His insatiable desire on her is risky "I thought you were my saviour," she sobbed as she stepped back, sprinting as quickly as she could to avoid being caught by him.
in class His eye continued to gaze at her as if it were trapped.
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jungkook forces you into the passenger seat of his car, the door locks clicking shut as he gets into the driver's seat. He starts the engine and peels out of the parking lot, his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. "You shouldn't have run from me,"
Tears stream down your face as Jungkook drags you out of the car and into the imposing building. He wraps an arm around your waist to support you, as your ankle is badly sprained. As the elevator doors close behind you, sealing you both in, you can't help but sob uncontrollably.
Jungkook silences your cries by pressing a hand over your mouth. The elevator reaches the top floor and the doors open to reveal a spacious, dimly lit room. Jungkook pulls you out of the elevator and onto a plush couch, his eyes roaming over your tear-streaked face.
Now, now, don't cry," Jungkook murmurs, his voice suddenly gentle. He reaches out to wipe away your tears, but you flinch away from his touch. His expression darkens briefly, but then he smiles, a chilling, predatory grin.
Jungkook pulls out a small, syringe from his pocket and holds it up to the light. "This will help calm you down," he says, his voice dripping with false sweetness. He gently pins your arm to the couch with his free hand, preparing to administer the injection. You struggle against his hold, panic setting in. What is in that syringe? And what does he plan to do with you?
Taking advantage of Jungkook's momentary distraction with the syringe, you wriggle out from under him and dart away, your eyes darting around the room for any means of escape. Jungkook curses under his breath and lunges after you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you back towards him
"You're not going anywhere," Jungkook growls, his grip tightening around your wrist as he pulls you back onto the couch. You try to struggle, but he pins you down, his chest pressed against yours, and his hot breath on your face.
"what do you want jungkook" i scream
"You know what I want," Jungkook hisses back, his eyes locked onto yours. "I want you. And I won't stop until I have you. Completely. Now, be a good girl and hold out your arm." He brandishes the syringe menacingly.
Jungkook's face contorts with anger, and he forces your arm out straight. You struggle and scream, but his weight on top of you makes it impossible to escape. "This is for your own good," he lies, as he sticks the needle into your vein and presses down on the plunger.
Darkness begins to creep into the edges of your vision as the unknown liquid enters your veins. Your limbs grow heavy, and your movements become slow and sluggish. Jungkook watches you with a cold, unemotional expression, waiting for the drug to take full effect. "There you go,"
Jungkook murmurs, his voice sounding distant and fuzzy. You feel yourself being lifted into his arms, cradled against his chest like a child. He carries you out of the room, down the hall, and into a dimly lit room that you've never seen before.
He lays you down on a large, plush bed and begins to unbutton your shirt, his touch gentle yet firm. You try to push him away, but your limbs are heavy and uncooperative. "Shh, just relax," Jungkook whispers, his breath hot against your skin.he took out the tattoo mahine
"Don't struggle, I'll make this quick," Jungkook whispers, a detached, calculating tone in his voice, the tattoo machine buzzing to life in his hand. You try to scream, but your voice is hoarse and barely audible, the effects of the unknown liquid coursing through your system.
Jungkook works efficiently, the tattoo machine humming as he etches a intricate symbol onto your skin. You feel a burning sensation, your heart racing in your chest, as the needle pierces your flesh. Tears stream down your face, but you're unable to move, trapped in a haze of weakness and fear.
Once the tattoo is complete, Jungkook sets the machine aside and examines his handiwork. He traces the symbol with a finger, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. "Perfect," he murmurs, He admire the tatto written above y/n chest "jungkook property" he wisper while touching tatoo
Jungkook leans down, pressing his lips to the tattoo, his touch gentle yet possessive. "You're mine now," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "No one else can have you. Not ever." He looks up, his eyes meeting yours, cold and unyielding.
Jungkook reaches for a pen and the leather-bound book, flipping through the pages until he finds a blank one. He picks up the pen and writes something in the book, his hand steady and precise. As he finishes, he closes the book and sets it aside, his gaze never leaving yours.
Jungkook lay beside you and lick the area where he made tatto "must be burning" i said to himself his cold hand roam on tatto He chuckles softly, his hand tracing the intricate design on your skin. "It's not just a tattoo, y/n. It's a mark of ownership, a symbol of your submission to me." His fingers press against the tattoo, making you gasp in pain.
