Forbidden Lecture

chapter 26

Y/N stepped out of the shower, the fluffy bathrobe wrapping around her like a protective shield. Her clothes from the night before were gone, likely taken by Jungkook as part of his sick game. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and the robe did little to comfort her. She shivered as she tightened the knot around her waist, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of escape.

The bed was untouched, the covers thrown back to reveal the rumpled sheets. Jungkook sat on the edge, his muscular back to her, his eyes on his phone. He looked up as she entered, his gaze dark and hungry, making her stomach clench with dread. He was shirtless, the tattoos that adorned his chest and arms flexing as he set the phone aside, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

He held out a set of clothes, the fabric whispering against his fingertips. "Put these on," he said, his voice a low command that sent a shiver down her spine. Y/N took the clothes, her eyes darting to the bathroom door. "I need to..." she began, but Jungkook  hand shot out, grabbing her wrist before she could move away.

"Change in front of me," he said, his voice a dark challenge. She stared at him, the fear and anger in her eyes a silent plea for mercy. But he only tightened his grip, a smug smile playing on his lips as he waited for her compliance. With a heavy sigh.

Her trembling hands worked the knot at her waist, the bathrobe slipping away to reveal her nakedness. The bruises on her body were a stark reminder of the previous night's events, each one a dark splotch against her pale skin. Jungkook eyes roved over her, his gaze hungry and possessive, taking in every inch of her trembling form.

Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger as she pulled the clothes over her body. The fabric clung to her curves, the fit revealing more than she was comfortable with. Jungkook had chosen the outfit with a clear intent, each piece designed to make her feel exposed and vulnerable. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out of this twisted game, but every avenue was blocked by the weight of his gaze.

With a final tug at the hem of the too-short dress, she followed him to the door, her bare feet whispering against the cold hotel floor. Jungkook grabbed his phone and keys, his movements efficient and calculated as he led her out of the room. The hallway was empty, the silence suffocating as they made their way to the elevator. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the echoes seemingly loud enough to fill the entire space.

As they stepped into the elevator, she found the courage to ask, "Aren't we going back to the camp area?" Jungkook  gaze didn't leave the descending numbers, his jaw tight. "No," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it."

The doors slid open to the lobby, and Jungkook grip on her wrist tightened. She could feel his tension, his entire body coiled like a spring ready to snap. He didn't look at her, just walked with purpose through the hotel, not stopping until they reached the parking lot. The cool morning air was a slap to the face after the stuffiness of the hotel room, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"Where are we going?" she whispered, the words barely audible. Jungkook looked over at her, his eyes dark with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite decipher. "On a date, darling," he replied, his voice a mockery of sweetness that made her stomach turn.

"I don't want to go," she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Jungkook smile turned predatory, his eyes glinting with a hint of anger. "You don't have a choice," he said, his grip tightening. "You're mine, remember?"

He opened the door to a sleek black sedan, the cool leather interior a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the parking lot. He practically shoved her into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut before walking around to the driver's side. Y/N watched him, her mind racing. She had to find a way out of this.