Dreadful Night ||Taehyung ff||(FT : JJK)

Chapter 4 : Say Yes

A/n POV:

After quickly changing into a top and shorts, Y/N dashed down the stairs, unaware of the tension building upstairs. In their room, Lisa sat on the edge of the bed, her face tight with worry, while Jimin paced, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Taehyung, standing by the wardrobe, pulled out some clothes but was interrupted by Lisa's sharp question.

"How did he find the farmhouse? How does Jungkook even know we're here?"

Jimin nodded in agreement, concern evident in his eyes. "Yeah, you have a point."

Taehyung frowned, his mind racing. It made sense-there was no way a stranger like Jungkook should've known their location. Danger felt close, too close.

"Hmmm," Taehyung finally said, his voice low. "Lisa, lock everything valuable. Jimin, go downstairs and stay with Y/N. I'll change my clothes and come."

Jimin gave a curt nod and hurried out, leaving Lisa to lock things down. But even as she moved, a growing sense of dread gripped her, a feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

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Downstairs -

"We met in college when we were about 16 and 17," Y/N said cheerfully, smiling at the memory. "It feels like such a long time ago."

Jungkook leaned forward, his eyes slightly narrowed but still playing along. "That young, huh? Impressive."

"Yeah," she nodded, her face lighting up. "Yesterday was our 10th anniversary and our first wedding anniversary."

Jungkook's lips curled into a smile, but it wasn't warm. It was as if he knew something she didn't. "And how long are you staying here?"

Before Y/n could respond, a volleyball flew in and hit her shoulder. Jimin came and shook her, grinning. "Noona, come on! Let's play volleyball!"

Jungkook's smile faltered. He glanced at Jimin, clearly annoyed. "We're talking. Give us a minute man."

Jimin hesitated but sighed. "Alright. Sorry." He walked off, but not without casting a worried glance at Y/N.

Y/N shrugged and turned back to jungkook still caught up in her excitement. "Just a week, then we head back.", but the look on his face froze her in place. His smile was gone, replaced by a dark, almost predatory expression.

"Is that so, but sadly you won't be leaving with them," he said softly, leaning closer.

Y/N blinked, confusion creeping in. "Huhh?"

His gaze hardened. "You're not going back Y/n. You'll be coming with me, at my home."

A shiver ran down her spine. There was something wrong-something in his voice, his eyes. The atmosphere around them felt heavy, suffocating. "I don't understand," she whispered, her heart starting to race.

"You don't need to," he replied coldly, leaning even closer, his eyes boring into hers. "Just do as I say. You'll come with me."

Y/N felt frozen. Her mind was screaming at her to get away, but her body wasn't responding. His words felt like chains wrapping around her, forcing her to obey.

"Say yes," Jungkook whispered, his voice smooth but commanding.

Her breath quickened. She could barely think, barely breathe."SAY!" He again repeated but now firmly. His words seemed to echo in her head, taking over her thoughts. "Y-y-ye--" she almost whispered, but before she could finish, another volleyball flew past, snapping her out of the trance.

"NONNA!! COME ON, I WANT TO PLAY!" Jimin called, waving from the garden.

Jungkook's eyes flickered with frustration, but he quickly hid it, his dark smile returning. "Go ahead, Y/n," he said in a low voice, "but make sure he never ever wants to play again after this."

Y/N felt her body move on its own, like a puppet. Her face was become blank, her eyes empty as she got up and followed Jimin outside. She moved like a ghost, her mind numb, her will no longer her own.

Jungkook leaned back, satisfied, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He knew what was coming.

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Lisa's POV

Upstairs, Lisa was folding the clothes as she was trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that clung to her. She doesn't wanted to go downstairs as she hate being around him somehow but suddenly she heard Y/N's laugh echoing from downstairs, something about it sounded off. Just as she was about to go check, a scream pierced the air.

"NOONAAA! STOP!NO!NO! HELP ME!NOO"

It was Jimin.

Lisa's heart lurched in her chest as she rushed to the window. What she saw made her blood run cold.

Jimin was sitting on the swing, his face pale with fear. Y/N was standing on the same swing, pushing it higher and higher, laughing maniacally. Jimin's hands gripped the chains tightly as he screamed for her to stop, but Y/N wasn't listening. Her laughter was eerie, hollow-nothing like her usual self.

Lisa ran from the room, fear and panic clawing at her. She dashed down the stairs, her heart racing, and stormed into the garden.

"Y/N, STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" she screamed, but Y/N didn't respond. She kept pushing the swing higher, her face expressionless, her eyes dull and empty.

Jungkook, lounging in the corner, chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving the chaos unfolding in front of him.

Lisa ran to Jimin, trying to pull him off the swing, but Y/N wouldn't stop. Her strength seemed inhuman, her movements mechanical, as if someone else was controlling her.

"Y/N, please! STOP!" Lisa begged, but it was as if Y/N didn't even hear her. She kept pushing, harder and harder.

Jungkook's soft laugh echoed across the garden, sending a chill down Lisa's spine.

This wasn't Y/N. This was something else. Something darker. And whatever control Jungkook had over her, it was only just beginning.

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