𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter 47

—#[Author’s pov]:

"You thought you could touch her and get away with it?" Jungkook's voice was dangerously calm, each word laced with venom. "You have no idea who you just crossed.”

He didn't wait for a reply. His fist flew forward, connecting with the man's face in a brutal punch that sent him crashing back to the ground. The impact was loud, echoing in the quiet night.

Jungkook's breathing was heavy, his rage unyielding, as he stood over the man, who now lay groaning in pain. He still couldn't get rid of the rage he was feeling on the inside; his heart was still not satisfied. 

As he looked at him, he couldn’t erase the image of y/n from his mind—the disheveled state he found her in, the sting of red blooming across her cheek, her crumpled clothes clinging to her like wilted petals. 

That one glance was enough to awaken a storm inside him—dark, merciless, and violent.

“Get him out of my sight,” he ordered, his voice low but chillingly cold.

The masked man, slumped on the ground, flinched at the sound. He already knew he had made a fatal mistake. Still, a small part of him almost felt relieved—relieved that he’d be taken away from under Jungkook’s burning stare, the kind of gaze that could break a man before a single blow was ever thrown.

But that fleeting relief vanished in seconds.

He noticed the men only dragged away the driver, leaving him behind, alone, vulnerable, in front of Jungkook. Confusion crept onto his face as he watched the rest of the men position themselves—some by the cars, some around them—forming a silent ring, like an arena set for a punishment no one would stop.

His eyes darted around—feeling a dread wave of chill rush through his body. It felt as if they were standing at their spots waiting to watch his destruction. 

Within the next few moments, every car’s headlights flashed on at once, bathing him in harsh white light that forced his eyes to flutter shut before he could even adjust his gaze to the lights. And when he finally looked up, Jungkook hadn’t moved an inch, he stood there towering over him. 

His posture was still—shoulders squared, hands tucked in his pockets, eyes fierce and blazing with restrained fury. The silence was deafening, and the air around them was so heavy, it felt like even the wind didn’t dare breathe.

The man gulped, trembling under the weight of Jungkook’s stare, his voice locked deep in his throat. Then Jungkook took a slow step forward, his voice laced with venom, “You seem to enjoy playing games."

He paused, head tilting slightly.

“How about we play one too?”

The masked man’s eyes widened in alarm—panic evident even through the fabric that shielded his face. It didn’t take much to see he was unraveling under Jungkook’s calm, ruthless gaze, clearly shaken by his ominous words.

Jungkook raised a brow, waiting. He didn’t speak, didn’t move—just watched. The silence was deafening. Then finally, a trail of sweat slipped down the man’s forehead, catching the soft glow of the headlights. Jungkook’s lips curled into the faintest smirk.

“We haven’t even started yet,” he said with a quiet scoff, shaking his head as if disappointed, though he knew exactly the effect he was having.

From the backseat of the car, y/n sat motionless, wrapped tightly in a jacket far too big for her, her arms clutching it closer as if trying to shield herself from the weight of what she had just endured. Her eyes, wide but unreadable, stayed locked on the scene unfolding through the windshield.