Hello......
This is my first ever ff, English is not my native language at all so if you find any kind of grammatical or spelling mistake then avoid it.
This story contains.
* manipulation.
* male dominance.
* violence.
* sexual assault 🔞
* trigger...
Summoning all her courage, she slowly turns around to face the unknown. The tension mounts as she anticipates what she might see. Her heart drops when her eyes adjust to the dark and she makes out the outline of a black shadow sitting on the couch. The shadow's posture is unnervingly calm and deliberate, as if it has been waiting for her arrival. The sight of the shadow, ominous and still, overwhelms her with terror, solidifying her worst fears.
Her mind raced, overwhelmed by confusion and fear.
Desperately needing light, y/n recalled her hand bag, which she had thrown onto the bed earlier. With shaking hands, she groped through the darkness, searching for her hand bag. When she finally found it, hurriedly pulled out her phone, she fumbled to turn on the flashlight. But before she could even get a clear view, the shadowy figure had vanished.
Panic set in as she scanned the room, her eyes darting from one shadow to the next, trying to find any trace of the intruder. The empty chair stared back at her, its presence now almost mocking.
Just as she was about to turn away from the chair in sheer bewilderment, she felt a cold, strong grip around her waist. Her heart raced as she was pulled backward, her back pressing against a solid, unyielding form. The man's presence was unmistakable, his arms wrapping around her in a firm, suffocating embrace.
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The man's closeness was spreading a fragrance which filled her breath, reminding her of the man from party.
Y/n's breath hitched in her throat, paralyzed between fear and confusion, as she was held in the darkness, unable to see or escape. The room seemed to close in on her, the weight of the man's presence a chilling reminder of the fear she had tried so hard to escape.
Y/n: HELP..... HELP.... SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME.... someone broke into my room.
She screams but no one comes to help her, then something clicks her mind there is no one in the entire house except her and the unknown man.
Tear weld up in her eyes, threatening to leave its territory.
She struggled to free herself, shrugging his enormously strong grip on her waist.
Jungkook: Shhuuuuu........ relax babygirl!.
Jungkook whispers in her ear, his voice deep husky, his hot breath fanning her ear, making her feel sensitive.
But suddenly the reality hits her hard, the voice, she knows, she knows to whom the voice belongs to.
Y/n: jungkook......
She whispered her voice barely audible, But the whisper under her breath was enough for jungkook to understand what she was saying.
Jungkook: hummmm..... You can continue what you were doing or can I help you?....
As the words left his mouth her brows narrowed in confusion but the reminder of her earlier action stricked her mind.
A sob escaped her lips as she tried to wriggle free, but his grip was unyielding, holding her in place with a terrifying strength. Y/n's breaths became ragged as she struggled, but the Jungkook's embrace only tightened, leaving her helpless in the darkened room.
