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...
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Jungkook opened the door, revealing Ms. Eunji, who appeared hesitant. He frowned in confusion, his expression darkening. Ms. Eunji spoke quietly, offering an explanation, but it only fueled his anger.
Jungkook: What the hell were you doing, then? It was your duty, not a damn suggestion!.
Jungkook roared, his voice harsh and full of venom.
As the door shut behind Ms. Eunji, YN's pulse quickened. She was standing, eyes wide with fear, and Jungkook wasted no time closing the distance between them. He stood directly in front of her, his gaze penetrating, never breaking away. Unable to hold his stare, YN lowered her head, her body trembling beneath his intensity.
He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. Tears welled in her eyes, and they spilled over, tracing her cheeks. Jungkook studied her face for a long moment before speaking.
Jungkook: Why didn't you eat, kitten?.
His voice was low and dangerous, the words heavy with an unspoken threat.
YN's brow furrowed in confusion, but she remained silent, too afraid to speak. JK released her chin and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, his gaze never leaving her.
Jungkook: Why can't you answer me when I ask you something, YN?.
He demanded, his voice a dangerous growl.
Yn: I... I didn't ha.ve an app..etite," she stammered, her voice barely audible.
The words were meek, and they didn't please him. His hands gripped her shoulders, squeezing with a force that made her wince.
Jungkook: You didn't have an appetite?.
He repeated, his tone mocking, laced with contempt.
Jungkook: Are you trying to make a scene so I'll let you go? Let me tell you something, YN. That will never happen. Do you understand me?.
He roared the last part in her face, his hot breath mixing with hers. YN's body shook violently from the force of his anger, but she nodded quietly, her tears falling freely now. She wiped them away in vain, knowing her protests would be futile.
The tension was broken by another knock on the door. YN froze as Jungkook, still seething with anger, barked,
Jungkook: Come in.
Ms. Eunji entered with the food trolley, but her gaze flickered briefly to YN, noting her distress. Before she could think, Jungkook's voice cut through the air again.
Jungkook: Leave!.
Ms. Eunji didn't hesitate. She lowered her head and bowed before leaving the room quickly, casting a final sympathetic look at YN. Jungkook turned back to YN and grabbed her forearm, forcing her to sit on the bed.
He removed his blazer and tossed it carelessly onto the couch, the tension thick in the air. YN flinched when he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and the tattoos decorating his arms. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her focus, but fear and exhaustion clouded her thoughts. He rolled his sleeves up and marched over to the food trolley, placing it in front of her with a quiet, unyielding command.
