The day had begun perfectly. Jungkook had taken Lisa to the park, as promised, and they had spent the morning strolling around hand-in-hand. Lisa had been nothing but smiles, her wide eyes sparkling with childlike wonder as she took in the sights. For a moment, Jungkook had felt an unfamiliar sense of contentment watching her enjoy herself, knowing that she was happy because of him.
Lunch had gone smoothly as well. They had sat outside at a small café, and Lisa had spent the entire time talking about Daisy, about how happy she was to be outside, how much she loved being with him. Jungkook had relished her attention, his possessive nature kept at bay by her affection. He had even allowed himself to smile a little, finding amusement in her innocent excitement over the simplest things.
But that peace was shattered in an instant.
It happened when Jungkook left Lisa at the table to pay the bill. He had only been gone for a few minutes, but when he turned back to where Lisa sat, his blood ran cold.
A man, tall and unfamiliar, was standing beside her, leaning down to talk to her. Jungkook’s vision narrowed in on the way the man smiled at Lisa, how his hand casually rested on the back of her chair as he spoke to her.
And then, to his horror, Lisa nodded. She was smiling back, her wide, innocent eyes looking up at the man as if she had no idea what she was agreeing to. Jungkook’s pulse pounded in his ears, and a murderous rage surged through him.
The man said something again, and before Jungkook could stop it, Lisa reached for a piece of paper and started writing something down—her number.
Jungkook’s vision went red.
In an instant, he stormed across the café, his footsteps heavy and fast. By the time he reached the man, the guy was laughing, oblivious to the storm that was about to hit him.
Without a word, Jungkook grabbed the man by the collar and yanked him back from Lisa with brutal force. The man barely had time to react before Jungkook’s fist collided with his jaw, the impact so hard that a sickening crack echoed through the air. The man staggered back, but Jungkook wasn’t finished.
“Who the hell do you think you are?!” Jungkook roared, his voice thunderous as he punched the man again, this time landing a blow square on the side of his face. Blood splattered onto the pavement as the man crumpled to the ground, groaning in pain.
Jungkook didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His fury was all-consuming, his possessiveness exploding into violence. Fist after fist, he struck the man, his knuckles splitting from the force, but the pain only fueled his rage. How dare someone else talk to Lisa? How dare this man even think of taking her from him?
In the background, Jungkook could hear people gasping, could see the crowd gathering, but none of it mattered. All he could think about was the sickening idea of Lisa being with someone else.
“Jungkook, stop!” Lisa’s voice cut through the chaos like a desperate plea. She had stumbled to her feet, her wide eyes filled with horror as she watched Jungkook beat the man to a pulp. “Please, Kookie, stop! You’re hurting him!”
Her voice was trembling, tears streaming down her face, but it wasn’t enough to break through Jungkook’s rage. He was too far gone. It wasn’t until Lisa tried to move closer to him, her hand reaching out in fear, that Jungkook finally paused, his chest heaving.
When he turned to look at her, the expression on her face broke something inside him.
Lisa was scared. Of him.
She took a step back, her lips quivering as she shook her head. “Kookie…” she whispered, her voice barely audible through her sobs. “You’re scaring me.”
The way she looked at him—it wasn’t with the adoration he was used to. It was terror, pure and raw, and in that moment, Jungkook felt his possessiveness shift into something even darker. He had to make sure she wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t even think about running from him.
And then, she did exactly what he feared—she turned and started to run.
“No,” Jungkook growled, his voice low and menacing. “You’re not going anywhere.”
In two quick strides, he reached her, his hand wrapping around her wrist with a bruising grip. Lisa let out a small cry of pain, but before she could even protest, Jungkook yanked her back toward him, lifting her effortlessly and throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Kookie, no!” Lisa cried, her small fists beating against his back as she kicked and struggled, but her strength was no match for his. “Let me go! Please! You’re scaring me!”
Jungkook didn’t respond. His eyes were cold, his jaw set in a hard line as he carried her toward the car. Her cries, her tears, all of it only fueled his anger. She couldn’t leave him. He wouldn’t allow it.
“Stop crying,” he muttered darkly as he reached the car, but Lisa didn’t stop. She was sobbing uncontrollably now, her Small body trembling with fear as she begged him to let her go.
Jungkook felt something snap inside him.
Without a word, he shifted her in his arms, his hand finding the sensitive nerve near her neck. With a swift, precise punch, Lisa let out a gasp before her body went limp in his arms, her sobs silenced as unconsciousness overtook her.
Jungkook exhaled, his chest still heaving from the adrenaline as he carefully placed her in the passenger seat. She looked so small, so fragile, and for a moment, guilt flickered in the back of his mind. But he quickly shoved it aside, slamming the door shut before climbing into the driver's seat.
He gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white as he sped down the road, fury still coursing through his veins. His mind raced, his thoughts a dark whirlpool of anger and possessiveness.
She was his. No one else had the right to talk to her, to even look at her. And he would make sure she understood that, no matter what.
As the car sped toward home, Jungkook's eyes flicked to Lisa's unconscious form beside him. Even in her sleep, her face stained with tears, she was his perfect doll.
And no one-no one-would ever take her from him.
CONTINUE...
