𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒕 || 𝑽𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒇 || 18+

"𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆"

Jungkook stood in front of you, his cold gaze locking with yours as he spoke, "You're too young to understand the things I want. But you're going to regret asking for a divorce. I'll punish you, just in a different way." His voice was detached, as if what he was saying didn't matter to him at all. Without another word, he turned and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as the door clicked shut, you began to struggle against the ropes binding you to the chair, your hands shaking as you tried to loosen the knots. Desperation surged through you, but no matter how much you twisted and pulled, you couldn't get free. The frustration brought tears to your eyes, but you refused to break down.

After what felt like an eternity, the door opened again. Jungkook re-entered, a cold smile on his face, holding more rope and something else-something you didn't recognize at first. He walked toward you slowly, almost deliberately, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room.

"You want to act all grown up, don't you?" he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Then I'll treat you like one." He held up the rope and gag in his hands, his expression turning darker. "Do you know what these are for?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you tried to stay calm. "No..." you muttered, feeling the fear creeping in.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, mocking your ignorance. "This rope is to make sure you stay exactly where I want you. And the gag?" He held it up in front of your face, the cold metal glinting in the dim light. "It's for keeping your mouth shut. You've been talking back too much lately."

Without giving you a chance to protest, he began tying the rope around your neck, securing it just tightly enough to make you feel trapped, though not enough to hurt you. Then, with steady hands, he fitted the gag over your mouth, making sure it was snug and uncomfortable.

"I don't want to hear your voice when you're acting all grown up," he said in a tone that sent shivers down your spine.

You mumbled an apology through the gag, your words barely audible. "I'm sorry..."

"That's what I like to hear," Jungkook said, satisfied with your submission. "But it's too late for apologies now. You'll stay quiet, and I'll decide when you can speak again."

Tears of frustration and helplessness began to fall down your cheeks, and Jungkook's smile widened. He wiped one tear away with his thumb, almost tenderly. "You look so pretty when you cry," he whispered, his voice eerily soft. "Your tears suit you."

You glared at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and fear. Jungkook seemed to enjoy the look you gave him, chuckling softly to himself. "I love it when you look at me like that. Makes me want to see just how far I can push you."

After a moment, Jungkook slowly removed the gag, watching your reaction closely. "I'll give you one more chance," he said, leaning in close. "Apologize properly. Ask for forgiveness, or things will get worse."

Your heart raced, but you knew you had no choice. The power imbalance was suffocating. "I'm... I'm really sorry," you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady. "Please... forgive me, husband."

Jungkook smiled, his grip on your hair gentle but firm as he tilted your head back to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he murmured approvingly. "That's all I wanted to hear." He released you from the ropes, one by one, moving with deliberate care. For a moment, his touch was almost gentle, though his control over you was never in question.

Once you were free, Jungkook stood up and stepped back, watching you closely. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice cold again. "You know what happens if you try to run." And with that, he turned and left the room.

You sat there for a moment, shaken and trying to process everything that had just happened. You rubbed your wrists, which were sore from the ropes, and considered your options. Running wasn't possible-you knew Jungkook would find you. The only thing left to do was comply, for now.

After a while, you decided to return to your room, knowing Jungkook wouldn't be far. You didn't lock the door, remembering how furious he would get if you tried to shut him out. You lay down, emotionally exhausted, hoping sleep would offer you an escape.

You must have drifted off, but it wasn't long before you were jolted awake by the sound of the door creaking open. Jungkook stood in the doorway, his face serious but not as angry as before.

"Wake up," he said in a low voice, stepping closer to the bed. "I have something important to tell you."