"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...
Warning ⚠️ this chapter contains abuse and assault. Proceed with caution
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Jungkook tipped back the glass of vodka, the fiery liquid burning down his throat as he gulped it in one go. A deep gasp escaped his lips as the alcohol hit his system, momentarily numbing the chaos that brewed inside him. His eyes, bloodshot and unfocused, lazily scanned the dimly lit club, barely registering the girls performing on stage. Their scantily clad bodies moved rhythmically to the song, but to him, it was all a blur-a meaningless distraction.
He poured another glass, the liquid sloshing slightly as his hand shook, and his gaze locked onto one of the dancers. Her hips swayed seductively, her outfit leaving little to the imagination, but all Jungkook could see was you. His mind played cruel tricks, replacing the dancer's face with yours, imagining you in that dress, dancing just for him, teasing him with every movement.
"Y/n.....Y/n why you gotta be so difficult," Jungkook muttered under his breath, his grip tightening around the glass. His knuckles turned white as frustration and alcohol-fueled anger surged through him. The room seemed to spin, the pulsating lights blurring as his thoughts fixated on you. You, who occupied his mind day and night, who eluded him despite all his attempts to claim you. His mind was a storm of conflicting emotions-desire, rage, obsession-and the alcohol only intensified it all. He couldn't stand the thought of you being out of his reach, out of his control. The more he thought about it, the more the anger boiled within him until it finally erupted.
"Just be mine!" Jungkook screamed, his voice cutting through the loud music and chatter. The glass in his hand shattered as he hurled it against the floor, the sound echoing through the club. The sudden outburst brought the entire room to a standstill. Conversations halted mid-sentence, and all eyes turned toward him. The performers froze on stage, their once confident expressions replaced with fear and uncertainty as they looked at the man responsible for the commotion.
"Who the heck is that-" a man nearby started to yell. But before he could finish his sentence, Jungkook was on him. With lightning speed, Jungkook grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him off the ground with a terrifying strength. The man's eyes widened in shock and fear as Jungkook slammed his head into a nearby table, the impact shattering a beer glass into sharp shards that embedded themselves into the man's face. Blood spurted from the wounds, mingling with the spilled beer, as the man let out a guttural scream of agony.
The entire club gasped collectively, horror etched on every face as they realized who they were dealing with. "That's Commander Jeon," someone whispered, the words spreading like wildfire among the crowd. The fear in the room was palpable, and no one dared move a muscle, let alone step forward to help the bleeding man. Jungkook stood over his victim, eyes blazing with fury, his breath ragged and heavy. The once confident and cocky expression on the man's face had been replaced with pure terror as he writhed in pain, his hands desperately trying to stop the flow of blood from his lacerated face.
