"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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They gently guided Y/N into the warmth of their home, her steps heavy as though every memory weighed her down. The sky outside had turned a dark, bruised shade of purple, the last light of the evening sinking below the horizon. Inside, everything was quiet and safe, a stark contrast to the chaos she'd just escaped.
But Y/N was far from feeling secure. The horror of what she had witnessed clung to her like a shadow-her mother's embrace, the soft words of love she'd spoken, and then... the sudden, brutal end. The scene replayed in her mind, a constant echo she couldn't silence. The sounds of gunshots, the haunting laughter, the threat in Jungkook's eyes... they all lingered like phantoms, refusing to leave her in peace.
Yoongi and Hoseok stayed close by, keeping silent, understanding that words couldn't mend the brokenness she felt. They led her to the couch, where she sank down, her eyes glazed and unfocused. Yoongi sat beside her, a protective hand resting gently on her shoulder, grounding her in reality. Hoseok knelt in front of her, concern etched deep in his face, his gaze steady and filled with quiet reassurance.
Y/N finally looked up, meeting their eyes, her own reflecting the shattered pieces of her heart. She took a shaky breath, her voice barely a whisper, "She... she was my last connection to him-to everything I had left." Her words broke off, a tear slipping down her cheek as her voice faltered.
Hoseok reached out, clasping her hands in his. "We're here, Y/N. You're not alone. You don't have to carry this by yourself."
Yoongi nodded, his own face filled with a quiet determination. "We'll make sure you're safe. You've been through enough, and we're not going to let him-anyone-hurt you again."
As the evening darkened into night, the silence in the room softened, a small comfort in the midst of Y/N's storm. She let herself lean into their presence, knowing that though the pain and memories would linger, she didn't have to face them alone.
Y/N sat in silence, the warmth of the room doing little to chase away the chill lodged deep in her heart. She clutched her arms around herself, as if trying to hold together the pieces of her fractured soul. The images kept flashing in her mind-her mother's soft smile, the gentleness in her eyes, and then, the cold, brutal finality as life slipped away from her.
Her mother's blood, warm and vivid, had spread across her hands, staining them with a memory she couldn't erase. The horror of watching her mother's life drain away had carved an ache so deep it felt like it would never heal. She could still feel the last, desperate squeeze of her mother's hand in hers, the unspoken apology in her fading gaze.
Every breath felt heavy, weighed down by grief and regret. She hadn't been able to save her-hadn't been able to stop the cruel hand of fate from taking the only family she had left. And now, that emptiness sat hollow inside her, reminding her of all that was gone.
