A Mutually-Assured Attachment ✔️

Part 1

Jungkook was ready to hurl another punch when you ran forward and grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Kook, please. Please don't do it." You make begging eyes at him while clutching his arm.

"Then what else am I supposed to do?! He fucking kissed you!" He yelled, creating a considerably larger commotion in the restaurant. Waiters, servers, and chefs all stepped out of their stations to see what was going on.

"We can talk about it quietly! Please just stop it!" You muttered it between clenched teeth, tears welling up in your eyes.

He stares at you for a while, breathing furiously before he aggressively yanks his arm from your grip. He was extremely mad. You've never seen him get this mad even when he had to deal with worse guys than this one. He had dealt with many similar situations before, but this was by far the most vexing. It frightened you.

"You're right. Let's leave!" He clenched his jaw and grabbed your wrist firmly making you hiss as it hurt a bit.

"You're hurting me, Jungkook!" You wince trying to get free of his grip but it was too tight.

Jungkook loosened his grasp so he wouldn't hurt you, but hearing you call him by his name rather than "kook" made him scoff since he understood what it meant. That you were mad at him.

So, as he drags you out of the restaurant, he slams you against his car. Your eyes grew larger as you recoiled. Then, without saying anything, he kissed you hard and fast, his fingers digging into your hair. Your mouths collide, his teeth brushing against your lips and tongue. Desire slams into him like a punch to the gut.

He tried to get into your mouth by biting the underside of your lip, but you kept it shut. You began to cry, but he didn't notice so he kept kissing you. You were out of breath and Jungkook's heady aroma enveloping you, also added in, persuading you to part your lips and inhale deeply, which he took advantage of by sliding his tongue into your mouth, totally engulfing you.

"Jungkook, stop please." You cried, pushing him away from the kiss and then instantly covering your face in your palms.

Jungkook's eyes softened at your state, feeling extremely guilty for making you cry. He gently grabs your palms and removes them from your eyes, then, he cups your face in his palms wiping your tears with his thumbs. "Look I'm sorry, okay?" He whispered, pulling you to his chest, embracing you tight.

"No, you're not," you yelled as you pushed yourself out of the embrace and looked him in the eyes. Your heart ached, and you weren't at ease just now. Jungkook has a habit of behaving in this manner, always dominating and being possessive. Even if a guy gives you a tiny stare, Jungkook becomes irritated, and as a result, you and he have had numerous arguments. What's more? You aren't even permitted to have male friends. You realized that not even your parents had ever been so domineering then how have you been dealing with it, with Jungkook. "I'm leaving, I'm going home." You clutch your eyes shut and sigh, then you begin to walk away from Jungkook unable to face him.

Jungkook rushes up to you, grabs your wrist, and pulls you back to him, preventing you from continuing your stroll. "You're not going anywhere," he says. "You're coming with me, Princess." He smirked, drawing you closer to his face on purpose since he knows it makes you nervous.

"I wanna go home. Just please, let go of me." Your voice cracks slightly as you whisper. You didn't feel the same way about him today as you used to. Everything seems to be coming apart, and nothing is the same anymore.

"No no no, baby. I can't let you go. I can't, I can never let you go. I'm never letting you go," He encircles your waist with his arms. While his hand roams up your exposed back in your lovely strapless dress, he bends his head down and tenderly kisses you.

You, on the other hand, were irritated. Jungkook wasn't paying attention to you; he was preoccupied with kissing you and having you all to himself. It irritated you that you were crying and wishing to return home, but he didn't seem to care. So you pushed him away with your entire force and swung your hand in the air, slamming your palm against his cheek, you slapped him.

Due to the force of the smack, he gasped and jerked his head to the side. He remained in that position for a few minutes, bringing his palm to his cheek, before turning to face you, a look of pain on his face. He then changes it into a drab expression. "What did I do wrong huh?!" He shouts all of a sudden making you flinch. "Absolutely nothing! Nothing! You hear me?!" He continued to shout, giving you a headache. You were in public, yelling at each other, some people even gathering up at the situation but you both didn't care. 

"Stop playing the victim here! You constantly control me, letting me do absolutely nothing! You robbed me of my freedom, you don't listen to me, you just care about what you want! You're selfish, Jungkook!" brutally crying, your breathing becomes heavy, resulting in the inability to speak or produce sounds even resembling words. "This is not love, Jungkook! This is torture!" Your face becomes blotchy and red, your eyes get bloodshot, and your eyelids puff up. You had no idea how your date would end up like this, but you also realize that this is the ideal time to call it quits with him. To put a stop to it all and move on.

"I was just trying to protect you, Y/N. I-I was too scared-d. I was scared of losing you." His voice cracked a little when he spoke gently this time instead of shouting. He stared at you, tears welling up in his eyes. He had expected a great dinner date with you tonight; he had no idea it would finish with them destroying one other's hearts.

"Well you lost me! I'm breaking up with you!" You scream and tear the necklace chain that Jungkook had given you a month earlier from your neck with all your wrath. You take his hand in yours and place the necklace in his palm. Jungkook's mouth and eyes were wide open in surprise as he gazed at you. His heart ripped as much as the jewelry you had just ripped apart. He can't spend a day without you, how will he deal with it forever now? Long strands of tears fall down his eyes.

"What?" Voice cracking, he peered at you with a broken expression, his heart racing.

"Look, it's better for the both of us...we're better off without each other." You grab his hand and hold it in yours as you speak to him while crying.

"How is this better for us?! This is torture, I can't live without you!" He jerked his hand out of your clutches and yelled. He grips his hair hard in exasperation and sighs deeply, unable to contain his rage. He can't imagine not having you in his life. You've been with him for two and a half years, he's gotten obsessed, and if you leave him, he'll lose his mind.

"This relationship was going to come to an end anyway, it's over." You whisper and deeply breathe in. Your heart felt heavy but light at the same time. It was lacking something which made it ache, encouraging you to cry all over again. You turn your head from him and begin to walk away but he grabs you turns you around.

"Aren't you being selfish right now?" he held you tight by the arm, showing you how mad you've made him. "You're only doing this because it makes you happy. You don't care about how I feel, you never did." With his wicked gaze, he sneered.

You stare him down without flinching, and you aggressively take his hand with your free hand and release your arms from it. "It's over...over." You barked and turned around to walk away from him, absolutely breaking his heart.

He keeps his eyes on you without blinking, as you walk away from him, taking each piece of his heart with you as you take each step away from him. He stands there watching as you go away and slowly vanish into the darkness of the night, deep in an unknown valley.

He likewise turns around and starts going back to his car, where he opens the door and takes a seat. Your perfume entered his nostrils quickly, and he looked over to the empty seat next to him, imagining you'd be here right now if none of that had occurred. He then digs into his pocket and pulls a small squared velvet box from there. He lifts the lid, displaying a stunning diamond ring that he had intended to see on your finger after he proposed to you after dinner tonight. He had the shattered necklace in his other hand, the one you had just torn from your neck. Then he clenched his jaw as he looked in the mirror. "Y/N, I promise...I promise, I'll bring you back..." he spoke as he clutched tighter onto the necklace and ring. "But this time not as my girlfriend...but as my wife." He said and began driving home furiously.

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