Unfaithful

8

Y/N stormed out of the room, her heart racing as she made her way down the dimly lit hallway. She was done pretending, done playing by Jungkook's rules. But before she could make it to the stairs, she felt his hand grab her wrist, his touch gentle but firm enough to halt her in her tracks.

"Y/N!" Jungkook's voice was urgent, almost desperate. "What's going on with you?" His grip tightened slightly, not enough to hurt her but enough to demand her attention.

She turned slowly, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him, "What do you want, Jungkook?" she asked, her voice laced with annoyance. She tugged at her wrist, trying to free herself, but his grip didn't loosen.

Jungkook's jaw clenched, and for a moment, his calm facade cracked "Do you want a divorce? Is that it?" His voice was louder now, the frustration bubbling to the surface "All these subtle hints you've been throwing at me-are they leading up to you wanting to end this? ls that what you're after?"

Y/N paused, her expression unreadable as she stared at him Then, with an unsettling calmness, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes darkening. "What if I do want a divorce?" she asked, her voice soft but deadly. "What would you do, Jeon Jungkook?"

Jungkook's eyes widened, and for a moment, he was caught off guard by her question. But then he laughed--a low, bitter laugh that sent a chill down her spine. Without warning, he yanked her closer, their bodies nearly colliding as he pushed her back against the wall.

Y/N gasped, her back pressed against the cold surface as he trapped her within his strong arms.

His face was inches from hers now, his dark eyes filled with a mix of anger and something more dangerous. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I will never, ever let you go, Jeon Y/ N."

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as he moved even closer, his body crowding hers, making her feel small under his intense gaze. She hated the way her body responded to him, hated that despite everything despite the lies, the betrayal, he still had this effect on her. Her breath hitched as his lips ghosted over her neck, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

"You will forever be stuck with me,' Jungkook whispered, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "No matter what happens, no matter what you think you want, you're mine, Y/N. Always."

His lips brushed against her skin, his tongue darting out to slowly lick down the side of her neck to her exposed cleavage. The sensation sent a wave of heat through her, but this time it wasn't entirely desire--it was anger, frustration, and a sense of helplessness she hadn't felt before.

She clenched her fists, trying to push him away, but his body pressed harder against hers, trapping her in place. She could feel the intensity of his emotions radiating off him, the jealousy, the rage, but also the fear- fear of losing control, fear of losing her.

Y/N's breath came out in shaky gasps, her mind racing as she tried to stay calm. This wasn't the Jungkook she knew. This was a man driven by desperation, by the need to keep her no matter the cost. And in that moment, she realized just how much power she held over him.

"Jungkook." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "Let me go."

But he didn't. Instead, he kissed her neck again, rougher this time, his lips pressing against her skin as if marking her, claiming her. His grip on her wrists tightened, holding her in place as if afraid she would slip away.

"I won't let you go," he repeated, his voice a low growl against her ear. "You're mine, Y/N. You'll always be mine."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push back the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She had to stay strong, had to remind herself of what she wanted, of the freedom she had been craving. But standing there, trapped in Jungkook's arms, feeling his breath on her skin, she couldn't deny the complicated mix of feelings swirling inside her-feelings of love, hate, desire, and betrayal all tangled together.