Subdued Stallion [21+] - Jungkook FF [COMPLETED]

Episode 30 - One Last Night [18+]

Author's PoV

Namjoon got off from the car and stood still for a second, studying the big modern mansion that stood infront of him.
The security at the main door, looked at him with slightly furrowed eyebrows, and crossed his arms against his chest.
Lowering his eyes to the door, Namjoon snickered looking at the man and took off his sunglasses. He knew he wasn't welcomed here.
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Jungkook paused and panted, catching his breaths. His body bathed in sweat and radiating vengeful heat through his wet skin. He bit his lower lip, clicking his neck left and right before continuing to punch the black bag that hung in front of him.

Mr Hak: "Young master..."
Within minutes he interrupted him.

Jk: "Yes?"
He replied, continuing to punch the bag vigorously, not wasting even a second.
Mr Hak, breathed in deep before he spoke...
Mr Hak: "Mr Kim Namjoon from the NIS is here to see you. He's saying it's something important."
He said politely.
Jungkook paused and chuckled looking up before turning to Mr Hak.
Jk: "Send him in."
He said and turned his attention back to the punching bag.

Namjoon walked in after a minute or so and stood staring at Jungkook, who was busy, practicing relentlessly. The eagerness had increased ten fold today, as it wasn't the bag he usually practiced on.

Namjoon: "You know I could prosecute you for this."
He said watching the small puddle of blood collecting under the bag, it expanded drop by drop as he watched.
Jungkook paused and sighed, almost disappointed he had been stopped from his fun filled session.
Jk: "For practicing?!"
He questioned after a smirk without turning.
Namjoon: "No, practicing isn't illegal, but for practicing it on THEM, yes."
He replied, putting his hands in his trousers' pockets.
Jk: "I see, you've come looking for your friends."
He turned raising one of his eyebrows.
Namjoon: "You should have handed them over."
He said firmly.
Undoing his boxing gloves and chuckling to himself, Jungkook walked towards Namjoon.
Jk: "I just wanted to play for a bit. That's all. Anyway, I'm bored now. You can take them if you want. Sorry if their skulls are smashed."
He shrugged with an apology, calm and cocky, he's body language asserted he's anything but apologetic.
Namjoon snickered, watching him walk past him. He's partly content about what Jungkook had done to them, since he wouldn't be able to do the same deserving punishment in an interrogation room. He'd have to adhere to laws and regulations.
Namjoon: "Is y/n ok?"
He asked turning and watching him walk away.
Jk: "She's fine, they've used a strong sedative. The doctor she'd wake up in few hours."
He replied after pausing.
Smiling with his pursed lips, Namjoon nodded a more abetting nod.
Jk: "Tell her father she's well."
He said and walked away as Namjoon watched him for few seconds before turning to call backup to collect the contents of the blood soaked punching bag.

Jungkook's PoV

Sat on the chair by the window, I watched her from afar. The two maids finished tending her and wrapped her body in soft cotton sheets, before preparing to dress her. She was still deeply unconscious, the sedative hadn't worn off. But the doctor had reassured she's fine and would wake up soon. I waited yearningly for those eyes to open.
My eyes fell on the slightly torn, crinkled wedding dress set aside on the stool, by the bed. It stared back at me, mourning of all the tear drops she had shed without me, the struggles and pains she had endured in the absence of my embrace.

Jk: "Stop."
I said to the maid who was about to dress her.
Jk: "That's enough, you can leave."
I ordered, standing up from the chair.
They both bowed and disappeared quickly and I advanced closer to the bed.
I sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her. Somehow, the sense of possession and the desires had grown even stronger since she disappeared. But my feelings are also stitched with this certain futile anger, which I managed to subdue so far. Softly rubbing her cheek with my thumb, I leaned over her placing a gentle kiss on her chin.
Jk: "Wake up soon, baby. I'm dying."
I implored snuggling under her warm neck, and wrapping my arms around her.