Muffled Groans 🔞

Part:6

Jungkook grabbed Mia by her wrist and pulled her towards him, his eyes boring into hers. They were so close that they could hear each other's heartbeats. The air between them crackled with tension.

Jungkook's voice was low and fierce as he spoke. "I won't let you go, Mia. If you even think about leaving, the consequences will be worse than you can imagine."

Mia's eyes blazed with jealousy and fury. "I can give birth to your child too, Jungkook," she spat. "So what's the need to keep her here? Throw her and that brat out of this house."

The moment Mia mentioned throwing out his child, Jungkook's expression darkened. His grip on her wrist tightened painfully, making her wince.

"Choose your words wisely, Mia," he growled, his voice dangerously low. "Speak ill of my child again, and the consequences will be terrible for you."

Mia's eyes widened in shock at the transformation in his demeanor. She had never seen him this way before.

Fear and uncertainty flickered across her face as she realized she had crossed a line. She struggled to pull her wrist free from his iron grip, but he held firm for a moment longer.

"No matter who gives birth to my child, whether it's you or Y/N," Jungkook continued, his voice cold and unyielding, "that child will be mine. I won't tolerate a single word against him or her."

Finally, he released her wrist, which was now red and swollen from his hard grip. Without sparing her another glance, Jungkook turned and walked out, leaving Mia standing there, her emotions a whirlwind of anger, jealousy, and confusion.

She cradled her aching wrist, the realization of Jungkook's fierce protectiveness over his child sinking in, making her feel more alone than ever.

Mia clenched her jaws so tightly it hurt, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface. She began pacing the room, her footsteps echoing off the walls.

Her mind raced with thoughts of Jungkook and the way he had treated her, all because of Y/N. The more she thought about it, the more her anger grew, fueling a fierce determination within her.

"Jungkook did this to me, just for that Y/N," she murmured under her breath, her voice trembling with rage. "I won't let her get away with this. I’ll plan every single thing against her. She won't see what's coming."

Her pacing became more erratic, her thoughts spiraling out of control. She could feel the heat of her anger radiating from her body, a physical manifestation of her inner turmoil. Her fists clenched at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she struggled to control her emotions.

The room seemed to close in on her, the air thick and stifling. Needing to cool down and gather her thoughts, Mia stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. The sudden silence was almost deafening, but it gave her a moment to breathe, to think.

She turned on the tap, letting cold water fill the sink. Splashing her face, she felt a brief moment of relief as the icy water shocked her system. But the anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and determination.

Taking a deep breath, she started planning. She would need to be careful, precise. One wrong move, and everything could fall apart. She needed to find Y/N's weaknesses, to exploit them without getting caught. Mia’s mind raced as she thought about all the possible ways she could sabotage Y/N.

She would start small, planting seeds of doubt and mistrust. Maybe a few whispered rumors, a misplaced item, something that would make Y/N look bad in front of Jungkook. And then, as Y/N began to unravel, she would escalate. More drastic measures, designed to push her over the edge.