Unwanted || Jungkook ff

"Did it hurt, princess?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock concern.

I couldn't form any words, fear paralyzing my vocal cords. His face grew stern as he pulled me closer, leaving no gap between us. "I don't like to repeat myself, princess," he said, his voice now dangerously low.

When I didn't respond, his eyes darkened further. He gripped my hair tightly, forcing me to meet his gaze. The pain from his rough hold sent a sharp jolt through me, but I couldn't look away.

"Answer me," he demanded, his voice a cold whisper.
"It does," I stammered, my voice barely audible. "But why are you causing all this?"
"Why?" he chuckled darkly. "So, you have no idea what upsets me." His grip on my hair tightened, causing tears to well up in my eyes. "I told you, didn't I? You're mine. And I will do whatever it takes to make you understand that. You can smile at everyone but not me. You can talk sweetly with everyone but not me. Why, just damn why?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. The room seemed to close in around me, the air thick with tension and fear. "Please," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I just need some time."

His gaze softened slightly, though his grip remained firm. "Time?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Time is something you don't have, princess. You need to accept this-accept us."

I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. The reality of my situation crashed over me like a tidal wave. Jungkook's obsession, his relentless need to possess me, left me feeling trapped and powerless.
When I finally opened my eyes, he was still staring at me, his expression unreadable. "I... I understand," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

"Good," he replied, releasing his grip on my hair. He cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "Because the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for both of us."