"Think of it like this, doll. You are mine, and I have to make sure you can never run away."
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There's no escape from his 𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉.
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"They told me to stay away from him. To let him live his life, unbothered and free. But they don't understand—what's mine stays mine. And Jeon Jeongguk? He belongs to me, even if he doesn't know it yet."
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"Oh my god, I'm gonna die!" Jeongguk groaned, throwing himself back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling as if it held the answers to his suffering. Four days—four agonizing days of being cooped up at home, all thanks to his father's sudden overprotectiveness. After that incident with the 'man in black', his father, Jeon Seung-ho, had imposed a strict curfew on him. No racing, no parties, no freedom. Just four walls, and Jeongguk was beginning to feel like a caged animal.
He'd done everything to kill the time—played every game on his console, scrolled through social media until his eyes burned, even cleaned his bike until it shined. But none of it could chase away the itch under his skin. He needed the streets, the thrill of his bike beneath him, the roar of the engine in his ears. But here he was, trapped, his room in chaos—clothes thrown over every surface, snack wrappers scattered across the floor, the aftermath of his boredom-induced frustration.
Sighing, he sat up, pushing a hand through his messy hair, about to consider another game when something caught his attention. His father's voice echoed faintly from the living room, tense and low.
"We messed up... we messed up," Jeon Seung-ho was saying, his voice laced with a rare, raw edge of fear.
Jeongguk's curiosity piqued instantly. He crept toward his door, pausing just out of sight, his ears straining to catch every word.
