The Seventh Floor - JJK [✓]

THIRTY - NINE

Jungkook moved towards his study, pairing the pendant with the playback device using the wireless settings, his fingers snapped over the controls.

He silently observed the dichotomy of Yn's happiness when she was wearing the pendant, how cheerful she looked during the daytime, checking out herself in the mirror with a touch of lipstick, clicking her pictures and the brutality of the assaults done by Rosalia and her puppets.

Their brutality fueled his rage, pushing him towards a more merciless resolution. Observing Yn's discourse with Greta left an impression, her thoughts and outlook impressed him. He couldn't find someone who gets him better, she's only his, and he's only hers.

As he clicked through the recordings, his phone buzzed with an update. "Master! We bagged them all, but Rosalia was taken out with 10 police cars, so we had to pull a swift exit," the voice reported, earning a dark chuckle from Jungkook.

Charles played his cards, but how long until the deck crumbled?

He continued to unfold the further gruesome scenes on the screen. The room fell into an expectant hush as the screen flickered to life, revealing the recorded struggle Yn had valiantly faced.

In the midst of the horrific scenes, Jungkook's smirk faded. Yn's move to seduce her captor didn't sit right, yet he clenched his fists at Marco's intrusion.

Disgusted by their sickening conversation, he understood the desperation in her game – fighting wasn't an option, so she played a different game.

Jungkook heard Marco's unstable breathing, his proximity, pecking sounds, and Yn's sultry acts. But it was Jungkook himself who allowed her to do anything it takes to free herself.

"Damn, Yn," Jungkook muttered, fists clenched, his usually stoic expression betraying a blend of concern and simmering rage. The audio came alive with the sounds of Yn's fierce resistance and the menacing murmurs of her captors.

Yn's fearless spirit became evident. Jungkook clenched his jaw, absorbing the uncertainty of the danger she had bravely confronted.

The room was soon filled with more than just physical struggles, whispered conversations and explicit threats permeated the air. Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he processed the sinister intent behind the words exchanged between Marco and Yn.

"Sky, really? Going all out for their nonsense? Not worth it, honey! They're beneath you. Even people in ranks gotta line up for a peek at you, and here, you just went and wasted your precious presence on this nonsense." Jungkook murmured to himself, the chilling calm in his voice contrasting with the storm brewing within.

"Sorry, love. There's no second chance for anyone who dared to touch you." a silent promise to mete out ruthless justice to those who dared to threaten his queen. Leaving the room, he strolled over to Yn, planting a gentle peck on her forehead.

"I'll be the one sharing every moment with you – your time, laughter, banter, tears, pain, body and soul. They all belong to me. Search within me, Sky. Explore every corner of me, dig deep into me. Your answers reside within me."

Moving to another room, he rummaged through lockers, retrieving three different guns and a sword— the same sword he often glimpsed in his dreams.

"Never thought it'd come in handy..." he chuckled, then headed out of the building, his car leading a convoy of five cars.

⚠️ Warning: Graphic Violence