. โI have a surprise.โ
The car ride was quiet, Jungkookโs hand resting possessively on your thigh as he drove. His thumb traced idle patterns against your skin, the touch soothing. You didnโt question where you were going, he liked his secrets, and youโd learned to trust them, even if they left you on edge.
When the car finally pulled up outside a towering glass building, you frowned slightly. The opulence of the place was undeniable, but it only heightened the unease twisting in your stomach. Sensing your hesitation, Jungkook appeared at your side, offering his arm. โDonโt worry,โ he murmured, his lips brushing close to your ear. โYouโre with me.โ
Inside, the restaurant was just as grand as the exterior promised, the air thick with the scent of truffles and candle wax. Jungkook guided you through the space with practiced ease, every head in the room turning to watch as the two of you passed.
โThis is beautiful,โ you admitted as you reached the table, glancing up at him. โThank you, Jungkook.โ
โItโs my pleasure,โ he replied smoothly, his hand briefly brushing against yours as you sat down. โExpect more of these in the future, Princess.โ
Before you could respond, the waiter appeared, a young man with a practiced smile. โWelcome to Jungsik,โ he said. โIโll be taking your order tonight.โ He turned to you, his smile widening. โAnd may I say, you look stunning this evening.โ
You forced a polite smile, glancing at Jungkook out of the corner of your eye. His jaw tightened slightly, his grip on the edge of the table subtle but telling.
โThank you, could I please-โ
โWait,โ the waiter interrupted, his expression shifting to one of surprise. โSorry, butโฆ you look familiar. Have we met before?โ
Your heart sank as panic bubbled in your chest. โI-I donโt think so,โ you stammered, but he wasnโt convinced.
โNo, Iโm sure of it!โ he said, snapping his fingers. โBlack Pearl Club! Youโre one of the-โ
The sound of Jungkookโs chair scraping against the floor silenced the waiter instantly. His expression darkened, and before you could stop him, he grabbed the man by the collar, his knuckles white with fury. โSay another word,โ Jungkook growled, his voice low and dangerous, โand Iโll make sure you regret it.โ
โJungkook, stop!โ you pleaded, your voice trembling as you grabbed his arm. โPlease, let him go.โ
He turned to you, his breathing heavy, his eyes wild. For a moment, it felt like he didnโt see you at all. Slowly, he released the waiter, who stumbled back, his face pale. โWeโre leaving,โ Jungkook grabbed your wrist as you left the restaurant, his grip firm but not painful, yet. His jaw was clenched, his movements brisk and purposeful. You struggled to keep up with his long strides, the cool night air biting against your skin as you stepped outside.
โJungkook, stop!โ you protested, trying to pull your arm free. โYouโre overreacting!โ
โOverreacting?โ he hissed, spinning around to face you. The intensity in his dark eyes made your breath hitch. โDo you have any idea what couldโve happened in there? What they couldโve said? To me? To you?โ
โTheyโre just words!โ you snapped, yanking your arm again. He didnโt let go.
โWords ruin reputations,โ he shot back, his voice low and dangerous. โAnd yours is tied to mine now. Do you understand that?โ
You glared at him, your chest heaving as frustration and confusion clashed within you. โI didnโt ask for this! For any of it!โ
โAnd yet, here you are,โ Jungkook growled, dragging you toward his car. โNow, get in.โ
You planted your feet, resisting his pull. โNo. Not until you calm down and stop talking to me like Iโm a child.โ
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you thought he might lose his composure entirely. Instead, he took a step closer, his presence suffocating, his voice dropping to a sharp, cutting whisper. โDonโt test me, Princess.โ
You glared back, defiant. โOr what? Youโll drag me into the car?โ
His lips curved into a smile that was anything but kind. โIf thatโs what it takes.โ He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he added, โAnd if I do, Iโll make damn sure you stay there. Buckled in. Understand?โ
Your pulse raced, his words infuriating. You wanted to fight, to shout back, but his dominance was overwhelming, leaving you feeling trapped. He straightened, his eyes locked on yours.
โNow,โ he said, his voice cold but steady. โGet. In. The. Car.โ
You hesitated, your gaze darting between him and the sleek black vehicle parked at the curb. Every nerve in your body screamed to defy him, but the sheer authority in his voice made you falter.
โLast chance,โ he warned, stepping even closer. โDo it yourself, or Iโll do it for you.โ
The challenge in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and reluctantly, you moved toward the car. Jungkook opened the passenger door with a sharp motion, watching as you climbed in with slow, deliberate steps.
Before you could react, he leaned over, buckling your seatbelt himself. The closeness was suffocating, his movements rough but controlled. โSee? That wasnโt so hard,โ he murmured, his voice thick with sarcasm as he pulled back and slammed the door shut.
He rounded the car and slid into the driverโs seat, the air between you crackling with unspoken tension. Without a word, he started the engine, his jaw tight as his hands gripped the steering wheel.
The silence was deafening as he pulled out onto the road, the weight of his anger hanging over you like a storm waiting to break. You turned your gaze to the window, your reflection staring back at you, but you could feel his eyes flick toward you every so often, sharp and assessing.
It was going to be a long ride.
The car slowed to a stop, and you realized youโd arrived at his penthouse. Jungkook threw the gear into park with more force than necessary before turning to you, his gaze hard and unreadable.
โLetโs go,โ he said curtly, stepping out of the car, waiting for you.
You hesitated, the thought of following him back in didnโt feel right. But as the cold night air seeped into the car, you realized you didnโt have much of a choice. Steeling yourself, you stepped out, your legs feeling unsteady beneath you.
Jungkook was waiting by the elevator, his expression unreadable but his eyes never leaving you. The tension between you felt like a live wire, crackling with energy that threatened to snap.
Inside the elevator, the silence was unbearable. Jungkook stood close, too close, his presence overwhelming in the confined space. The soft hum of the elevator only seemed to amplify the pounding of your heart.
As the doors slid open, you stepped into the penthouse, the familiarity of the space doing little to ease the unease gnawing at your chest. Jungkook didnโt say a word as he shrugged off his blazer, tossing it onto the back of the couch before running a hand through his hair.
โJungkook,โ you tried again, your voice softer now. โWe need to talk.โ
โNot tonight,โ he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
โNot tonight,โ he repeated, turning to face you. His expression softened just slightly, but the intensity in his eyes remained. โYou need to rest, Princess. Weโll talk tomorrow, hm?โ
You opened your mouth to protest, but the weariness in his voice stopped you. Not knowing what to say and still shaken by the nightโs events, you only nodded, your voice caught somewhere between fear and disbelief.ย
After finishing your bedtime routine, you sat on the edge of your bed, wrapped in the softness of your pajamas, wishing the night had ended differently. The image of Jungkookโs rage at the restaurant replayed in your mind like a haunting echo. Despite everything, a part of you wanted to check on him, to ensure he was at least calmer. Quietly, you tiptoed across the cold tile floor, your heart thundering in your chest as you approached the slightly ajar door to his office.
โโฆYes, Son Jiho. At Jungsik restaurant. Take care of it. I want him gone for good,โ Jungkookโs voice cut through the silence, low and sharp like a blade.
Your breath caught in your throat as you peeked inside. He was seated at his desk, his phone pressed to his ear. His jaw was tense, his expression unreadable except for the cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. As he ended the call, he let out a low chuckle, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk.
You froze. Every muscle in your body tensed as the weight of his words sank in. Gone for good. The realization hit you like a cold wave, leaving your chest tight and your heart racing.
You stumbled backward, your movements slow and careful to avoid drawing his attention. Once back in your room, panic seized you. Your hands trembled as you grabbed your old backpack, throwing in clothes and essentials as quickly as possible. You couldnโt stay. Not after what youโd heard.
Changing into something practical, you peeked out of your bedroom door. The penthouse was shrouded in darkness, the silence unnervingly heavy. You tiptoed to the front door, holding your breath as you reached for the keypad. But when you typed in the code, the door didnโt budge.
Frowning, you tried again, only to be met with the same result. A sinking dread spread through you.
His voice sliced through the darkness, sending a chill down your spine. Slowly, you turned to find Jungkook standing a few feet away, his figure partially illuminated by the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the windows.
โWhere are you off to so late at night?โ he asked, his tone calm but laced with an unsettling edge as he began walking toward you.
Your mind raced for an excuse. โI-I forgot my book at the library,โ you stammered, forcing a casual tone. โI need it.โ
Jungkookโs gaze darkened, his steps deliberate. โOh, really?โ he murmured, his voice dropping. โSo you didnโt happen to overhear me in the office earlier?โ
Your stomach dropped. He knows.
Panic bubbled up as he closed the distance between you, his presence heavy. He stopped just inches away, his frame towering over you as he leaned in slightly.
โW-what happened to him?โ you managed to whisper, your voice trembling.
Jungkookโs hand came up to your cheek, his touch deceptively gentle as his thumb brushed over your skin. โOh, you donโt need to worry about that, baby,โ he cooed, his voice soft yet chilling. His dark eyes locked onto yours. โBut if you really must knowโฆ heโs in a better place now.โ
The smirk on his lips sent shivers down your spine. You couldnโt move, couldnโt breathe. Every instinct screamed at you to run, but his presence pinned you in place.
โEnough about him,โ Jungkook continued, his tone shifting to something almost affectionate. โYou werenโt planning on leaving me, now were you?โ
You swallowed hard, your head shaking in silent denial. โNo,โ you whispered, the lie barely audible.
Relief softened his expression as he exhaled, his hand moving to cradle your face. โThank god. My good girl wouldnโt leave me.โ His lips curled into a possessive smile. โNot that you could, anyway.โ
โWhat do you mean?โ you asked, your voice cracking.
He tilted his head, his smile widening. โFrom the moment you signed that contract, youโve belonged to me,โ he said simply, his voice both calm and dominant.
Your heart skipped a beat as you took a step back, but his grip tightened, keeping you in place. โWhat? No, Jungkook, I-โ
โIโm the only one who can look after you!โ he snapped, his frustration boiling to the surface. โI was the only one who helped you when no one else did. You need me.โ
His voice rose, but he quickly paused, taking a deep breath to steady himself. โAll you need to know,โ he said, his voice eerily calm now, โis that youโre mine. Iโm never letting you go, and the sooner you accept that, the better it will be for you.โ
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you nodded slowly, too afraid to argue. โIโฆ I understand,โ you choked out.
Jungkookโs features softened, a pleased smile spreading across his face. โThereโs my good girl,โ he murmured, brushing your hair behind your ear.
โYou must be tired huh,โ he said, frowning, his tone gentler now, though his grip remained firm.ย
โCome on, baby. Letโs go to our room and get ready for the night.โ