"I can't," Yn whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. The weight of Jungkook's expectations was crushing her, the fear of his wrath all too real. But she knew that giving in would only embolden his control over her.
Jungkook's grip on her tightened. "What did you say?" he growled, his voice a stark contrast to the gentle stroking of her cheek.
"I.....I can't," Yn managed to repeat, her voice barely audible. She could feel the rage building within Jungkook's body, his muscles tensing under her touch.
"Can't or won't?" Jungkook's voice was a low snarl, his eyes piercing into hers. The control he had over her was absolute, and she knew the price of disobedience.
"I...I can't," Yn whispered, her voice shaking with the effort to maintain the facade. "Not like this."
Jungkook's eyes searched hers, the anger in them flickering with a hint of something else, something almost like confusion. But then his expression hardened, and the hand that had been stroking her face now squeezed her cheek painfully. "You will do as I say," he hissed, his voice a mix of desire and rage. "You are mine."
Yn's eyes watered, but she didn't look away. "I know," she murmured, her voice trembling. "But please forgive me. I'm still...new to all of this." Jungkook's grip on her cheek lessened slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her.
"You're a quick learner," he said, his tone a mix of contemplation and frustration. "But I expect you to get it right."
Yn nodded, swiping at the tears that had begun to spill over onto her cheeks. "I'll try," she whispered. Jungkook's hand dropped from her cheek to her neck, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw before sliding down to her collarbone.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. "Now, show me how much you want me."
"Not now," Yn managed to croak out, her voice strained with the effort of maintaining the lie. "I need some time." Jungkook's expression grew stormy, his eyes darkening.
"You're mine," he repeated, his voice a low growl. "You don't get to decide when you're ready." But there was a hint of something in his tone, a flicker of doubt or perhaps a moment of hesitation.
Yn took a deep, shaky breath. "I know," she said, her voice trembling. "But please, Jungkook. Give me some time to...adjust."
Jungkook's hand stilled on her collarbone, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit. "How much time?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Yn's mind raced. "I...I don't know," she replied, her voice shaking. "But I promise, I'll make it up to you."
Jungkook's hand slid down her body, his thumb grazing her nipple through the fabric of her dress. "You will," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But for now, we wait."
The tension in the room was palpable, the air charged with the unspoken understanding that this was a temporary reprieve. Yn didn't dare move, her heart hammering in her chest as she waited for Jungkook's next move.
He studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he leaned back, releasing his grip on her. "Fine," he said, his voice tight. "We'll wait."
Yn felt a rush of relief so profound it was almost painful. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice still shaking. Jungkook didn't respond, his eyes on the ceiling.
