Muffled Groans 🔞

PART:7⚠️

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This scene contains depictions of emotional and physical abuse. Please proceed with caution, and be mindful of your own well-being as you read. If you find this content distressing, it may be best to skip this section.||

Y/N’s room is softly lit, a quiet sanctuary amid a home full of unspoken tension. The night is still, with a soft breeze fluttering the curtains, contrasting with the storm brewing inside Jungkook.

The only sound is the muffled ticking of a clock, marking each second of a fraught moment.

His footsteps are heavy as he approaches the door to Y/N’s room. His heart pounds in his chest, matching the rhythm of his rising anger.

He lifts his hand, hesitating for a fraction of a second before knocking. The force of his knock echoes his turbulent emotions.

His face, usually calm and composed, is now flushed with anger, his eyes darkened with fury. But amidst the storm, he holds onto the one thread that keeps him grounded—his child.

Y/N: “Jungkook, what happened?”

Startled by the knock, she quickly moves to open the door, sensing something is off. Her eyes widen when she sees Jungkook’s expression.

She’s never seen him like this, his fury palpable, filling the room like a thick fog. She swallows nervously, her voice shaky as she speaks.

Without a word, he steps inside, his movements deliberate, almost predatory. He closes the door behind him with a soft click that feels deafening in the silence.

He doesn’t stop to answer her question, his eyes locked onto hers as he begins to move forward, slowly, methodically.

Each step he takes causes her to instinctively step back, fear creeping into her heart. His voice is low, controlled, but the underlying anger is unmistakable.

Jungkook:“Do you know Alex?”

Y/N: “Who’s Alex?”

She’s backed against the wall now, Jungkook’s presence overwhelming. Her heart races, not understanding where this is coming from.

Her mind scrambles, trying to recall the name he mentioned, but it’s blank. Her confusion is genuine as she stammers out her response

Jungkook: “The one who’s claiming to be your ex-boyfriend. He’s downstairs right now, saying things I never wanted to hear. Do you know him?”

His jaw tightens at her response, a flicker of doubt in his eyes, but the anger doesn’t dissipate. He’s desperate for the truth, for clarity in the chaos that’s suddenly engulfed him.

He takes a deep breath, reminding himself to stay in control, for the sake of her and their unborn child. His voice is rough, but he tries to keep it steady.

Y/N: “I don’t even know his name, Jungkook. How could he be my ex? I swear, I have no idea who he is.”

Her eyes widen in shock, genuine disbelief etched across her face. She shakes her head fervently, her voice pleading, trying to convey the truth to him.

He searches her eyes, looking for any sign of deceit, but all he finds is sincerity. The tightness in his chest eases slightly, but the anger is still simmering just beneath the surface.

He clenches his jaw, still not fully convinced, still needing proof. His voice is firm, brokering no argument

Jungkook:. “Show me your phone.”