Jungkook grabs your hair,throws you on the bed , and glares at you.You shiver in fear.He is not in his senses but you are afraid what he might do next.
Y/n:Aghhh, what are you------
*before she could complete her words , he slapped her on right cheek making her flinch*
Jungkook:Mia was right , YOU ARE A WITCH ,WHY HUH WHY ?? I THOUGHT YOU ARE INNOCENT AND HERE WHAT YOU DID ?? YOU MAKE MY MIA FEEL HUMILIATED?? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?? WHY YOU TOLD MY DAD I WENT TO MEET MIA ?
*he pulled her hair aggressively and slapped her again*
Y/N: (looking up, her brow furrowed) Jungkook, I swear to you, I didn't tell your father anything.
Jungkook: SHUT UP Y/N , MIA WOULD NEVER LIE TO ME
*he slapped her again*
Y/N: (shaking her head vehemently) No, Jungkook. That's not true. I never spoke to your father. I wouldn't do that without your permission.
Jungkook stands in the center of the room, his expression stormy and fists clenched at his sides. Y/N is backed against the wall, tears streaming down her face, her hands raised defensively.
Jungkook: You have to pay for this!
He reaches for his belt, the leather strap glinting in the low light.
Y/N: No, please don't! I swear I didn't do anything! She's lying!
Y/N's voice trembles with fear and desperation as she pleads for mercy.
*he started hitting her without showing any mercy, the large house is eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of inconsolable crying that echoes through the halls. Each room bears witness to the sorrow that permeates the air, yet no one dares to intrude on the private anguish.After he was done hitting her , Y/N sits on the edge of the bed, her face buried in her hands as she weeps uncontrollably.*
Y/N: (muffled, choked with emotion) Please... please believe me, Jungkook
The Jeon mansion exudes an air of tranquility as Mr. Jeon, Jungkook's father, arrives at his son's house. His footsteps echo faintly in the spacious foyer as he's greeted by the attentive household staff.
Servant: (bows respectfully) Welcome , Mr. Jeon. How was your day?
Mr. Jeon: (nodding, but with a furrowed brow) Thank you. It was... eventful. Is Jungkook home yet?
Servant: (hesitating slightly) No, sir. Master Jungkook hasn't returned.
Mr. Jeon: (frowning) And Y/N?
Servant: (afraid)She hasn't left her room since this morning, sir.
Mr. Jeon's concern deepens at the news about Y/N. Without delay, he requests to see Jungkook's residence. He strides purposefully towards Y/N's room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. He pauses briefly outside the closed door, hesitating for a moment before knocking gently.
Mr. Jeon: Y/N daughter? It's Mr. Jeon. Are you alright in there?
There's no response. Growing more anxious, Mr. Jeon tries the door handle and finds it unlocked. He pushes the door open slowly, revealing the dimly lit room. Y/N lies motionless on the bed, pale and unresponsive, her breathing shallow.
Mr. Jeon: (alarmed) Y/N! Can you hear me?
He rushes to her side, his heart pounding with fear. He gently shakes her shoulders, but she remains unconscious. Panicking, Mr. Jeon immediately dials emergency services on his phone.
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FanfictionForced by his father's ultimatum, Jeon Jungkook, Asia's mafia leader, enters into a loveless marriage, a union dictated not by his heart but by familial obligation Caught in a tangled web of obligation and deception, Jeon Jungkook, Asia's mafia tita...
