Forbidden Lecture

chapter 22

Jungkook's gaze slid over to her, his expression unreadable. Y/N held her breath, waiting for his response. His eyes narrowed slightly before he turned back to the class. "I'm not interested," he said, his voice clipped. The room fell silent for a moment, the air thick with unspoken tension. The girl's smile faltered, and she nodded, looking slightly embarrassed as she sat back down.

The bell rang, and students began to pack up their things, eager to escape the oppressive atmosphere. Y/N felt a weight lift from her shoulders as Jungkook announced that he wouldn't be joining the campaign. She could breathe a little easier, knowing that she would have at least four days of relative peace.

Campaign day arrived, and the students congregated at the station, buzzing with excitement. Y/N had been looking forward to the trip, hoping that the change of scenery would help her forget the horror of that afternoon in the principal's office. For a few days, she had managed to avoid Jungkook, and she allowed herself to believe that he might have moved on to torment someone else.

As they waited for the train, Y/N chatted with her friends, their laughter filling the crisp morning air. She felt alive, her spirit momentarily unshackled from the fear that had been suffocating her. The train's whistle pierced the air, and they all moved closer to the platform, eager to board. Y/N managed to snag a window seat, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as the train pulled into the station.

But her reprieve was short-lived. As the doors slid open, Jungkook stepped in, his eyes locking onto hers with a predatory gleam. A chill ran down her spine, and she watched in horror as he approached, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The boy who had been about to sit beside her looked at Jungkook badge and scurried away, leaving the seat next to her open. Jungkook smirk grew wider as he took the spot, his presence in a suffocating weight that seemed to fill the entire cabin.

"What are you doing here?" she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. Jungkook leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "I'm here to keep an eye on my favorite student," he said, his voice a low purr. "Make sure you don't get into any trouble."

Y/N felt the blood drain from her face. "But you said you weren't interested in the campaign," she protested, her voice shaking. Jungkook smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I'm not here to participate," he said, his tone deceptively casual. "I'm here to observe."

He leaned back in his seat, his head resting heavily on her shoulder. "Now, be a good girl and let me catch up on some sleep," he murmured, his breath warm against her neck. She could feel the muscles in his neck tense as he settled in, his fingers playing idly with the fabric of her cardigan. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but she knew better than to protest. Instead, she sat there, her body rigid with tension, as the train pulled out of the station.

The clack of the wheels on the tracks soon lulled Jungkook into a deep sleep. His face, once a mask of arrogance and dominance, had softened into something almost... cute. Y/N stared at him in disbelief. How could someone who had been so monstrous look so innocent in sleep? His features relaxed, his full lips parted slightly, and his long lashes fanned out against his cheeks. He looked like a man who hadn't seen a single dark thought, let alone committed the atrocities he had.

The train pulled into the station, and Y/N jolted awake, realizing that she had been lost in thought. The students around them were already gathering their bags, the chatter of excitement and anticipation for the campaign filling the air. Jungkook stirred, his grip on her shoulder tightening slightly before he opened his eyes and sat up, stretching his arms over his head. He looked around the cabin, his expression bored, as if the journey had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

They disembarked, and the group of students made their way to the camping grounds, the fresh air and scenery a stark contrast to the claustrophobic confines of the train. The camp was nestled in a clearing surrounded by a dense forest, the smell of pine and earth mingling with the scent of cooking food from nearby tents. Despite the beauty of the location, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of unease that clung to her like a second skin.

Jungkook, now fully alert, took charge, his voice booming over the chatter as he announced the activities and rules for the campaign. He stood at the front of the group, his eyes scanning over each student as if searching for any sign of disobedience. Y/N felt his gaze linger on her, and she had to fight the urge to shrink away. The campaign was supposed to be a time for bonding and learning, but with him there, it felt like a prison.

The day was filled with team-building exercises and speeches from various professors. Y/N threw herself into her work, trying to keep her mind off Jungkook and his constant presence. She helped set up tents, organized games, and even gave a speech on the importance of community involvement. Her efforts earned her praise from her peers, but Jungkook eyes never left her, his expression unreadable.

Finally, night fell, and the students gathered around a roaring bonfire. The flames cast flickering shadows across the clearing, and the smell of roasting marshmallows filled the air. Jungkook remained absent, and for a brief moment, Y/N allowed herself to relax. She joined her friends in a game of truth or dare, the laughter and camaraderie a balm to her frayed nerves.

As the night grew late, the group began to disperse, heading back to their tents. Y/N felt a sudden pressure in her bladder and excused herself, heading towards the washroom. The path was well-lit, but the washroom was located in a quieter, more secluded area of the camp. The closer she got, the more the light from the bonfire dimmed, the darkness of the surrounding woods pressing in.

Her heart racing, she hurried down the hallway, her footsteps echoing against the wooden walls. The bathroom was just ahead, but as she reached for the door, a hand shot out of the shadows, wrapping around her wrist and yanking her into a dark room. The door slammed shut behind her, the sound of the lock clicking into place sending a fresh wave of panic through her.

Jungkook face appeared in the dim light, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alone at last," he murmured, his voice thick with malice. Y/N tried to pull away, but his grip was ironclad. She could feel his breath against her neck, hot and heavy. "I knew you couldn't resist me," he said, his free hand reaching up to trace the outline of her face.

He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a soft kiss, his lips moving against hers in a silent promise of what was to come. Y/N's body tensed, her mind racing with fear and disgust. But as he kissed her, she felt something strange-his gentleness was almost tender, a stark contrast to the brutal force he had used before. It was as if he were trying to coax a wild animal into his arms, to make it think it had a choice.

When he pulled away, he whispered against her lips, "I'm not going to fuck you tonight." The words sent a cold shiver down her spine. It wasn't reassurance, but rather a promise of what awaited her in the future. He pushed her down onto the bed, his hands firm but not violent. The bed creaked as he settled in behind her, his chest pressing against her back.

Y/N lay there, her heart racing as Jungkook pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her. The heat from his body was suffocating, and she could feel the steady beat of his heart against her back. He nuzzled into her neck, his breath warm and moist. "Let's sleep," he murmured, his voice a seductive command.

The room was small and cramped, the only light coming from the moon filtering through a crack in the curtains. The smell of his cologne was overwhelming, a scent she had learned to despise. She could feel his erection pressing into her thigh, a constant reminder of what he wanted from her. "Why are you doing this?" she managed to ask, her voice small and trembling.

Jungkook chuckled, the sound sending chills down her spine. "Because I can," he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. "Because you're mine to do with as I please." His arms tightened around her, his grip firm but not painful. "Now, go to sleep," he whispered, his voice a soft command. "You're going to need your strength."

Y/N lay there, her body tense and mind racing, unable to find peace. But as the hours ticked by, the exhaustion from the long day and the fear that had been her constant companion took its toll. Despite her best efforts to stay awake, her eyes grew heavy, and she eventually succumbed to sleep. Jungkook embrace was like a vice, his warmth seeping into her, and she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of comfort in his arms.