Silk , Lies and Legacies. JK
"I dream of you in fractured ways, in hollow nights and haunted days."
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X (fem) reader
Genre: Political, smut , dark romance
Warnings : MDNI! | Explicit sexual content(adult themes) | profanity | alcohol and smoking use | plotical corruption | scheming | intimidation | controlling behavior |morally grey ml | power dynamics | hair pulling | betrayal | exploitation | possessiveness bordering on toxicity | heavy makeout | nipple sucking | fingering | rough | raw sex | detailed sex scene| angst| fainting etc
The rain had been falling since morning.
It coated the black marble balconies of the mansion sliding down the tall glass windows. Inside, everything was warm, dim and quiet the kind of silence that only existed in places owned by powerful men
And love was not something men like him were taught to give gently.
In the private study at the far end, Jeon sat behind a wide black desk one leg lazily crossed over the other. The air thick with the scent of aged leather and the sharp tang of cigarette smoke.
And in his lap sat his wife.
Her arms were looped loosely around his neck, her fingers gently threading through his dark hair as she massaged his scalp with slow, careful movements while he idly scrolled through a tablet filled with confidential documents, blueprints of corporate takeovers, political maneuvers.
She watched him sometimes like this studying the sharp lines of his face, the way his eyes moved, focused and calculating. Anyone else wouldβve mistaken the moment as calm. Domestic even.
His other hand held the cigarette loosely between his fingers, the ember flaring briefly as he inhaled deeply.
He exhaled a slow puff of smoke, the haze curling in the low light. His phone buzzed on the desk, the vibration cutting through the silence as he glanced at the screen, his secretary right on schedule for the evening briefing. This was normal. His life was full of these calls.
"Speak" he said, his voice a low rumble, calm as the eye of a hurricane.
"Good evening. Routine updates, sir." came the efficient voice of Min, his personal secretary.
"The merger with the Park conglomerate is on schedule. Opposition party's latest bill has been stalled in committee, thanks to our lobbyists." A pause then "And...Sir, Mrs. Jeon left the estate earlier today."
Jeon's thumb paused mid scroll, the tablet forgotten for a beat. She felt the subtle shift in his posture, trying to ignore the knot of anxiety twisting in her gut. Y/Nβs fingers paused for a split second before continuing. Jeon didnβt react immediately.
"Where to?" His tone was calm, deceptively even but she knew that calm. It was the eye of a storm, the prologue to devastation
Min hesitated just a fraction of a second but it was enough. "Your in laws, sir. She was turned away at the gates. Security footage confirms it , no entry was granted."
The cigarette slipped from his lips as he removed with a hiss that mirrored the rage building inside him. He turned his head his piercing gaze locking onto her face. She shrank back instinctively. The cigarette glowing brighter for a moment before he stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray.
The room seemed to shrink, the air growing heavier, charged with unspoken fury.
For a moment nothing happened. Rain tapped against the glass. He set the phone aside, his hand sliding up her back in a caress that felt more like a claim.
"Anything you want to tell me, darling?" The words were soft almost tender but laced with ice that sent chills racing down her spine. Her heart started beating faster but she kept her expression soft, confused.
Then he asked quietly βWhere did you go today?β
Her stomach twisted. She already knew he knew. Jeon knew everything. Still the words slipped out anyway. Y/N swallowed hard, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Oh⦠nowhere important. Just stayed in the gardens all afternoon." The lie tumbled out.
For a second there was nothing. Then he let out a low, humorless chuckle. His head tilted slightly, eyes fixed on her like he was studying something disappointing. "Asking nicely doesnβt get answers out of you, does it?" he murmured almost to himself, the words slow and deliberate
Her throat went dry, panic flickering behind her eyes but she said nothing. That was her mistake. His jaw clenched the last string of his patience snapping.
βYou donβt answer when Iβm patient.β he muttered.
The change in him was instantaneous. His hand shot up fingers tangling roughly in her hair yanking her head back with a force that made her gasp. Pain bloomed at her scalp as he forced her to meet his eyes, those cold, fathomless depths that stripped her bare. "You think you can fucking lie to me? Right to my goddamn face?" he snarled, his voice rising into a yell that echoed off the paneled walls.
Tears pricked at her eyes, her body trembling in his iron grip but she didn't dare pull away.
"Jeon listen pleaseβI didn'tβ"
"Shut the fuck up" he hissed, his face inches from hers, breath hot and ragged against her skin. "You think you can sneak off to those traitorous bastards?Who disowned you the second they smelled my scent on you? And you still go crawling back?"
She whimpered, the pull on her hair sending sharp jolts down her spine. βTheyβre still my family.β
His eyes darkened, rage twisting his features into something feral. "You donβt have a family anymore.β
The words landed colder than any shout. Her lips parted but nothing came out. She believed he saved her but in his grip, she felt the truth seeping in that he owned her, body and soul and any longing for her past was a betrayal he wouldn't forgive.
He released her hair only to grip her jaw forcing her watery eyes to stay on his. "Wake the fuck up. You're a Jeon now. My wife. And the only place you belongβ his voice lowered into something dangerously soft. "is right here.β
He pushed her off him not hard enough to hurt her but enough to send her tumbling from his lap onto the floor. She crumpled there, tears streaming down her face as she stared up at him in a mix of fear and shattered devotion. Jeon stood, towering over her, his silhouette a wall of intimidation.
"You embarrass me when you act like this. Patheticβ he added flatly, grabbing his coat. Without another word, he stormed out leaving her alone in the wreckage of her deception.
The weight of his words crushed her. He had married her without hesitation. Given her a name.
A home. A place beside the most powerful man in the city. He had saved her when no one else would.
The first time she realized she loved Jeon wasnβt during anything grand. It wasnβt the wedding. Not the wealth. Not the power that came with his name.
And he never even said things like I love you. That wasnβt who he was. But he made sure she never lacked anything. Her favorite flowers appeared in her room without her asking. When she hesitated over something anything he noticed. βYou want it?β heβd ask. Sheβd shake her head. And somehow, it would still become hers.
There was the night she woke up from a nightmare. She hadnβt meant to make noise. Just a small gasp, barely audible in the massive bedroom. But somehow, he heard. She felt the mattress shift beside her before she even fully woke, his hand already at the back of her neck, steady and grounding. βBad dream?β he murmured. His voice was rough with sleep, quieter than she had ever heard it. She nodded even though he couldnβt see. There was a pause. Then he pulled her closer not tightly, not forcefully. Just enough that her forehead rested against his chest. βGo back to sleepβ he said. And she did. Faster than she had in weeks.
There were mornings too. When she woke before him and just watched. In sleep, he looked different. Like the weight he carried during the day didnβt exist. His arm would tighten around her instinctively pulling her closer without opening his eyes. A quiet, unconscious gesture.
He made sure she ate, even when she wasnβt hungry. Not by asking but by placing food in front of her and waiting until she finished.
He noticed things. Small things. Easy to miss if you werenβt paying attention. She once mentioned offhand that she liked jasmine tea. Just once in passing while staring out at the gardens. The next morning it was on her bedside table.
And the garden. He didnβt like her being outside. She figured that out quickly. But she loved the garden. So one afternoon when she hesitated at the door unsure if she was allowed to wander that far, he glanced up from his work and said βGo.β She paused. His eyes flicked to her sharp but not angry. βItβs all yoursβ he said.
He never said why. Never softened his words. Never called it care. But it was there. In the way he made space for her without admitting it. In the way he watched. In the way he provided.
That was how it happened. Not all at once but in fragments.
A hand at her neck in the dark. A cup of tea she didnβt ask for. A space that became hers.
So somewhere along the way, she stopped noticing what was missing. Because she was too focused on what he gave. Those were the moments she held onto. The ones that felt like something close to being cared for.
She didnβt like disappointing him. It wasnβt something he said outright. It lived in the way his silence stretched too long. In the way his eyes went cold. In the way the room itself seemed to hold its breath when he was displeased.
The way his mood shifted after certain calls. The slight tension in his jaw when something displeased him. The rare almost invisible signs of approval. She learned them like a language.
Because his anger when it came was sharp, overwhelming and suffocating.
Later that night. The city skyline stretched across the windows of a private high rise penthouse. Jeon stood near the glass with a drink in hand.
Across the room, Kim Namjoon sat calmly on a leather sofa, long legs stretched out like he owned the place. Which technically did. Advisor. Strategist. Best friend.
Namjoon studied Jeon for a moment before speaking."You're late" he said by way of greeting, his voice steady, analytical.
Jeon downed the drink in one swallow, the burn grounding him. He set the glass down with a clink, running a hand through his disheveled hair.
"Had to handle a loose end at home."
Namjoon's eyes flicked up, assessing. "The wife?"
A ghost of a smile crossed Jeon's lips, devoid of warmth."She decided to play house with her old family today. Snuck out got turned away like the trash they think she is. Then lied to my fucking face about it."
Namjoon's brow furrowed but there was no surprise only calculation. "Bold move." He leaned back, swirling his drink. "Everyone thinks your marriage was some impulsive white knight bullshit after the scandal. Everything we've done to orchestrate that shitshow by sending those photos, timing it perfectly so her old man would flip his lid and boot her out."
"Fuck that" Jeon spat slamming his fist on the scarred wooden table. "She doesn't know half of it. Still believes theyβre her family.β
Namjoon let out a quiet breath through his nose. Ah. That. βYou knew that would take timeβ he said calmly. Composed again. Always composed.
βI didnβt marry her for time.β
Namjoon chuckled darkly leaning back. "Still got some fight in her? Or just stupidity?"
"Both" Jeon spat his fingers drumming on the table.
Namjoon's expression hardened, the amusement fading into cold calculation. Pulling up a holographic display on his tablet family trees, alliances, weak points of the Kims."Good. Because we're close. The marriage was the perfect Trojan horse. Her people are still pulling strings in the opposition party blocking our infrastructure bills, our trade deals. Her family's been a thorn in our side for years, those self righteous political fucks blocking every move we've made. But with her as your wife we getΒ Y/N's access to their inner circle-"
"Fuck their inner circle" Jeon interrupted, his voice a low snarl. "We don't need her for that shit anymore. She feeds us intel without even knowing it. She's the bait. We bleed them dry from the inside."
Namjoon nodded swirling his drink. "Exactly. We'll start with the financials. I've got eyes on their offshore accounts. Siphon off the funds, make it look like internal corruption which it is anyway. Then the political hits, leak those emails we planted, frame the old man for bribery. Then we fan the flames. Their pride will do the rest, they'll turn on their own lieutenants to save face."
Jeon's lips curled into a predatory smile but his eyes remained stormy. "And when they come crawling? Begging her to spy for them?"
"Let them" Namjoon said, his tone laced with venom. "She'll run straight to you thinking you're her knight in shining armor. Use it. Make her hate them as much as we do."
"Goddamn right" Jeon muttered. Now they had something much more valuable. Their daughter.
Namjoon leaned forward slightly.
βDoes she suspect anything?β Jeon's answer came immediately. βNo and she never would.β
Namjoon's gaze hardened, a rare glint of ruthlessness breaking through his scholarly demeanor. "But we have to keep her in line, no more sentimental bullshit."
"I'll handle it" Jeon replied, his voice a low promise.
They shared a look, the weight of their ambition hanging heavy in the air. This wasn't love or rescue and Y/N was the unwitting pawn in their masterstroke.
Victory was close he could taste it.
Jeon looked down at his glass. For a moment, her tearful face flashed in his mind. Then it disappeared. Replaced by cold strategy.
He was the villain in her story, the destroyer masquerading as savior.
"Make the calls" Jeon said finally, voice cold once more.
Namjoon raised his glass in a mock toast. Jeon clinked his own glass against it, the sound hollow in the dim room.
But deep down in the recesses of his calculated mind Jeon knew the truth. She wasn't just a pawn. She was the one piece he refused to sacrifice even as he orchestrated her world's collapse and in the wreckage something real had bloomed.
He couldn't let her go, not now.
The drive home was a blur of city lights, faint drizzle and simmering thoughts. Jeon's grip on the wheel tightened, Namjoon's words gnawing at him.
He didn't like seeing her hurt. The way her eyes filled with tears earlier had twisted something in his chest. But lies? They were poison especially from her, the one person he'd claimed despite the bad blood between their worlds. He accepted her, flaws and all from that viper's nest of a family. She had to learn.
Though he hated how he'd snapped at her earlier, the way his anger had spilled over like venom. He'd ruined her life once with the scandal and now as her husband the least he owed her was decency. Yet here he was, the bastard who couldn't stop the poison from seeping out, couldn't resist the control that came with possession.
He bypassed the study, the servants' quarters, heading straight for their bedroom on the 3rd floor. The door creaked open to reveal the space bathed in moonlight filtering through the open balcony doors. A cool breeze rustled the sheer curtains, carrying the faint scent of night blooming jasmine.
There she curled on the cushioned bench by the balcony, her silk white nightgown pooling around her like spilled milk. One strap had slipped off her shoulder exposing the curve of her collarbone. Her gaze was fixed on the darkened garden below but he knew the signs , the subtle hitch in her breathing.
She'd been crying, those silent tears that gutted him more than any outburst.
Jeon's jaw clenched as he crossed the room, his footsteps muffled on the plush carpet. He stopped behind her close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her body. Without a word, he reached down, his fingers brushing her skin as he hooked the fallen strap and tugged it back into place and she startled slightly, turning her head just enough to glimpse him.
"Up" he said, his voice gruff, laced with that unyielding edge he couldn't shake. He extended his hand, palm up and she placed her shaking fingers in his. He pulled her to her feet with effortless strength, drawing her away from the chill of the open air. "You'll catch a cold out here."
Her eyes, wide and glassy met his and fresh tears welled up spilling over before she could stop them. He cursed under his breath, one hand coming up to thumb away the tracks on her cheek rough but deliberate. "Stop fucking crying over that bullshit. They won't take you back, Y/N. Those assholes threw you out and they're not changing their minds" he muttered, his tone flat almost accusatory as if her vulnerability was an inconvenience he had to stamp out.
Y/N shattered then, a sob escaping as she lunged forward wrapping her arms around his neck in a desperate hug. Her face buried against his chest, body shaking with the force of her breakdown. "Jeon... I'm sorry" she whispered against his shoulder, her voice breaking. "I won't go again. I promise."
He stiffened at first the contact foreign to his guarded nature then his arms came around her almost instantly. One hand sliding to the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair gently this time to tilt her face up to his. Her lips parted on a gasp and he captured them in a deep kiss pouring everything he couldn't confess into the press of his mouth against hers.
This was what he craved her dependence, her world narrowing to just him erasing the people of her past.
The kiss started as a claim, hard and demanding but it ignited something feral. Y/N melted into him, her hands fisting in his shirt pulling him closer as their tongues tangled in a heated dance. Jeon's control frayed as he deepened it, nipping at her lower lip. His hands roamed, slipping under the hem of her nightgown, palms gliding up the smooth skin of her thighs. The fabric bunched as he pushed it higher, his fingers digging into her hips with needy possession.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jaw, then down to her tear streaked cheek licking away the remnants of her sorrow before guiding her backward, his body her anchor.
Fuck the plans, fuck their revenge. For this moment, he just wanted her untainted, his alone.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the straps of her gown but he beat her to it yanking them down with impatient tugs. The silk pooled at her feet leaving her bare before him. Her tits exposed, nipples hardening in the cool air, her skin flushed with a mix of vulnerability and desire. He led her to the king sized bed, the sheets crisp and inviting and pushed her down gently but firmly, his eyes dark with hunger.
Jeon shed his clothes in swift movements. Shirt unbuttoned, pants kicked aside amd his cock already hard and straining, thick and veined aching for her.
He climbed over her, caging her beneath his frame and lowered his mouth to her cheek again, kissing the damp path of her tears before descending to her chest. His lips closed around one nipple, sucking hard, tongue flicking the peak as she arched into him with a whimper. He lavished attention on her tits alternating sides biting just enough to draw a gasp, his hands kneading the soft flesh.
Sex between them was always like this raw, consuming. He hated how it felt like it meant something deeper, how her soft nature pierced his cold exterior.
Her legs parting instinctively as his free hand shoved between her thighs, fingers finding her wet heat and stroking roughly through her folds. Jeon didn't speak just grunted in approval at how soaked she was for him, his cock pressing insistently against her thigh leaking pre cum onto her skin.
Y/N's hands fisted in his hair pulling him closer, her body begging. He released her nipple with a pop then captured her mouth again in a bruising kiss, tongues clashing as he positioned himself. With one hand, he guided his cock to her entrance, rubbing the thick head against her clit before thrusting in deep, raw, no mercy burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat.
He set a fast pace immediately, hips snapping forward with relentless force. The bed creaked under them, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room mingling with her moans and his ragged breaths. Jeon's hands pinned her wrists above her head, his body dominating hers completely but his eyes those dark, stormy eyes betrayed the turmoil.
Guilt gnawed at him as he fucked her roughly, wanting to erase the pain he'd inflicted yet knowing he was the source.
He leaned down capturing her mouth again in a messy, needy kiss swallowing her cries as he pounded into her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back urging him on despite the tears still leaking from her eyes with his cock stretching her, hitting that spot inside that made her sob with pleasure and pain. He released her wrists to grip her ass, lifting her hips for better leverage slamming in harder, faster, the friction building to a fever pitch.
Sweat slicked their bodies, her tits bouncing with every thrust and he buried his face in her neck breathing hard.
Her pussy fluttering around him signaling towards her release. Jeon ground against her clit with each drive, pushing her over the edge. She came with a sob, body convulsing, nails raking down his back as waves of ecstasy ripped through her. He followed seconds later, thrusting deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside her, hot cum flooding her insides.
Exhausted, she fell back with Jeon pulling her atop him, his cock softening inside her as they lay tangled.
The room quieted only their slowing breaths and the distant hum of the city.
Y/N rested her head on his inked chest, listening to his heartbeat, the rise and fall of his body a rare comfort.
She lifted her head eyes searching his in the dim light. "Jeon... are you ever gonna leave me?"
He tightened his hold, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You're stuck with me, darling. Forever." The words were a vow, laced with the truth of his obsession. Her body relaxing against him and soon her breathing evened out into sleep. Jeon lay awake a while longer, staring at the ceiling, the city's hum a distant lullaby.
He'd keep her safe from her family, from the world, from everything but him and he would never, not in a million schemes would let her go.
He had plotted everything. The betrayals, the manipulations, the perfect collapses but she had infiltrated him in ways no strategy of his could foresee.
The first rays of dawn filtered through the floor to ceiling windows casting a pale glow over the rumpled sheets.
Y/N stirred, her body aching in the best and worst ways. She reached out instinctively, her hand seeking the warmth of his body but the space beside her was empty, the sheets cool to the touch.
He never left this early, work could wait for him. A flicker of unease twisted in her chest but she pushed it down.
After a quick shower, the hot water doing little to ease the soreness, she slipped into a simple silk robe and headed downstairs.
The scent of fresh coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the low murmur of voices from the living room. As she rounded the corner, the scene came into view.
Jeon lounged on the leather sofa, his long legs stretched out, a mug in hand, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the massive flat screen TV. Beside him sat Namjoon equally composed, sipping from his own cup with that quiet intensity that always made her feel like an outsider in their world.
"Good morning" she said softly, her voice still husky from sleep forcing a small smile as she approached. Their eyes turned to her. Jeon's softening just a fraction, Namjoon's polite but distant. But before she could say more her gaze snagged on the TV the volume low but the images unmistakable.
Her family's mansion showed on the screen, the place she'd once called home now swarmed by chaos.
Police cruisers lined the driveway, officers in riot gear hauling figures out through the front doors. Her grandfather, stooped but defiant , wrists cuffed behind his back. Her father, face twisted in fury shouting something lost to the reporters' frenzy. And there her sister's husband, pale and stumbling shoved into the back of a van. Outside, a crowd surged, signs bobbing like weapons "Corrupt to the Core!" "Justice for the Betrayed!" Protests? Arrests? the room tilting as confusion crashed over her.
"What... what's happening?'" The words escaped in a whisper her legs weakening as she stumbled closer to the screen. The anchor's voice droned on, detached and clinical "High profile arrests in the ongoing corruption scandal shaking the political elite. Charges of embezzlement, bribery and ties to organized crime.'
Tears welled up instantly, hot and unstoppable, blurring the nightmare unfolding before her.
"No, this can't..Dad? Grandfather?" She spun toward Jeon, desperation clawing at her throat. "Jeon, please, you have to help them! Call someone, do something! they're my family! They wouldn't-"
Jeon was on his feet in an instant crossing the space between them in two strides, his arms enveloping her in a firm embrace. She buried her face in his chest, sobs wracking her body his shirt soaking with her tears.
"Shh, darling calm down. Look at me" he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her ear one hand stroking her back in soothing circles while the other cradled her head. She did, her eyes wide and shattered. He wiped her cheeks with his thumb, his touch soothing. "We'll figure this out. But not like this."
But beneath the tenderness his eyes met Namjoon's, a shared glance brief and loaded.
A silent acknowledgment of the truth they both knew. The arrests weren't entirely their doing. Jeon and Namjoon had nudged the investigation, leaked just enough to tip the scales but the rot had always been there
The plan had unfolded perfectly.
Her family once idols of her childhood had long been rotten at their core. The scandal, the arrests, the flashing headlines they were not false but merely accelerated and exposed.
The way he and Namjoon had exposed her family using her wasnβt right , yes. They had pulled her violently from the only world sheβd known and shattered the illusions she clung to. But it was necessary. And in ways Y/N couldnβt yet see but it was good for her.
The truth of her family was uglier than any fiction Jeon and Namjoon could have constructed. Millions siphoned from public funds, hush money to silence people, shell companies routing bribes through offshore accounts.
Jeon didnβt create the chaos he only pulled back the curtain faster than it would have fallen on its own.
Some fires needed a spark but the tinder was always there.
Jeon and Namjoon had not created monsters, they had only made the monsters visible for their own gain, toppling opponents to climb higher.
Guiding her to sit on the sofa, his arm still around her shoulders. Namjoon averted his gaze pretending to focus on his coffee but the air thickened with unspoken finality.
" Listen to me, Y/N. Your family... they've been playing this game for years. Embezzling public funds, taking bribes from the worst kinds of people even laundering money through shell companies to fund their campaigns. The evidence came out last night. They're guilty. All of them."
She shook her head violently pulling back to search his face, her eyes wide and pleading. "No, you're wrong! They wouldn't..my grandfather built everything honestly, my father... he loved us. This is a mistake." She stumbled forward, dropping to her knees before him hands clutching at his polished shoes in desperation. "Please Jeon, you have connections, I know you can fix this-" Jeon's face hardened but not with anger with something raw, pained.
He hated this seeing her reduced to groveling at his feet. She was no pawn in this moment. Crouching to her level, his hands firm but gentle as he grasped her arms and pulled her up. "Stand up. You don't beg like this not for anyone."
"I wish it were that simple but it's not. The authorities have been building this case for months. They're not the people you think they are, Y/N. They've destroyed lives for their power. And now it's catching up." Each word of his landed like a blow shattering the image she'd held onto.
Flashes of her childhood flooded back lavish dinners, her father's proud smiles, her grandfather's stories of legacy but now they twisted tainted by his revelations. "How could they? Why didn't they tell me? I... I defended them, believed in them and now-" she choked out, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks.
Her breath came in shallow gasps, the room spinning. "I can't... this isn't real. They're gone all gone because of-' Her vision hazed, darkness creeping in at the edges.
Jeon caught her instantly before she could slump to the floor with a curse under his breath. "Fuck!"
He picked her up effortlessly cradling her against his chest, her head falling against his shoulder. Namjoon rose with genuine concern but Jeon waved him off already striding toward the stairs. "I've got her. Get the doctor on the line."
For all their scheming, this wasn't part of the plan.
He carried her back to the bedroom laying her gently on the bed, his hand brushing damp hair from her forehead. She'd wake soon but he'd be there always the savior, the anchor in her storm.
In that moment, shielded from the worldβs judgment and the truth she was not ready to digest, she had him.
The doctor arrived soon summoned by Namjoon's urgent call. He was a trusted figure in Jeon's circle. He checked her vitals with practiced ease listening to her shallow breaths. Jeon stood by the bed, arms crossed , his jaw set in a mask of fury at his own helplessness. "Shock" the doctor confirmed, his voice professional as he adjusted her position. "Her system's reacting to the trauma. She needs rest, plenty of it and emotional support to ground her. No stressors. I'll start an IV drip for fluids." He worked quickly.
Once done, the doctor packed his things. "Monitor her. Call if anything changes." He nodded to Jeon and headed out with Namjoon following to the door with a murmured thanks.
Alone now, Jeon approached the bed, his fingers tracing the back of her hand. He lifted it gently, pressing his lips to her knuckles in a kiss that lingered. He drew the heavy curtains shut, blocking the intrusive morning light. Satisfied she'd sleep undisturbed he slipped out, closing the door behind.
In the hallway, Namjoon waited leaning against the wall with his phone in hand. "She's stable?" he asked though the question was more formality than doubt. Jeon nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Shock from the news." His tone carried an edge. They'd toppled her world and now she lay broken in the wreckage.
Namjoon pushed off the wall his expression thoughtful but calculating. "We can't let her near that family again. Even in jail they'd find a way to poison her mind and turn her against us, against you."
Jeon's eyes darkened fists clenching at his sides. "No nothing. I won't risk it." His voice dropped, laced with that need to control the narrative, to keep her to him alone. He'd burn the world before letting her drift.
A sharp hiss cut through their words muffled, pained from behind the bedroom door. Jeon's head snapped toward it. He moved before Namjoon could respond striding back and shoving the door open.
Namjoon lingered a beat then turned, footsteps fading down the hall as he left the house the weight of their shared secrets hanging heavier than before.
Inside, the room was dim but Jeon spotted her instantly her free hand clutching the IV line, face twisted in agony. The sudden jerk of waking had tugged the needle, a thin line of blood. She whimpered, eyes glassy as fragments of memory crashed back.
The arrests, her family's faces on the screen.
"Darling" Jeon rasped, crossing the room in two strides. He gathered her into his arms without hesitation pulling her against his chest careful of the drip. Her body shook violently, sobs breaking free as she buried her face in his shirt, fists bunching the fabric. "Please" she choked out, voice raw and desperate. "Take me to them. I need to see them-" her pleas clawed at him but he wouldn't yield.
Instead, his hand slid up fingers holding the nape of her neck. He tilted her head back pressing his mouth down on hers in a deep kiss swallowing her cries. It was no gentle comfort, it was a claim. Her the world narrowed to the heat of his mouth. It calmed her.
He broke it only when she sagged against him breathless and dazed, her words silenced for the moment. His forehead pressed to hers, breath mingling hot and ragged. "You don't need them, Y/N" he murmured, voice low and hypnotic.
"I'll give you everything they've ever denied you." His grip tightened fractionally. "Forget them. Let them rot in the mess they made." She whimpered, tears tracking down her cheeks, the fight faded under his gaze, his touch, the relentless pull of his presence. He would shield her from the truth forever if it meant she stayed, wrapped in his darkness.
There was no going back for her. Not anymore. Not after him. And certainly not after what he had done to make sure of it.
In his arms, she was safe because in his twisted way, she was his sanctuary and his damnation.
Authors note: I went back and changed a few things plus adjusted the ending a bit so it'll feel different if youβre rereading. Thanks for being patient. π€
