TRAGEDY OF PAST || JJK. FF || FT. KTH

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AUTHOR POV :-

Y/n's voice trembled as she implored him, "What are you doing, sir? Please..leave me."

Tears welled up in her eyes, glistening with fear and uncertainty, but Jungkook seemed immune to her pleas. His grip on her wrist remained unyielding, and his gaze bore into her with a mix of intensity and obsession.

She could feel her heart racing, and the fear that had been smoldering was now a full-blown blaze. His obsession was driving him to a point where reason and rationality seemed to have left him.

Y/n tried to reason with him once more, her voice quivering, "Please, Mr. Jeon, not here. This isn't the time or place, Let me go"

But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Jungkook's obsession continued to dominate his actions. He was resolute in his pursuit of whatever he believed he needed.

His grip on her wrist tightened even further, making her wince in pain he pull her more near himself and they lips dangerously close to each other.

"You leave your job because of me, I know. You leave to avoid me, right?" These questions tormented him, feeding the flames of his obsession. He couldn't accept that she had left for personal reasons; he believed it was all about him.

Y/n's head shook slightly, denying his accusations. Her voice was soft but filled with a mixture of fear and frustration as she replied, "No, Mr. Jeon, it wasn't about you. It was my own decision. I had personal reasons. Please, you're misunderstanding..."

Jungkook, however, was not ready to accept her explanation. His grip on her remained firm, and his voice was laced with a possessive quality. "You're lying," he hissed. "You use me just because of your benefit and leave me when you done"

His words only intensified her fear, and she couldn't comprehend how he had transformed into this person she barely recognized. This wasn't the professional and composed boss she had known; this was something else entirely.

"Mr. Jeon, you're scaring me," she admitted, her voice trembling. "Please, let me go. I left my job for personal reasons. I didn't want to lead you on."

The moment of vulnerability in her voice seemed to affect him, but his obsession still had a tight hold on him. He leaned closer, their faces inches apart. "You can't just walk away from me, Y/n. You belong to me, and I won't allow you to escape."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, and she tried to pull away again. "I don't belong to anyone, Mr. Jeon. I left to find my own path. Please, let me go."

Anger and obsession fueled Jungkook's actions. He couldn't bear to hear Y/n's words, denying any sense of ownership or belonging. His grip on her wrist tightened, and with a swift, forceful motion, he pulled her dangerously close, their lips mere millimeters apart.

Y/n's heart raced, and fear coursed through her veins as his actions became even more intense. The atmosphere was charged with the tension between them, and her tearful eyes met his dark, piercing gaze.

"You don't know, y/n..you're playing with the fire.. You don't know what I'm capable of do"

The room felt as if it had plunged into an abyss of darkness and despair. The tension between Jungkook and Y/n had reached a breaking point, and the air was thick with their unspoken emotions.

Y/n's trembling voice barely made it past her lips as she implored, "What do you want?" The words hung in the air, heavy with fear and uncertainty.

Jungkook's response was laced with darkness and desire. "You," he uttered in a deep, chilling voice, his grip on her wrist relenting as he moved to hold her by the waist.