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...
Beneath the dark blanket of an open sky, twinkling with countless stars, the full moon bathed the world in its chilling light. The silence hung heavily in the air, broken only by the soft melody of crickets, and the cold blizzards swept across the land, making the atmosphere unnervingly still. The icy breeze nipped at the skin, but the stillness had an odd, suffocating comfort, like a promise of something much darker just beneath the surface.
In the midst of this eerie calm, Jungkook sat in the jacuzzi, his face illuminated only by the moonlight, his expression unreadable, yet oddly calm, as he watched her. YN, the one he had always desired, the one who had haunted his thoughts, had become his heartbeat without him even realizing it.
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His eyes traced every curve of her body, and despite the cold that gripped the night, the warmth of his breath against her skin seemed to set her on edge.
She sat stiffly in his lap, her head rested against his chest, her tiny figure, nestled against him, the sound of her heartbeat quickening with every moment spent in his presence. The quiet was thick with tension, as if the entire world had been silenced just to witness this fragile, dangerous connection.
Yn's though still, felt the weight of discomfort gnawing at her insides. No matter how cozy the moment appeared, how calm the environment was, her nerves twisted in on themselves. His hand, slow and deliberate, moved across her bare back, tracing vertical lines from the top of her spine down to the small of her back. It was a touch meant to reassure, but it only unsettled her more. The warmth of his touch was like a predator's lure, making her want to run yet she knew better than to provoke him.
In her mind, a storm of confusion raged. Questions, fears, and doubts swirled around her like a maelstrom, she couldn't erase the images from her mind.. images of things she'd seen, of things she'd witnessed that made her question everything, but every time she tried to focus, the answers slipped from her grasp. Her mind struggled, desperate for some semblance of relief, but there was nothing.. only unanswered questions.
He was something she could not understand, something far darker, far more dangerous.
Yn: Jungkook...
Her voice was barely a whisper, soft as if she feared even speaking would provoke him.
Jungkook: Hmm?.
His response was low, almost mocking in its casualness.
A tremor ran through her as she summoned the courage to speak again.
Yn: Can I ask you something?.
Her hesitation was clear, and she could feel his attention sharpening at the uncertainty in her voice.
The hand on her back stilled, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. She lifted her head slowly, meeting his gaze. His eyes, dark and unreadable, stared right into her soul, making her stomach twist with a cold, heavy dread. His gaze was suffocating, sending a shiver down her spine... whether it was the cold night air or his chilling intensity, she couldn't tell.
