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People have their typical enemies to lovers, where the hate never lasts or wasn't really there to begin with. But this transcending reality of hate between Jeongguk and his toxic muse spiralled so well, that even they couldn't forbid it. "You're just a fucking pervert with a lot of money and power. That's the only thing you have besides waving your small dick around." "You think I care, in my world sweetheart, pretty young faces like yours are our first target so I'd be careful and watch that mouth of yours." His hand travelled around my neck tightly, choking me just enough for me to still hear what he was saying. "Im the Don of this country and the head of the table, my empire so fucking rich you wouldn't even be able to comprehend it. I can do as I please and no one would even blink to question me, you know why princess?" My eyes burned with distain as I clawed at his hand struggling to regain my composure as he's eyes loomed over my innocent skin. Taking every inch of me with his twisted gaze as he finally locked eyes back with mine. "Fear." I scoffed under his grip before speaking again "Fears a f-fucking illusion, especially w-when you have t-to use it on a g-gir-" His grip tightened hard around my neck fully blocking my airwaves as his face moved closer to mine. His lips ghosting gently on my ear. "Oh really." He chuckled against me, his hot breath burning down my body with a wave of arousal surge down to my own heat. "Well I promise you sweetheart we can make that a reality hmm, you want that?" A faint whimper left my lips as I shook my head no... "Words" "N-no Jeongguk." Lowing me down from the wall with a sick pleasure painted on his lips he slowly released my neck from his terrifying grip and watched intently as I gasped for air holding my neck with bloodshot eyes. "Now perform for me, princess." SSEX: JENKOOK FANIC COMING 2026
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