𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

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The night air chill was almost suffocating as Y/N stood beside Jungkook, the silence between them palpable and heavy with unspoken tension. The warehouse scene played in her brain, a broken record: Jungkook's ruthless strike, the blood, the silent compliance of the men. This was his world-violence was power, and power was absolute. And now, so was hers.

Jungkook didn't utter a word while driving away from the warehouse, with the dim glow of the city lights reflected in his eyes. He was calm, too calm like nothing from what had just happened mattered in the least to him. Y/N turned to him, and her heart hammered in her chest to the extent she'd fallen so deep into his world.

"You did not have to hit him," she finally whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jungkook's eyes flickered to hers, expression unreadable. "I did," he said simply. "He needed to be reminded of his place.

Y/N shivered at the coldness in his voice, the way he spoke of human life and pain as if they were nothing but a means to continue their iron rule. But she didn't press him further. Part of her knew this was how things worked in his world, even if she didn't want to accept it.

As they pulled up to his penthouse, this time around, a wave of unease washed over Y/N. She had seen the dark side of Jungkook tonight, one that ruled through fear and dominance. And yet, she was still here, still drawn to him despite everything.

He strode across the penthouse to the bar and poured himself a drink. Sleek, smooth movements only added to his aura. He didn't offer her one; he didn't even acknowledge her presence for a few moments as he sipped the amber liquid. Y/N stood by the door, her mind reeling with everything she'd seen and felt.

Finally, Jungkook set the glass down and turned to her, his gaze intense. "You're still thinking about it," he said, his voice low but firm.

Y/N swallowed, her throat dry. "How can I not?" she replied, meeting his gaze though the fear was churning in her stomach. "That man wasn't a threat to you. You just.

"I just what?" Jungkook cut in, stepping closer to her, his eyes narrowing. "Taught him a lesson? Made sure he knew his place?"

Y/N felt her heart start to speed up as Jungkook made his way closer to her, overwhelming her with his presence. "You didn't have to hurt him," she said at a low volume. "There are other ways."

Hardness slid onto Jungkook's face, and for a moment, Y/N wondered if she'd pushed too far. But then his features softened just slightly, a shadow of something almost human flickering in his eyes.

"You don't understand, Y/N," he said, his voice softer now, almost. Tired. "In my world, there are no other ways. Power is everything, and the moment you show weakness, you lose it. That man knew that. He expected it.

Y/N's breath caught. She wanted to protest, to tell him there must be another way to exist, but in the recesses of her heart, she knew he was right. His world was a harsh and unrelenting one, and the only thing that kept him on top was fear. Without it, he'd be vulnerable.

"I'm not like you," she whispered, her voice shaking with the weight of the truth. "I can't be.

Jungkook's gaze was softening just a fraction, and he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Surprisingly, his touch was feathery soft against her skin, a sharp contrast to the coldness that she had seen in him earlier.

"I don't expect you to be like me," he said in a low murmur, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "But you are in this now, whether you like it or not. You have seen too much. There is no going back.

Y/N's chest constricted. She knew he was right. Even if she wanted to walk away, even if she tried to escape, there was no way out now. She had seen the darkness of his world, and that darkness would follow her no matter where she went.

"I don't want this," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jungkook's hand dropped from her face, and he stepped backward; his eyes were masked once more. "It doesn't matter what you want," he said in a low voice. "You're already in too deep.

The words hung heavy in the air, carrying an air of finality with them. A tear slipped down Y/N's cheek as the weight of everything landed full force on her shoulders. She had wanted a story, a shot at proving herself, but now it would seem she was trapped in something much larger than ever imagined.

Jungkook watched her for a moment, his expression almost sad, before he turned away. "Go to bed, Y/N," he said softly. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Y/N didn't move. She stood there, frozen, watching him as he disappeared into another room. Her heart ached and her mind was a whirl of confusion and fear. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run-but she couldn't.

Because deep down, she knew the truth: there was no turning back.