HIS BABY || JEON JUNGKOOK ||

Protection

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Time seemed to slow down as Y/n watched in horror. She knew she had to do something, but her mind was racing and her body felt numb.

She glanced around the room, searching for any sign of help. The music was loud, the crowd dense, and everyone seemed to be lost in their own world. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. It was as if he had vanished into thin air. Desperately, she tried to muster the courage to push the man away from her, but her limbs felt like lead weights.

"Get off of her, you jerk," Jungkook stood there fuming, his eyes locked onto the guy who had dared to invade their moment.

The guy frowned at him and went to punch him. "What's it to you?"

"You'll find out if you don't back off in five seconds," Jungkook growled, stepping towards him menacingly. Y/n looked at him in shock, quickly trying to push her dress down more if possible.

"Leave me and my lady alone, punk," the guy sneered, pushing Jungkook. That was a mistake.

In a swift, controlled motion, Jungkook's fist connected hard with the guy's jaw, sending him stumbling backward. Jungkook followed up with another punch, his hand flying to the guy's face, driving home his point.

"You stay away from her," Jungkook growled, his voice low and menacing. "Or you'll be sorry."

The guy, realizing he was outmatched, scrambled to his feet and disappeared into the crowd, clutching his jaw. Jungkook turned to Y/n, his features softening slightly.

"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

Tears pricked at her eyes as she nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. "I-I'm fine," she managed to choke out. "But I want to go home." She looked up at Jungkook, her expression pleading. "Can we please just leave?"

Jungkook's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and protectiveness. "Of course," he said, his voice still laced with a dangerous edge. He took her hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "Let's get you out of here."

The drive home was suffocatingly quiet, tension thick in the air between them. Y/n couldn't bring herself to look at Jungkook, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window. She could feel his presence beside her, a constant reminder of the chaotic events of the evening.

As they pulled up to her place, Jungkook walked her to the door, his hand never leaving hers. "Thank you," she whispered, looking up at him with thankfulness. "Fat tears fell from her cheeks, each one a testament to the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her.

As soon as they stepped inside, Y/n felt a heaviness settle over them. She knew a conversation was inevitable, but she wasn't prepared for the intensity in Jungkook's eyes as he turned to her, his gaze piercing.

"I'm sorry," she muttered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Jungkook's expression softened slightly, but there was a steely resolve in his eyes as he spoke. "You need to think about what you are doing, y/n," he said, his voice low and intense. "You can't go around acting like some sort of innocent fool."

Y/n's anger flared at his words, her defenses rising. "I wasn't," she protested, her voice tinged with frustration.

But Jungkook wasn't backing down. "Yes, you were," he growled, his tone brooking no argument. "That guy could have molested you tonight."

Her breath caught in her throat at the stark reality of his words. She swallowed hard, the fear of what could have happened still lingering in her mind. "But he didn't," she managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's frustration was palpable as he continued to glare at her. "But you were there too, and Ella—"

Y/n felt a surge of anger at his accusation, her emotions bubbling to the surface. "I can't be there every time you decide to let a man violate you, y/n," he snapped, his words cutting like a knife.

Her hand balled into a fist as she hit him in the arm, her frustration boiling over. "I didn't ask him to violate me," she retorted, her voice shaking with rage. "Why do you talk to me like some sort of dimwitted kid?"

Jungkook's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing at her defiance. "Because that is how you act," he bit out, his voice strained with emotion. "What did you expect to happen when you decided to go to a local pub with a short black dress with your chest and ass hanging out?"

"They are not hanging out," she shot back, her anger pulsing through her veins.

"Were you looking to get fucked tonight? Is that it?" Jungkook's voice was laced with bitterness, his frustration boiling over. "You didn't care who had you, just so long as you forgot your college love."

The accusation cut deep, piercing through her defenses like a dagger. "No. No," she cried out, her drunken voice trembling with anguish. "That's not true."

Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at him, her tipsy mind and her heart shattering into a million pieces at the realization of how he perceived her. "Get the fuck out of my home!" she barked, her voice quivering with raw emotion, tears cascading down her cheeks like a waterfall. But Jungkook remained rooted to the spot.

"We are going to act like mature people here" he asserted firmly, his grip tightening on her wrists as he held her arms above her head. She stared at him, her chest heaving, unable to suppress the rapid beating of her heart. His eyes bore into hers, their usually gentle brown depths now dark with fury. A nerve pulsed in his neck, betraying the intensity of his emotions. She attempted to wriggle free from his grasp, but his hold remained unyielding.

"It seems to me that there was only one thing you wanted tonight, y/n," he growled menacingly, his words cutting through the air like a blade.

"I guess I'll give you what you want, seeing as I made you leave the bar." He growled in her ear. "Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?" He grunted into her ear before grabbing her breasts in his hands.

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Jungkook's eyes burned into Y/n's as he grunted into her ear, "Do you want me to fuck you, princess?" His hands found her breasts, caressing them softly at first before squeezing harder and harder, his fingers pinching her nipples through the material of her blouse.

"Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you so hard that you can't walk straight tomorrow?" He pulled down her blouse, freeing one of her breasts, and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. She felt him nibble and tug on it, and she clutched his shoulders tightly, thinking she might faint from the intense pleasure coursing through her body.

"No answer, huh?" he taunted, pulling away and standing up straight. "I guess I'm one person you didn't want to fuck tonight."