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...
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Once he was certain she had swallowed every last drop, he finally pulled away.
Yn immediately choked, coughing violently as she struggled to catch her breath. Her chest burned, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. Jungkook, however, simply watched her.
Then, with a slow smirk, he brought his thumb to the corner of his lips, wiping away the remaining traces of the red liquor.
After several painful breaths, Yn finally looked up at him.
Her eyes were red and glassy from coughing, her breathing still uneven. She stared at him.
And he stared right back.
The room fell into silence once again.
Yn's eyes burned with anger and resentment. Her lips trembled slightly, stained with the remnants of the bitter alcohol. Jungkook's dark gaze lingered there for a moment too long.
His hand rose and tugged some of her hair, before wrapped around the back of her neck.
Her eyes clearly displayed unpleasant thought going in there her mind. He can sense it, he can read her.
Jungkook: Something you want to say?
He asked quietly.
Yn held his gaze for a moment. Her breathing was uneven, her jaw tight. There was anger in her eyes, but also defiance to give him the satisfaction again.
Yn: I hate you...
The words left her mouth before she could stop them.
For a split second, neither of them moved, neither said a word.
Without another word, Jungkook captured her lips again in a fierce kiss.
Yn's fingers clenched against his chest, caught off guard by the sudden intensity. His hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to his advantage as he deepened the kiss, leaving her breathless. The faint taste of alcohol lingered between them, bitter and sweet all at once. His other hand slid from her knee to her hip, sending an involuntary shiver through her body.
He was relentless, consuming every protest she tried to form.
Then, a sharp knock echoed through the room.
But it didn't stop him.
He lingered for another moment, as if unwilling to let her go.
Thomas: Boss, Mr. Marco is here...
Thomas called from the other side of the door.
Only then did Jungkook finally pull away.
Yn remained frozen, struggling to catch her breath. Her lips were swollen, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight before him seemed to satisfy him completely.
