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Jungkook’s grip on the belt tightened.
“Go back, Taehyung” he said finally, his voice deep.
“Hyung—” Taehyung’s voice cracked, desperate.
“Now, Taehyung.”
The sharpness in Jungkook’s tone silenced him at once.
Taehyung’s fists curled tightly at his sides, his whole body shaking with helplessness.
But one look at Jungkook’s cold eyes told him he had no choice. Slowly, he stepped back, his jaw tight, his chest rising
Yn stood frozen, her breathing uneven.
Her palm was shaking badly.
Jungkook raised the belt again.
The fifth strike landed.
The sound cracked through the room, sharp and merciless
. Yn gasped loudly, her knees bending slightly under the sting.
Her free hand grabbed her thigh as though she needed something to hold herself upright.
Her whole body shook from the pain.
Jungkook’s eyes lingered on her for a moment.
“One more.”
The sixth and final strike came down, harder, sharper.
It stung across her palm so fiercely she cried out,loudly.
She stood there, shoulders trembling, her head bowed low,she was ashamed to look at him.
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But Jungkook wasn’t finished.
“Thighs,” he said coldly.
Yn’s head jerked up,“Jungkook—please—”
“Step forward,” he ordered. His tone left no space for hesitation.
Her legs felt like stone, but she moved. Step by step, she walked until she stood where Taehyung had been minutes ago.
Her hands gripped the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles turning white.
Jungkook didn’t tell her to roll up her jeans like taehyung.
He didn’t have to.
Denim or not, the belt would do its work.
The first strike snapped across the top of her thighs.
“A-ah—” she gasped, her knees buckling.
“Stay still,” Jungkook commanded. His voice carried no emotion.
The second came quickly, harder than the first.
“ahh...” she bit her lip so hard she could taste blood. Tears streamed freely now. “It hurts…”
“It’s meant to,” he replied simply, his expression unchanging.
The third strike landed, forcing a muffled cry from her throat.
Her body bent forward slightly, shoulders shaking.
“Hands on the table,” Jungkook reminded firmly when her grip loosened.
“I’m trying—” her voice cracked, raw with tears.
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