At his mercy || BTS PJM Ft JJK

Chapter 32

Jungkook left the room, his gaze lingering on the cupboard with a deepening frown etched across his features. His fists clenched with simmering rage as he pondered the identity of the person who dared to spy on him. Opting for a different approach, he positioned himself by the window, watching intently as the cupboard door creaked open, revealing a figure emerging cautiously.

With a surge of anger, Jungkook leaped into action, bursting into the room through the window and seizing the woman by her wrist.

"I knew you were spying on me, you dirty little-" his words were cut short as he twisted her arm, his grip tightening with each passing second. The sheer audacity of someone attempting to invade his privacy fueled his rage, his mind ablaze with fury.

"You wench-" he spat out, his voice laced with contempt, before his eyes met hers in the mirror. Recognition dawned upon him, his shock palpable as he beheld your face, his y/n. His widened eyes betrayed his disbelief as confusion clouded his features, his mind struggling to comprehend the sight before him. In that moment, the intensity of his anger was overshadowed by a whirlwind of emotions, leaving him grappling with the realization that you, the person he cherished, had been caught in the crossfire of his wrath.

"S-sweety," Jungkook mumbled almost unconsciously, the words slipping from his lips before he could fully register them. Your eyes widened in horror as you intensified your struggles, desperate to break free from his grasp.

"Help me-" you began to scream, but Jungkook swiftly silenced you, his hand covering your mouth as he forcefully slammed you against the wall, causing you to gasp in pain from the impact.

"You sly little wench! You dare to leave me by fooling me!" he roared with fury, his grip on your shoulders tightening with each passing second.

You cried out as his aggression escalated, attempting to squirm out of his relentless hold.

"Stop-" you pleaded, but he refused to heed your pleas, his anger consuming him as he unleashed a torrent of emotions.

"Shut up! You have no idea how crazy I've been after your escape. I've searched for you like a madman, forsaking everything, even my own priorities," he confessed, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration, desperation, and longing. The pain of your disappearance had driven him to the brink of madness, consuming his every waking moment with thoughts of you

His eyes bore into your face with an intensity that you refused to meet, shutting your eyes tightly against his relentless gaze.

"Look at me! When I talk to you! Look at me, bitch!" he roared, his constant barrage of insults causing tears to stream down your cheeks, even as you stubbornly kept your eyes shut, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear.

"If you don't, then I will fuck you right here. I will make you mine in this place!" he threatened, pressing his body against yours and grinding his manhood against your lower region. Disgust twisted your features as you pleaded for help, desperately trying to push him away, but he remained glued to you, refusing to relent.

"Stop," you whimpered, your distress evident in your voice as you begged for him to cease his advances. But his rage only intensified, fueled by the pain of your abandonment.

"Stop? You think I will stop after what you put me through? I even imagine other women as you when I fuck them! You left me hanging like a broken lamp, and you dare to say stop!" he spat out, his grip tightening on your jaw as he forced your face to meet his. Yet even as he sought to assert his dominance, you remained steadfast, refusing to open your eyes and meet his gaze, determined to retain what little control you had left in the face of his relentless onslaught.