"You monster!" she yelled, her voice trembling with rage and desperation. "What did you do to my father?"
Taehyung gripped her shoulders and pressed her against the couch, hovering above her. Y/N struggled, cursing him for her father's condition.
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Jimin pulled Y/N even closer, his arms enveloping her as he buried his face into her neck. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, his breath warm against her skin. Soft, wet kisses trailed along her neck, sending an unsettling shiver down her spine. Her skin crawled with unease, tears streaming silently down her face as he murmured about how much he loved her scent, his voice a twisted mix of affection and obsession.
Jimin pulled back slightly, his eyes boring into hers with a hunger that made her shiver. The desire and lust in his gaze were unmistakable, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. He released her, stepping away momentarily, only to return with a box in his hands.
"Here," he said, handing it to her with an intense look. "Open it."
Y/N hesitated, her hands trembling as she took the box. Fear and confusion clouded her mind as she slowly lifted the lid, revealing a stunning dress inside. The dress was a deep, sultry red, the color of ripe cherries or fresh blood. It was a one-shoulder design, the single strap elegantly arching over the shoulder to hold up the fitted bodice. The fabric was soft and silky, clinging to the curves of the body, and the hemline was short, ending just above the knees, leaving little to the imagination. The dress shimmered subtly in the candlelight, the deep red fabric almost seeming to pulse with life.
Jimin watched her closely, his gaze burning with intensity. "Put it on," he instructed, his voice carrying a note of command that brooked no refusal.
Y/N shuddered, the idea of wearing the dress for him filling her with dread. "Jimin, I...I can't," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers, an intimate and demanding look etched on his features. "You can, and you will," he said softly, yet firmly. The unyielding authority in his voice left her with no choice.
With trembling hands, she took the dress from the box and turned away, the weight of his gaze heavy on her back. She knew she couldn't refuse, not without risking his wrath. As she changed into the dress, her heart pounded wildly, each beat a reminder of the perilous situation she was in.
Once she had the dress on, Y/N stood before Jimin, the deep red dress clinging to her like a second skin. The single strap caressed her shoulder, leaving the other bare, accentuating the graceful line of her collarbone. The silky fabric hugged her curves, the rich color complementing her skin tone, making her look both alluring and vulnerable. The dress ended daringly above her knees, revealing the long, elegant lines of her legs, shimmering slightly in the candlelight with each hesitant movement.
