Forbidden Lecture

chapter 20

The hours dragged on, and she could feel the weight of his gaze on her, a constant reminder of what had transpired. When the bell finally rang, she didn't wait for the stampede of students to leave before gathering her things and bolting out of the room. She needed to get as far away from him as possible.

The evening air was cool against her flushed cheeks as she stepped out of the university building. The sun had set, leaving the sky a bruised mix of purple and blue. She hurried to the bus stop, eager to escape the suffocating confines of the school. As she waited, she tried to convince herself that it was all a nightmare, that she would wake up and everything would be normal again. But the ache between her legs and the raw marks on her wrists were all too real.

The sound of a car engine grew louder, and she glanced up to see Jungkook's sleek black sedan pull up in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat as the window rolled down, and he leaned out, his smug smile taunting her. "Need a ride, darling?"

Y/N's eyes flashed with anger, but she forced herself to ignore him. She kept her head down and pretended she hadn't heard him. The bus couldn't come soon enough. She felt his gaze on her, his eyes like a brand searing into her soul, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

"I'm waiting," Jungkook said, his voice like a serrated knife. "Or are you going to make me come get you?"

Y/N's eyes remained fixed on the pavement, her jaw clenched tightly. She could feel the rage building inside her, threatening to boil over. Without looking up, she whispered, "I'd rather walk."

Jungkook's laugh was dark and filled with amusement. He stepped out of the car, his movements fluid and predatory as he approached her. "Now, now," he said, his hand coming down to rest on her shoulder. "Don't be like that."

Y/N flinched, the heat from his touch burning her skin. "Get your hands off me," she snarled, spinning to face him. Jungkook's eyes glinted with challenge. He leaned down, his nose almost touching hers. "You're not in a position to make demands," he whispered.

Before she could react, Jungkook's arms snaked around her waist, lifting her effortlessly into the passenger seat of his sedan. She struggled against his grip, kicking and screaming. The sound of the car door slamming shut was like a gunshot, echoing in her ears. She was trapped, and the reality of her situation sank in with cold, hard clarity.

With a smirk, Jungkook slid into the driver's seat and started the engine, the purr of the car vibrating through her. "Buckle up," he said, his voice low and mocking. Y/N glared at him, her body still trembling with adrenaline. She reached for the door handle, but his hand shot out, grabbing her wrist in a firm grip.

"Oh, I don't think so," he said, his smile turning into a sneer. He leaned over, his face just inches from hers. "You're going to sit here, and you're going to listen to me." Y/N felt a cold dread pool in her stomach as she realized that she was truly at his mercy.

He leaned back in his seat, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached over and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. "You're going to come to me, willing or not," he murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her lower lip. "And when you do," he paused, his eyes darkening, "I'm going to make you scream my name."

With that, he released her chin and started the car, the engine rumbling to life beneath them. Y/N sat in stunned silence, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But Jungkook's grip on the steering wheel was firm, his eyes focused on the road ahead. She swallowed hard, trying to keep the bile from rising in her throat.

"Stop biting your lip," he said, his tone deceptively calm. "It's going to be a long ride if you keep that up." Y/N's eyes narrowed, but she did as he said, not wanting to give him any more ammunition. She felt his gaze on her, his eyes lingering on her mouth before they returned to the road. "And have you eaten lunch?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

Y/N's stomach twisted at the thought of food. "I'm not hungry," she lied. The truth was she hadn't been able to eat all day, her nerves a tangled mess of anger and fear.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his smirk never leaving his face. "Well, I'm starving," he said, shifting the car into gear and pulling out of the parking lot. "I know a place."

He drove through the bustling streets of the city, his car weaving in and out of traffic with a confidence that made Y/N's stomach drop. The restaurant was an exclusive place, the kind that required a reservation weeks in advance. Jungkook, however, seemed to be a regular; the valet knew him by name, and the hostess greeted him with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as she led them to a secluded booth in the back.

The dim lighting and the low murmur of the other diners did nothing to ease the tension between them. Jungkook ordered for both of them, not bothering to ask for Y/N's preference. The menu was in Korean, and she didn't dare to question him, her mind racing with scenarios of what might happen next.

When the food arrived, it looked like a feast-spicy dishes with aromatic sauces, sizzling meats, and an assortment of side dishes. Jungkook picked up his chopsticks and began to eat with an air of casualness, as if they were on a date rather than a twisted power play. Y/N stared at her plate, her appetite non-existent. Jungkook noticed and leaned in, his voice a gentle coax. "Eat," he said, his eyes holding hers. "You need your strength."

Y/N picked at the food, her movements mechanical as she forced herself to swallow a few bites. She was all too aware of his eyes on her, watching her every move. The food was exquisite, but she couldn't enjoy it, her senses heightened with every passing moment. Her fear grew with every bite she took, the silence between them heavy with unspoken threats.

"Stop staring at me," she finally snapped, unable to bear his intense gaze any longer. Jungkook's smirk grew wider, and he leaned back, his eyes never leaving hers. "I can't help it," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're just so fascinating."

Y/N felt the heat of his words, anger flushing through her cheeks. "What do you really want from me?" she demanded, her voice shaking. Jungkook took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to break you," he said simply, his tone matter-of-fact. "To show you that you can't fight me. That you're mine, whether you like it or not."