Mafia's Love✔️

26

My breath caught in my throat as I noticed the dark silhouette outlined against the door. The quiet thud of fists pounding against the wood echoed through the room. Namjoon, his grip firm and unyielding on my trembling hands, seemed to sense my escalating fear. His eyes were locked on mine, a mix of determination and something darker, as if he was trying to anchor me to reality.

“Your little brother is here.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but it carried a tremor of panic. Namjoon’s gaze shifted momentarily to the door, then back to me. His expression remained composed, but there was a dangerous edge to his demeanor.

“Answer him, like you should,” Namjoon instructed, his voice carrying an authoritative tone. Despite his attempt to calm me, the tension in his grip made my hands shiver uncontrollably. I could barely bring myself to move.

The knocking grew louder, more frantic. “Open the door! Y/N, is Hyung with you? What did you do to him?” Jungkook’s voice, filled with desperation and concern, reverberated through the room. Each rapid thud of his fists on the door seemed to echo the urgency of his pleas.

Namjoon’s eyes widened slightly at the sound, a flicker of shock crossing his face. “Jungkook, you should leave,” he said in a low, dangerous tone. His voice was cold and final, and the chill in his words was palpable. Jungkook’s reaction was immediate; his eyes went wide with a mix of confusion and fear as he processed the gravity of the situation.

“Hyung, what did she do to you?” Jungkook’s voice cracked with panic, his hands still pressed against the door, knuckles white from the force. His distress was evident, a stark contrast to Namjoon’s unnervingly calm demeanor.

Namjoon’s lips curled into a smirk, a cold and unsettling expression that sent shivers down my spine. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. The sudden intimacy of his gesture made my pulse race. He bit down gently on my earlobe, a gesture that was both possessive and menacing. The mix of fear and confusion in Jungkook’s voice contrasted sharply with Namjoon’s calculated calmness, making the situation feel even more surreal and threatening.

His grip on me tightened, and he glanced back at the door with a smirk that never faltered. The once-familiar sound of Jungkook’s pleas became a haunting reminder of the choices and consequences that had led us to this moment.

“Oh, how I wish you actually did something to me,” Namjoon said with a twisted amusement, his voice barely audible as it brushed against my ear. His face nestled into my neck, and I could feel his lips pecking at the bruised areas marked by his previous aggression. The sensation was both unsettling and strangely intimate, a dark contrast to his feigned casualness.

“It’s nothing, Jungkook. I’m absolutely fine.” He tried to assure him, though his voice wavered. “We’re just talking things out, about you.” As I spoke, Namjoon’s left hand moved possessively over my stomach, his fingers pressing firmly, reminding me of his control over the situation.

“If he doesn’t leave now,” Namjoon continued, his tone taking on a menacing edge. “I might actually say everything I’m not supposed to let him hear with you.” His words were a threat, a subtle warning that added an extra layer of pressure to the already tense atmosphere. My breath hitched at his audacious statement, and I glared at him, trying to mask my fear.

“You wouldn’t,” I said defiantly, though my voice trembled slightly.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He shook his head slowly, the expression on his face one of dark amusement. “Try me, sweetheart.” His challenge was both infuriating and oddly thrilling, a perverse game that he seemed to relish.