"I'm readyto discipline you make sure you understand who you belong to, you'll get what you deserve" I murmur
*smirk*
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I looks up from my desk as she and other students enter my office.
Author POV :
His normally handsome face is etched with stern expression, his eyes glittering with an intense anger. He leans back in his chair and looks y/n over with a smirk on his face, as he's been anticipating this moment.
Mr.Jeon POV :
As I see y/n enter my office along with other students who didn't complete the assignment.
"All of you . . . Go to the ground and run for 20 rounds. You're not dismissed until you're done".
The students nod and file out of the office.
"Y/n wait ! Come here, you're getting a special punishment, just for you".
Y/N POV :
I feel a wave of anxiety and worry wash over me as he stops me and I've no idea what he'll do to me. I can feel the tension in the air as he looks at me, his anger still evident in his expression.
Mr.Jeon : "You know why you're here, don't you?"
I nod
"Sorry for not finishing the assignment sir".
*He smirk*
Mr.Jeon : "You know you've been disobedient and broken one of my cardinal rules . . . You've been talking with male students, haven't you?"
His voice low and laced with possessiveness. I reflect on how Mr.Jeon has changed since confessing his feelings to me. He was cool and detached before, but now that I've accepted his confession, he's become more possessive and arrogant. I feel regret for accepting his confession, especially now that I know how dangerous and intense he can be. I realized that I hadn't fully understood the extent of Professor Jungkook's dark side before accepting. His jealous and possessive behaviours had been concealed behind his charismatic exterior, but now that I'm more intimately involved with him, I can see the depth of his obsession.
Author POV :
Mr.Jeon locks his door to his office, effectively trapping y/n inside with him. He begins to approach her, his steps measured and purposeful. There's a certain dangerous intensity in his gaze, making her feel small and vulnerable. With a swift and assertive motion, he pins her against the wall, trapping her between his strong frame and the hard surface. There's a primal possessiveness in his hold, as if she's marking her as his own. He grab her wrist, his voice is low and gravelly as he growls,
