I sat on the bench, my head buried in my hands, overwhelmed by my predicament. I was lost, cold, and afraid. "Where should I go now?" I mumbled, tears stinging my eyes.
Before I could collect my thoughts, a familiar, chilling voice broke through the silence, freezing me in place.
"You're coming home with me..."
I gasped and stood up, spinning around to see him. "Jun-Jungkook..." I stammered, my heart racing as his serious gaze locked onto me.
"N-No. I won't go with you," I said stubbornly, trying to muster any courage I had left. He took a step closer, his expression unyielding but his voice slightly softer. "Don't make it hard on yourself, Y/N. Just come home with me."
I stepped back as he approached, realizing there was no escape. The darkness closed in around us, and the empty streets offered no refuge. "I...I won't go with you," I repeated, my voice trembling.
Jungkook continued to close the distance between us, his presence overwhelming. "Yes, you will. Stop being stubborn. You're coming with me, whether you like it or not."
"No," I insisted, my voice shaky. "You forced me into this marriage. I won't go with you."
His expression hardened, and he stopped in his tracks, his tone turning darker. "You're my wife, whether you like it or not. I'm not asking you—I'm telling you. You will come with me, and that's final."
"N-No. I won't go with you. You can't force me," I said, my fear becoming more evident as I stepped back.
His patience was wearing thin, his eyes narrowing as he watched me. "Stop being so damn stubborn. I am not asking—I'm telling you. You're coming with me, whether you like it or not. Don't make me force you."
I trembled as I backed away, knowing I had pushed him too far. The thought of his dominance scared me even more. "Jungkook...you can't force me. I'll go to my dad," I said, desperation in my voice.
Jungkook's expression turned cold. "You think your dad is going to stop me? He's the one who agreed to this marriage in the first place. He won't stop me from taking you back home."
I stumbled over a rock and fell to the ground, my breath catching in my throat. Jungkook saw me fall, and for a brief moment, concern flickered in his eyes before his expression hardened again. He walked over to me and knelt beside me.
I tried to move away, my fear palpable. But Jungkook didn't let me get far. He reached out and gently grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him. His grip was firm, but not painful, and he studied my face intently, noting the fear that still lingered in my eyes.
I winced as his grip tightened slightly, and I pleaded, "Jungkook, let me go."
He noticed how cold my body had become, realizing I had been out here for too long. His frown deepened as he loosened his grip just enough to ease the pain. "Stop trying to pull away," he said, his voice low and commanding. "You're not going anywhere."
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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From Darkness to Light: A Mafia Love Story
Random"Y/N, a 20-year-old with a fragile heart, never imagined her life would take such a dark turn. Forced into a marriage with Jeon Jungkook, the most feared mafia boss in the underworld, her life spirals into a nightmare. Jungkook treats her like a mer...