𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 ||𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅🔞||

C H A P T E R : 16

Her soul left her body, she froze then looked up with her big wide doe eyes... A satisfied smirk appeared on his lips as he finally got a reaction out of her...

"That's right little Dove, we didn't stop talking by your oppa I am actually going to kiss you right now"

Her breath caught her throat, she was scared of him now...

"Where is my oppa" she somehow managed to ask him... Jungkook froze for a bit- No he can't...

"You know what little Dove you're gonna live with me from now on"

A cruel smirk appeared on his lips again, but that quickly faded when her shocked scared doe eyes pricked with tears again...

"I told you don't cry, guess you really want it..."

He slowly got up and made his way towards the couch on which she's sitting right now... Stopped right in front of her he smirked...

Suddenly he picked her up and made his way towards the bedroom, she was wriggling trying to set free from his grip... But he's way too strong for her. She pushed his chest but he didn't even moved, only smirked. Her heart thundered in her chest as the door clicked shut behind them. She was trembling, visibly and uncontrollably, like a leaf clinging to a branch in a storm. Her tiny hands were still pressed to his chest, futilely trying to push him away. But he was unmoved. A steel wall wrapped in warmth and power.

He looked down at her — those frightened, innocent doe eyes looking up at him, wide and glistening. For a split second, something flickered behind his eyes. Something he didn't want to acknowledge. Something dangerously close to guilt.

But then it was gone.

His smirk returned, slow and sure, like he knew he had her now — cornered, helpless, his little dove trapped in his cage.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Don’t be scared of me. I would never hurt you.”

But she didn’t believe him. She couldn’t. Not when her heart was screaming at her to run. Not when the man who once smiled at her from afar was now towering above her with eyes that devoured every inch of her presence.

“I want to go home,” she whispered, voice so quiet it was almost carried away by the air.

He paused for a moment — a sharp inhale, a twitch of the jaw. But instead of answering, he leaned down and whispered against her lips.

“Home is with me now.”

Before she could protest, she felt it — soft and slow. His lips brushed hers. Barely. A feather of a touch. But it stole the breath from her lungs.

She gasped. Froze.

He kissed her again, this time more firm, still slow. Still strangely gentle. Like he was savoring something forbidden. Her fists trembled at his chest, and her lips remained unmoving under his.

But he didn’t stop.

His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing the skin beneath her eye, wiping away the tear that had slipped down. “You’re too beautiful when you cry,” he murmured, pressing another kiss at the corner of her lips.

She shook her head slightly. Her lips trembled. But not with desire—only fear. Confusion. Betrayal.

“Where’s my oppa…?” she managed again, voice cracking under pressure.