"you are only mine babygirl you can't escape from me you are mine to love mine to fuck mine to destroy all your body and soul mind and heart is mine little girl got it " the male said
Jeon jungkook is a rich billionaire in the country and under gro...
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A chilling silence fell over the room, thick and suffocating, wrapping around them like a dark fog. The once-deafening echoes of gunfire and shouts had faded, leaving only an unsettling quiet. The air felt cold, and an unspoken tension simmered, heavier than before.
Yoongi's gaze remained locked on Jungkook's, both men standing as still as statues, their dark, hollow eyes boring into each other, filled with years of unresolved rivalry and contempt. The only sound was the faint, uneven breath of Y/N, lying unconscious on the cold, blood-streaked floor, her form vulnerable and still.
Hoseok kept close to Yoongi, his eyes flickering cautiously between Jungkook's men and their leader. Every instinct screamed for him to act, to do something-but the weight of the tension held him rooted to the spot, waiting for the first move.
Jungkook tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening as he took in the sight before him. "Quite the tragic scene, isn't it?" he drawled, his voice a mocking whisper that seemed to slice through the silence.
Yoongi's hands tightened into fists, his jaw clenching as he suppressed the fury bubbling beneath his calm facade. He wanted to protect Y/N, to pull her from this nightmare, but he knew any sudden move could break the fragile stillness, igniting the tension into something explosive.
As the eerie silence stretched on, it was as if time itself had paused, holding them all suspended in a moment where the next move could determine everything.
Jungkook's eyes darkened, a sinister glint flashing within them as he looked at Yoongi, Hoseok, and the unconscious Y/N on the cold, bloodstained floor. His gaze was predatory, a burning desire flickering in his eyes-the fierce, possessive urge to end anyone who stood in his way and to take her for himself.
A twisted smirk tugged at his lips as he envisioned his plan unfolding, each detail sharp and vivid in his mind. This was no simple desire. It was an obsession, a need that fueled every dark intention he harbored
commanding, his gaze fixed solely on Y/N, as if she was the only thing in the room worth his attention. "It's over for you, Yoongi," he murmured, his voice dangerously low, laced with a sickening calmness. "One way or another, I'm taking her with me."
