Forbidden Lecture

chapter 21

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."

Her eyes searched his, looking for a hint of remorse or pity. But all she saw was cold determination. "Why me?" she whispered, the words catching in her throat. Jungkook set his glass down, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Because you're the challenge I've been craving," he said, leaning closer. "You think you're so strong, so independent. But deep down, you're just a scared little girl who wants to be taken care of."

Y/N felt a surge of anger, but she knew better than to argue with him. "I'm not weak," she spat, trying to keep her voice steady. "And I don't need you."

Jungkook chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "We'll see," he said, popping a piece of meat into his mouth. He chewed slowly, savoring the taste as he studied her. "You see, baby, I like a challenge. And you," he paused, "you're the biggest challenge I've ever faced." He leaned back in his seat, his arms folded across his chest. "You think you can resist me, but I'll make you beg for it."

Y/N's heart raced, her fear mixing with anger. She stabbed at a piece of kimchi, her hand shaking. "You're wrong about me," she said, her voice low and deadly. "I'm not going to let you do this to me."

Jungkook's smirk grew, his eyes lighting up with a dangerous glint. "Oh, I love your spirit," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "It's going to be so much more satisfying when I finally break it." He took another sip of his drink, watching her with a predatory gaze.

Y/N felt her heart pound in her chest. "You're crazy," she whispered, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice. Jungkook set his glass down and leaned in closer, his breath hot against her cheek. "Maybe," he murmured. "But you're the one who's going to be screaming for me."

The rest of the meal was a tense dance of words and glances, each bite a silent battle of wills. Y/N managed to force down enough food to keep from fainting, her eyes never leaving Jungkook's face. His gaze was a constant reminder of his dominance, his fingers tapping impatiently on the table as he waited for her to concede.

Finally, Jungkook pushed his plate away with a satisfied sigh. "I think that's enough," he said, his voice a velvet threat. He signaled for the check, his eyes never leaving hers. "Let's go."

Y/N didn't argue as he led her out of the restaurant and back to his car. The ride home was tense, the silence thick with unspoken words. Jungkook drove with the same confidence he had shown in the classroom, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. She couldn't help but feel like a prize he had won, a trophy to be displayed and used at his whim.

As they pulled up to her apartment building, Y/N's heart raced. She didn't want him to come up, but she knew protesting would only make things worse. Jungkook stepped out of the car and opened her door, his hand outstretched to help her out. She took it, feeling his grip tighten around her hand like a warning.

"Remember," he said, his eyes raking over her body as she stepped out of the car, "don't wear such a short skirt tomorrow." His words were a cold command, not a suggestion. "It's too tempting," he added, his smirk sending shivers down her spine.

Y/N yanked her hand away from his, anger flashing in her eyes. "You have no right to tell me what to wear," she spat, her voice shaking with the effort to hold back her fear. Jungkook leaned against the car, his eyes dark and predatory. "Oh, but I do," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine now, and I'll have you dressed to my liking."

He stepped closer to her, his tall frame towering over her. Y/N took a step back, her heart racing. "I'm not your property," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jungkook's smile was cold. "You are," he said, his voice a steel trap. "You just don't know it yet." He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek. "But you will," he murmured, his thumb tracing a line down to her neck. "You'll learn to love it."

Y/N flinched away from his touch, her eyes wide with fear. Jungkook's smile grew wider, his eyes dark with desire. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin. "Good night, my little rebel," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. He kissed her forehead, the gesture almost tender, if not for the malice behind it. "Go to sleep," he said, his voice a command. "You'll need your rest."

With one last look that made her blood run cold, Jungkook climbed back into his car and sped off into the night. Y/N watched him go, her legs shaking. She stumbled into the apartment building, her heart racing. Once inside the safety of her apartment, she slammed the door and leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, and a deep, burning shame.

The silence of the empty room was deafening. Y/N walked to the bathroom, her legs feeling like lead. Looking in the mirror, she saw the bruises forming on her wrists, a stark reminder of Jungkook's cruel grip. She turned on the faucet, letting the water run cold over her trembling hands. The coolness helped soothe the ache, but it couldn't wash away the memories.

Morning came too quickly, and with it, the dread of facing Jungkook at university. She dressed with care, avoiding anything that might draw his attention. A plain skirt that fell just above the knee, a loose blouse, and a cardigan that covered her arms. She applied her makeup with shaking hands, trying to hide the dark circles under her eyes.

Y/N arrived early to class, hoping to slip in unnoticed. But Jungkook eyes found her the moment she entered the room, his smirk sending a shiver down her spine. She took her seat, her heart racing, and tried to focus on her notes. His lectures had always been captivating, but now every word felt like a taunt, a reminder of what he'd done to her.

As the class was about to end, Jungkook announced a university organization campaign for students interested in participating. "If you're interested," he said, his voice was like a whip cracking through the room, "fill out this form and submit it before lunch. It's a great opportunity to get involved and show some leadership skills."

Y/N felt a flicker of hope. Maybe this was a chance to get away from him, to prove she wasn't going to let him control her. She reached for a form, her hand shaking slightly. A few other students exchanged glances, whispering among themselves.

The girl, a bubbly freshman with a penchant for raising her hand in every class, looked at Jungkook with eager anticipation. "Excuse me, Professor Jeon," she called out, her voice clear and bright. "Will you be joining the campaign as well?"