"Please sir I beg you, don't hit my husband" You clasped your hands and kneeled before the male who is whipping your husband without showing any mercy to the poor soul.
The pitiful screams of your husband echo through the village as none of the civ...
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Jungkook stormed into the room, the door slamming against the wall with a resounding thud. His eyes darted around the space, quickly locking onto Miyeon, who was standing by the window with a soft smile. For a brief moment, there was a flicker of something unidentifiable in her eyes-perhaps surprise, or maybe even joy at seeing him. But whatever it was, it was quickly extinguished by the fury radiating from Jungkook.
"Jun-" Before she could utter a word of greeting, he lunged forward, grabbing her by the neck with a grip so tight it made her gasp. He shoved her against the wall with a force that knocked the breath out of her, her head hitting the surface with a sickening thud.
Miyeon struggled to breathe, her hands clawing desperately at his as she tried to pry his fingers away from her throat. Panic surged through her as she realized the severity of the situation; Jungkook's face was a mask of pure rage, his eyes dark and unyielding.
"You bitch! Why did you have to engage in those bitchy talks with Yona? Have you lost your mind?" he shouted, his voice booming with a fury that sent chills down her spine. He tightened his grip, squeezing her windpipe harder, causing her vision to blur and her strength to wane.
"L-l-let g-go," she croaked out, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes were wide with fear and pain, and her body began to sag as her air supply dwindled. She tapped weakly on his hands, her legs barely holding her up. Just when it seemed she couldn't hold on any longer, Jungkook abruptly released his hold.
Miyeon collapsed to the floor, gasping loudly as she clutched her throat, desperately sucking in air. She coughed violently, her chest heaving with each painful breath, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to recover from the assault. Her head throbbed where it had hit the wall, and she whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the physical and emotional agony.
"Tell me, wench! Why did you talk with Yona?" he demanded, his voice cold and menacing. He loomed over her like a predator, his gaze piercing and unforgiving. But Miyeon, still struggling to catch her breath, remained silent. She rubbed her sore neck, her mind racing to make sense of the situation.
"Answer me, wench!" Jungkook's voice rose to a furious shout, his patience wearing thin.
Miyeon stood with defiant eyes, glaring at Jungkook with a mixture of rage and desperation.
"I was about to be killed!!" The words came out like a visceral cry, echoing her disbelief and pain. Her body trembled, not from fear but from the overwhelming surge of emotions coursing through her. She stepped back, instinctively distancing herself from Jungkook as if trying to protect her.
Jungkook's expression darkened at her outburst, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"Stop shouting, bitc-" he began, his voice low and threatening. But Miyeon cut him off, moving further away, her eyes blazing with a ferocity that surprised even herself.
