"would you have let me go if I didn't know you at all?"
Jungkook's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement
"Of course not"
His hand slid from her neck down to her shoulder, his touch sending an icy shiver down her spine
"You were mine...
The car skidded to a sharp stop in front of Y/n's family home, my patience hanging by a thread
Did she think she could run back to her parents like I wouldn't come for her
She was fucking wrong
I stepped out of the car, my presence enough to send the guards at the entrance into a tense stance. I ignored them, striding straight toward the front door
The butler barely had time to react before I pushed the door open, stepping inside like I fucking owned the place
"Jungkook?"
The familiar voice of Mr. Lee, made me turn my head. He was standing near the staircase, looking surprised but not alarmed
"Jungkook, son, what brings you here at this hour?"
He asked with a warm smile, completely oblivious to my burning rage
I clenched my jaw, my voice dangerously calm.
"Where is my wife?"
A small frown creased his forehead, but he nodded toward the hallway
"She's asleep-"
I didn't wait for him to finish
I stormed past him, taking the familiar route toward her bedroom. My heartbeat drummed in my ears, my fury pushing my body forward with determined steps
I didn't knock or hesitate before slamming the door open, the loud bang jolted Y/n awake
She gasped, her body flinching as she shot up from the bed, completely off guard. Her wide eyes, still hazy from sleep, met mine and for a second, all I saw was pure shock on her face
She looked... fragile. Dressed in an oversized pj, her hair a mess, her lips parted slightly as she struggled to process my sudden presence
But I didn't come here to admire her
"J-Jungkook...?"
Her voice was laced with fear, I stepped forward, kicking the door shut behind me. The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thick
She sat frozen on the bed, her breathing uneven
"You think you can just fucking run away from me?" My voice was low, lethal
She stiffened, sinking in to the bed, Her fingers clutched the sheets, her throat bobbing as she swallowed
"I-I wasn't running away, I just wanted to meet my parents-"
"With the permission of who?" I cut her off, my gaze dark. "Do you have any fucking idea what you've done?"
"I don't need your permissi-"
"Like hell you do!"
I was in front of her in a second, my hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look at me "You don't get to leave the mansion as you please, not without me knowing. Not ever"
My words were slow, deliberate, Her eyes flared with something close to defiance
"I needed space, I was hating every bit of myself staying locked up in your fucking mansion..." she yelled, her voice trembling
I let out a low chuckle, leaning in closer until my lips brushed against hers
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
