Episode 12

Months passed, but Jungkook's behavior remained unchanged. Everything was spiraling, leaving you feeling upset and unsettled. One evening, while organizing your wardrobe, a knock on your door interrupted you.

"Yes?" you murmured.

Jungkook entered, his face as neutral as ever, holding an invitation card.

"Get ready. We're meeting our business partners," he said, dropping the card on your bed. "Dress nicely. Don't make me repeat myself." With that, he left, closing the door behind him.

You stared blankly at Jungkook, feeling a pang of pain as he treated you like a stranger. Helpless, you quickly changed into a white dress, styled your hair into a bun, and wore heels. When Jungkook grabbed the car keys and headed out, you followed, slipping into the backseat.

"To the front," he ordered sternly. You complied without delay. Jimin and Tae joined for business reasons.

At the venue, you parked and headed inside. While Jungkook mingled with his partners, you spent time with their spouses. A roaming cameraman, finding you attractive, asked to take your photo.

"Excuse me, ma'am," the photographer called.

"Yes?" You turned to him.

"May I take your picture? I'm the assigned photographer. If you want photos with your friends..."

"Actually, I..." You glanced around for Jungkook, hoping to take a picture with him.

"I can take a solo picture. You're very attractive," he complimented, chuckling.

"Thanks, but I'm not much into photos," you replied with a smile.

"Oh? Why not? You're so gorgeous... Let's take one and see the results?"

"Well... okay," you agreed, thinking one photo couldn't hurt.

Jungkook noticed you chatting and smiling with the cameraman, feeling a surge of jealousy but forced himself to stay composed.

The cameraman showed you the photo, and you leaned in to take a look. Impressed, you complimented his photography skills.

Jungkook, unable to contain his jealousy, started walking towards you.

"By any chance, are you single? I doubt it..." the cameraman chuckled.

"Y/N," Jungkook's voice came from behind, making your face go pale at his warning look.

The cameraman turned to greet Jungkook respectfully. "Mr. Jeon? You two...?"

"Take our picture together. I don't want my wife alone in photos," Jungkook demanded.

With a fake, angry smile, he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close, his other hand in his pocket.

Your heart raced as Jungkook's arm wrapped around your waist, possessively. He lightly smacked your hip before pulling away.

"Now go and sit," he ordered.

You found a seat near the bar and sipped a mocktail. Jungkook went to the bathroom while Jimin and Tae kept an eye on you. A random guy, who had been eyeing you for a while, approached politely and tapped your shoulder.

"Hey," the man said.

"Yes?" you replied, looking up.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

You glanced around for Jimin, Tae, or Jungkook, feeling panicked.

"Sorry, but my husb—"

"Don't worry, I'm married. I just want to sit. What's wrong?" he said, sounding annoyed.

You hesitated but then looked away, letting him sit next to you. An announcement caught your attention, and while you were distracted, the man quietly poured a substance into your drink. You sipped your mocktail, soon feeling numb and lightheaded. Jimin noticed the man beside you but wasn't sure something was wrong until your head fell onto the table. The man tried to rest your head on his shoulder while the bartender watched silently. Jimin hurried to Jungkook, who had just come out of the bathroom.

"Hey, Koo. Do you know that man beside Y/N?" Jimin whispered, pointing at you.

Jungkook looked up, his blood boiling at the sight of your head on another man's shoulder. He quietly told Jimin, "You guys stay here. I'll be going home now..."

"Jk, please don't mess up—" Jimin began, but Jungkook was already moving.

He tapped the man's shoulder and took your lightheaded, drowsy body away from him.

"Stay away from her!" Jungkook growled, grabbing the man's collar. Jimin quickly took you, checking your condition. You were barely conscious. Tae rushed over to Jungkook, trying to prevent a scene.

"Jungkook-ah, stop! Go home. Jk, stop it!" Tae urged, grabbing his arm.

Everyone at the party watched the commotion. Jungkook, veins bulging in anger, turned to you. He grabbed your wrist firmly and hissed,

"You... You need a lesson..."

"Jk, stop it," Jimin pleaded one last time, but Jungkook shot him a stern look. Without another word, he pulled you away, ignoring your attempts to make him listen.

"Jk, please—listen to me. It's not what you think..." Your voice was weak, and you couldn't stop him. Tae and Jimin, worried, followed you both home. Jungkook drove recklessly, his anger evident in his clenched jaw and sweaty forehead. He stopped the car outside the house, grabbed your arm, and pulled you inside roughly.

"Jk, stop! You're hurting me! At least listen to me!" Tears streamed down your face, but he didn't stop. Jimin and Tae followed silently. Mrs. Kook, alarmed, intervened.

"Jk, what are you doing? Stop it! What happened?"

Jimin held Mrs. Kook back, urging everyone to keep quiet and go to bed. Mrs. Kook watched in worry as Jungkook dragged you upstairs, ignoring your pleas. You feared he might push you from the balcony, but he dragged you into the room instead.

You resisted, but his grip was too strong.

"Jk, no! Stop it! This isn't fair... I didn't do anything. I don't even know him!" Your cries echoed through the mansion, but no one dared to interfere. Jungkook threw you onto the bed and locked the door. He drew the curtains and kept the lights off, your cries fueling his anger.

"Jk... please... listen to me. I didn't—"

"Shut up. Just shut up! You're acting like a whore. Do you understand? I told you to stay away from any man who isn't me! Didn't I?"

He yelled as he removed his shirt, loosening his tie. Advancing towards you, he pinned your hands above your head.

"You... you're only mine," he declared, his face inches away from yours.

"Jk... no... please... stop it..." you pleaded softly.

"...and I will claim you today," he declared in a husky voice. Before you could utter a word, he silenced you with a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue entwining with yours, leaving you breathless. He continued to explore and possess you, his kisses trailing down your neck and collarbone, then back to your lips.

"Jk! Stop! Please, stop it! Hajima! I didn't do anythi—"

Each time you tried to protest, he silenced you with another deep kiss, this time even more intense. He spread your legs apart, positioning himself between your thighs, his mouth hungrily claiming you while his hands caressed your sides.

You were praying that he won't proceed because of the period cramps you were experiencing before the upcoming periods. But he wasn't aware. He wasted no time and straddled you, losing in the trance of pleasure and tipsy behavior. the man who didn't like to talk to you is claiming you as his.

You groaned and cried with pain in the kisses as He went rough with you, every time thrusting hard in anger. He pulled back from kiss, Breathing heavily but still pushing your limits to the extent. Hearing your pleading cries and groans only made him fuel the fire. He continued to push your limits until you surrendered to his body. he recklessly punished you for 2 hours in that tipsy and weak behavior. 

"You...are mine. Mine and mine alone...understood?" He said panting after claiming you as his. He was tired and he fell to your side and instantly fell asleep.