Hello......
This is my first ever ff, English is not my native language at all so if you find any kind of grammatical or spelling mistake then avoid it.
This story contains.
* manipulation.
* male dominance.
* violence.
* sexual assault 🔞
* trigger...
He carried her with ease, his grip firm as she instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him like a child clutching for safety. Her head rested on his shoulder, her face pressed against his neck, her mind racing with fear. Her body was sore, her limbs weak from the emotional and physical toll she had endured. Her eyes were closed, though they were heavy with unshed tears, but she couldn't cry anymore. She had cried so much that her tears seemed to have run dry, replaced only by a deep, gnawing emptiness.
Jungkook navigated through the hallway, his footsteps steady, as if he were walking toward a destination he knew all too well.
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The door to his room clicked shut with a soft, yet ominous sound, and Jungkook stood there for a moment, his eyes scanning the room before they fell on Yn still clinging to him. Her small, fragile form was curled in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes still closed, and cheeks streaked with the remnants of dry tears. The weight of her submission settled around them.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he observed her. She looked so naive in his arms, as if she had forgotten how to resist, how to fight against him. He moved steadily, as though nothing about this moment was unusual, heading toward the washroom without any hesitation. Yn stirred slightly in his arms, her body still trembling from the shock and exhaustion of the past few hours, but she didn't speak, didn't resist.
The air in the room shifted subtly as they entered the washroom, and Yn's heart skipped a beat. Her eyes snapped open, her breath hitching as she realized the change in location. Panic fluttered in her chest, but no words escaped her lips. She couldn't bring herself to scream, to beg, not anymore. It was as if her voice had been swallowed by the weight of the situation, her body too numb to react fully.
Jungkook carefully placed her on the cool, hard surface of the vanity countertop, his hands remaining firmly around her waist. The coldness of the marble stone sent a shiver through her body, her skin reacting to the sudden temperature change. She felt small, so very small under his gaze. The intensity of his eyes felt like a heavy force pressing against her, making her heart beat faster, her pulse racing despite her attempt to stay still.
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For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched thickly between them, punctuated only by the faint sound of her breath and the weight of his stare.
She couldn't bear to look up at him. Her head hung low, her eyes locked on his chest as if she could focus on anything other than the suffocating reality of the situation. The incident in the basement haunted her, leaving her with a feeling of emptiness, a sense that something terrible thing has occurred in that basement, which has terrified her spirit. The weight of it settled deep within her bones, and she felt the fear creep back up her spine like a shadow.
Besides all of that, she felt his piercing gaze glued on her petite figure as though her very soul was being dissected by his gaze, as if he could see through to the deepest parts of her, exposing everything she wanted to hide.
