The air in the room thickened, silence stretching into something unbearable. Ena turned to leave, her trembling hands brushing away tears as she moved toward the door. Jungkook remained frozen on the floor, his head hung low, his entire body trembling.
But as the sound of her footsteps reached the door, something inside him snapped.
“Stop,” Jungkook growled, his voice low and guttural, carrying an edge of something dark and primal. Ena froze in place, her breath hitching at the tone. Before she could react, she felt his presence—sudden and suffocating—looming behind her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded, his hand gripping her wrist tightly, almost possessively. His voice was trembling with a mixture of desperation and something more sinister.
“Let me go, Jungkook,” Ena whispered, her voice quivering. She tried to pull her wrist free, but his grip only tightened.
“No,” he spat, spinning her around to face him. His dark, tear-streaked eyes bore into hers, a storm of emotions raging within them. “I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”
“Jungkook,” Ena gasped, trying to twist free, “you can’t do this. You can’t keep me like this—”
“I can,” he interrupted, his voice low and menacing, yet trembling with pain. His hand moved to cup her jaw, his fingers rough yet hesitant as they forced her to look at him. “You think you can just walk out of my life? After everything we’ve been through? After everything we are?”
“You don’t own me,” Ena said, her voice trembling but firm. “You can’t control me, Jungkook. Not like this.”
“I don’t own you, Ena,” he hissed, his voice dropping even lower. “But I can’t let you go. Not yet. Not until you’re better.”
“Better?” Ena blinked, confusion mingling with anger. “What are you talking about?”
“The surgery,” Jungkook said, his tone suddenly softening, though his grip remained firm. “You’re not walking away from me—not until it’s done. Not until I know you’re safe. Not until…” His voice cracked, and for a brief moment, the darkness in his eyes flickered with vulnerability.
“That’s not your decision to make!” Ena cried, her voice rising with frustration and anguish. “You don’t get to decide what happens to me, Jungkook! You lost that right when you doubted me!”
“I’ll decide what happens to you until you’re out of danger!” he shouted, the vehemence in his voice startling her. His hands moved to her shoulders, holding her tightly as if she might disappear at any moment. “I’ll keep you here, Ena. I’ll do whatever it takes—chain you to me if I have to—until you’re healthy. Until I’m sure you’ll live.”
Ena stared at him, her chest heaving with disbelief. “This isn’t love, Jungkook. This is control. This is fear. You don’t love me—you’re obsessed with the idea of me.”
Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his breathing uneven. “You’re wrong,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I love you in a way that scares me. I love you in a way that’s selfish and broken and wrong. But it’s still love, Ena. It’s all I have. And I can’t let you go, even if it destroys both of us.”
His confession hung heavy in the air, the raw honesty of it cutting through her resolve. Ena’s heart ached at his words, but her anger burned hotter. “You don’t get to make that choice for me,” she said, her voice trembling. “You can’t force me to stay just because you’re scared of losing me. That’s not love, Jungkook. That’s cruelty.”
“I am cruel,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze softened, yet there was something unyielding in it. He leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching hers. “But if being cruel is the only way to keep you alive, then I’ll be the monster you think I am.”
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Clash Of Hearts | Jungkook ✔️
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