Forced Marriage 🥀

Part 4.

As silence filled the room, Jimin shifted under Yoongi's gaze, feeling like every defense he had was being picked apart. He didn’t dare break eye contact, his stubbornness pushing him to stand his ground, even though his heart pounded in his chest.

Yoongi finally leaned back, his smirk fading as a more serious look settled on his face. “You think you’re strong, Jimin. I see it. But I also see your fear.”

Jimin clenched his fists, trying to stop his hands from shaking. “I’m not afraid of you,” he replied, voice steady but barely above a whisper.

Yoongi arched an eyebrow, an amused glint in his eyes. “Is that so?” he asked, letting his words linger in the air. “Then prove it.”

The challenge hung between them, heavy and sharp. Jimin swallowed, wondering what Yoongi expected him to do. But before he could even consider responding, Yoongi stood up, closing the distance between them once more. Jimin’s instinct was to step back, but he held his ground, unwilling to give Yoongi the satisfaction.

Yoongi’s voice dropped, calm but with an edge that sent a chill through Jimin. “You’ll stay close to me, whether you like it or not. You’ll see that trying to defy me won’t end well.” He paused, his gaze roaming over Jimin’s face as if searching for something. “Unless, of course, you’d rather submit.”

Jimin’s jaw tightened. “I don’t belong to you,” he replied, forcing as much strength as he could into his words.

Yoongi’s lips curved into a small, unreadable smile. “You can tell yourself that,” he said, brushing past him. “But the longer you resist, the harder it will be for you. I don’t mind, though. I have all the time in the world.”

Jimin watched as Yoongi walked to the door, his figure almost disappearing into the shadows. But before he left, Yoongi turned back, his gaze piercing through the darkness.

“One last thing, Jimin,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a chilling finality. “Remember: I control everything here. If you try to escape… you won’t like what happens.”

With that, Yoongi slipped out of the room, leaving Jimin alone in the dim light, the weight of his words pressing heavily on him.

Jimin sank down onto the bed, his mind spinning. He had underestimated just how dangerous Yoongi could be, and now he felt the consequences closing in. But even as fear began to gnaw at him, a spark of defiance still lingered, refusing to be extinguished.

He would find a way out. He had to.

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Jimin walked to the kitchen, moving carefully but purposefully, gathering ingredients with quiet determination. As he worked, his mind raced, both on edge from Yoongi’s warning and oddly comforted by the small act of preparing a meal. The simple process allowed him a brief escape, a way to reclaim some sense of normalcy, even if just for a few minutes.

He finished cooking and set the dish on the dining table, taking a seat and digging in. The flavors brought a bit of warmth, grounding him, and he felt his nerves start to settle.

A moment later, Jungkook entered the room, his usual casual smile softening as he noticed Jimin. Without a word, he slid into the seat beside him, his gaze flickering to the plate in front of Jimin.

Jimin offered him the dish with a small, tentative smile. “Want some?”

Jungkook’s eyes lit up, and he nodded, reaching for a spoon. “Thanks, hyung.” He took a bite and let out a satisfied sigh. “This is good! Didn’t know you could cook.”

Jimin shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Just… something I picked up. You end up learning a lot when you’re on your own.”

Jungkook’s expression softened as he looked at Jimin, a hint of concern in his eyes. “Well, at least you don’t have to do that here. You’re… safe.” His voice was gentle, and Jimin could tell that, unlike Yoongi, Jungkook’s kindness was genuine.