𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter 44

My brows shot up in incredulity. He can't be serious, can he? I looked at him in disbelief, but before I could fully process his words, I found myself pinned against the wall, my eyes widened at the sudden act. 

His strong arms immobilized me, holding me still in place, while his gaze burned with a fierce intensity as he stared back at me. 

And those eyes...they clearly displayed his displeasure. 

"Jungkook, stop this," words slipped out of my lips in a low whisper, trying to find a glimmer of mercy in his gaze but it was nowhere to be seen. 

He was unforgiving as ever, and his words were like venom to my ears, "You seemed to be having a great time back there," he scoffed, his grip on my arms tightening. 

"It's not like you think-" I tried to explain myself, but he cut me off again, this time his voice dripped with sarcasm. 

"Getting you wrong? How can I get you wrong every time, y/n?" his scoff felt like a slap. 

"Everytime I get to witness a new sight before me. Sometimes it's Taehyung and sometimes it's some other man. Are you really that desperate to get more money? Am I not providing enough?" 

His words-they were suffocating and causing me so much pain. They were like thorns cutting through my skin.

Does he really think that I am this cheap? 

He leaned in, his warm breath caressing my earlobe as he whispered, “Believe me, I can give you so much more than they ever can. You just have to—”

*Thwack*

My palm connected with his skin, the sharp crack echoed through the room like a thunderclap, leaving silence in its wake and me trembling.

Tears welled up, blurring my vision as I stood there, frozen, staring at him. He looked just as shocked, his hand covering the red mark on his cheek.

“You make me feel sick,” I spat, the words tumbled out in a rush. “Do you really think everyone is just driven by money? Can't you see beyond that?”

My voice resonated through the hallway, a bitter echo of my disillusionment. With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed him away, creating distance between us.

“I thought you can't be that heartless and cold-blooded after all you helped me so many times but you know what—” I paused as I took in the sight of him. “I was wrong. You're not better than any animal. You're pathetic.” 

I turned and walked away, tears finally broke free as I escaped the toxic atmosphere. Memories of him saving me every time I was in desperate need of help flooded my mind with each and every step I took ahead as if I was conjuring a fresh wave of pain. 

I frantically wiped away the tears, but they kept coming, no matter how many times I rubbed them off. I thought….maybe, just maybe, a small part of his heart was capable of kindness, that he had saved me because he cared. 

But—no, he had proven me wrong again. I was and still am just a toy to him, a disposable plaything, a piece of trash to be used and discarded at his whim.

It hurts so much…so deeply though….it hurts so much that…

I stopped dead in my tracks, my hand grasped for the wall as if it were a lifeline. My other hand fluttered to my chest, as if trying to contain the anguish. Fresh tears streamed down my cheeks again, and this time, my cry echoed through the empty hallway, louder than I ever thought possible. 

My heart ached so intensely, it felt like I was drowning…I could hardly breathe…it was suffocating…so suffocating. 

[End of y/n’s pov]