Clash Of Hearts | Jungkook ✔️

4."The Quiet Evolution"

A Week Later

Ena continued attending university while Jungkook went to the office. Throughout the week, they had minor arguments but nothing significant. Every day, they bickered like siblings before falling asleep. Mornings started with breakfast, and then they left for their respective places. Evenings were filled with dinner, more arguments, and sleep.

Jungkook's POV

It was the weekend, and I was relaxing on the balcony while Ena was freshening up. The bathroom door suddenly burst open, and what I saw left me dumbfounded.

She stood there, wrapped in nothing but a towel. It wasn't like I hadn't seen women like this before, nor was I a virgin. But it was the first time seeing her showing this much skin.

My gaze lingered on her, and...

From the crown of her head to the tips of her toes, she was a vision of grace. Her hair cascaded like a silken, dark stream, a beautiful vision, like a dream. Her eyes, twin stars in a moonlit sky, held depths and wonders that never ran dry. Her cheeks, a blush of rose's bloom, lit up the room, dispelling all gloom. Her collarbone, sculpted and elegant, was a work of art that captured the heart. Her neck was a graceful, slender line, like the finest porcelain. Her curves were a symphony of divine design, each contour and angle perfectly aligned. Her legs, long and elegant, were a dancer's delight. Her skin was a canvas of milky white, soft as moonbeams in the night. Each feature was a verse in nature's song. So utterly divine.

I trailed my eyes from her head to toe, gawking at her like a hawk.

Suddenly, her scream shattered my thoughts, pulling me from my trance. Our gazes finally met.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she spat, unaware that I had been here since waking up.

"It's my room and my house, so I can stay wherever I want... and so you are... MINE," I smirked.

She remained dumbfounded, then dashed towards the walk-in closet, muttering curses. I wondered if she was cursing me or someone else.

After a while, she emerged in her casual wear and stood in front of me while I took another drag of the toxic smoke, letting it fill my lungs.

"Jeon Jungkook!" she called out, her tone more of a warning than anything else. I smirked and met her gaze.

"I'll kill you if you ever remain in this room unannounced. I'll poke your eyes out of their sockets," she threatened, leaving me in shock.

The audacity of her to threaten me. Just because I've been silent all these days doesn't mean I've forgotten what she did. My silence is only for the sake of my father; if he ever wakes from his coma, he'd be disappointed in how I've treated her. But it seems like she deserves every bit of pain and wrath I can give. Does she think she has the upper hand here?

As she turned to leave, I grabbed her wrist and slammed her against the balcony door. She gasped and whimpered in pain. Yes, that's what I want to give her-silent pain that excites me.

"Don't you dare raise your ugly voice at me. I'm warning you," I spat at her.

"Leave me. My back is hurting, Jungkook," she whimpered.

"That's exactly what I intend to do-give you more and more pain. It's what you deserve." I pressed my body closer to hers. She gasped, closed her eyes, and tried to push me away. "Get lost, Jeon," she pleaded, but I didn't budge.

"It's my right to have a moment with my wife, isn't it?" I smirked. She glared at me. I closed the distance between us, my breath fanning her lips.

"Get lost, Jeon. Your mouth stinks!" she yelled.