Obsession | Jungkook FF

Bound by Fear

Y/n's Office

Jungkook stood in front of you, his expression defiant yet wary. You let your eyes linger on him, taking in every detail—his features were striking, even more so up close. A dangerous possessiveness curled within you, and the thought echoed in your mind: He's mine. Only mine. Forever.

Unbeknownst to you, you'd been staring at him for 15 minutes. The silence was finally broken by his voice, laced with impatience.

Jungkook: "Why did you call me here?"

Your gaze sharpened as you snapped out of your thoughts. "You cannot disrespect me here. You must call me 'Master.'"

He rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Whatever."

Your eyes darkened. Rising from your seat, you approached him with a slow, deliberate pace. Gripping his jaw tightly, you forced him to meet your gaze.

Y/n: "Don't you dare disrespect me again. If I want, I could kill you and your sister right now—but that wouldn't be any fun, would it?"

Jungkook's bravado faltered, his voice trembling slightly. "W-what do y-you w-want?"

A sly smile played on your lips. "I want you, baby boy."

His eyes widened in shock. You released his jaw, casually leaning against your desk as you observed his reaction.

Jungkook: "W-why are you doing this? Why are you being so cruel to us?"

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. "You haven't seen cruelty yet. Wanna see it?"

Without waiting for a response, you grabbed his wrist and led him down to the basement.

The Basement

The air grew colder as you descended into the basement, the walls stained with old traces of blood. The dim light barely illuminated the space, casting eerie shadows that danced across the floor.

You stopped in front of a man, beaten and bruised, tied to a chair. His condition was beyond miserable. With a slight nod from you, your men resumed beating him. The man coughed up blood, his life hanging by a thread.

Y/n: "You want to know why he ended up like this?"

Your cold stare bore into Jungkook, making him swallow nervously.

Y/n: "He used to work for me. But he betrayed me, tried to leak information to my enemies."

You signaled your men to stop. Approaching the tied man, you calmly took a knife and began cutting his ear.

Jungkook: "STOP!!!"

You paused, then burst into a psychotic laugh that echoed through the basement. Jungkook stared at you, horrified.

Jungkook: "What's funny? His pain—is that funny to you?!"

Your laughter abruptly ceased, and you turned to him, your expression deadly serious.

Y/n: "No. But your fear—that's amusing to me. Disobey me, and your fate will be far worse than his."

You dragged Jungkook out of the basement, his mind reeling from the horrific scene he had just witnessed.

Y/n: "Now go and get my food."

Jungkook didn't waste a second, rushing off to fetch your meal. When he returned, you gave your next command.

Y/n: "Get the keys to the black Porsche."

By the time he returned with the keys, you had finished your food. Without looking at him, you stood up and walked toward the car.

Y/n: "Follow me."

The Drive

You approached the car, and Jungkook quickly opened the door for you. Sliding into the seat, you gave your final order for the night.

Y/n: "You can have your dinner before me and sleep in my room tonight."

With that, you drove off, leaving Jungkook standing there, bewildered and conflicted.

That Night

Returning home, you immediately headed to your room, expecting to find Jungkook. But he wasn't there.

Y/n: "Mrs. Lee!"

The elderly maid appeared, trembling slightly under your intense gaze.

Y/n: "Where is Jungkook?"

Mrs. Lee: "M-miss, he's sleeping in the g-guest room."

Your eyes narrowed. "Did he eat his dinner?"

Mrs. Lee gulped, her voice barely above a whisper. "N-no, miss."

Y/n: "Didn't I tell you to make sure he eats?"

Mrs. Lee: "Y-yes, miss. B-but he wouldn't listen to me."

You dismissed her with a wave of your hand and stormed towards the guest room. As you entered, you saw Jungkook sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the world.

You knelt down beside him, your cold demeanor softening for just a moment. His features were gentle, almost angelic in sleep. Unable to resist, you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

Rising silently, you left the room and returned to your own bed, thoughts of Jungkook swirling in your mind as sleep finally claimed you.

This version aims to heighten the psychological tension, creating a more complex and chilling dynamic between Y/n and Jungkook.