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Her eyes mirrored the storm brewing inside her.
Fear, confusion, disbelief.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably, her breath shallow and panicked. Every fibre of her being screamed resistance, but her voice came out like a plea, fragile and broken. Jungkook felt his chest tighten at the sight. Guilt flickered in his heart, a pang of pain at having brought her to this edge. But guilt could never outweigh obsession.
He had made up his mind. She was his.
Not a desire. Not a wish.
A decision. To have her. To love her.
"Ple-please... please don’t. Don’t do this."
Her voice cracked as the sob escaped her lips. Her tears slid down cheeks flushed from the overwhelming emotions she couldn’t contain anymore.
Jungkook stepped closer, slower this time, trying not to alarm her more than she already was. He picked up a glass of water from the table and extended it towards her.
"Here. Drink this and calm down," he said softly, almost coaxing.
She recoiled, taking a step back as if even the nearness of him scorched her skin. She didn’t trust him. Not anymore.
"Yn," his voice dropped a note lower, firmer, “Drink it. Don’t make it harder for yourself.”
It came out harsher than intended, but his patience was thinning. She was breaking in front of him, and all he could do was watch, when all he truly wanted was to wrap her in his arms, wipe her tears and promise her the world.
She took the glass, her fingertips brushing against his, making her flinch and pull back quickly.
He watched every subtle movement how even her sips were cautious, how her lashes fluttered as she avoided eye contact.
But she wasn’t avoiding him. She was trying to survive him. To tolerate him.
Placing the glass back on the table with visibly trembling fingers, she looked at him.
“Good,” he muttered, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I’ll make this simple,” he continued, voice low, almost too calm. “You have two choices. One—you marry me, and I assure you, not only will your father's business remain untouched, I’ll personally make sure it flourishes. I’ll protect your family as my own. Or…” He paused. His gaze turned sharper, colder. “I start buying out every shareholder I can find—twice their asking price. And then I’ll tear your father’s legacy apart, brick by brick.”
His words were razor-sharp, each syllable slicing through her hope like a blade.
Her knees nearly gave out beneath her.
“I—I can’t,” she whispered. “I’m not ready for marriage. Please… please try to understand.”
Her voice cracked again, eyes glossed over with another wave of tears, her figure frozen in helplessness. Every inch of her begged for understanding, for kindness, for the boy she thought she once knew.
But Jungkook just stared at her, as if trying to convince his own heart that this pain would pass. That she would forgive him. That she’d love him eventually. He clenched his jaw, his fists curling tightly at his sides.
She didn’t understand now, but one day… one day she’d understand the depth of his love and him.
He wished he could wipe those tears, hold her till the fear melted away. But he had to wait. She needed to come to him—not out of fear, but out of surrender.
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Strings Attached
Fanfiction"Marry me." Her breath caught, the words slicing through her chest. "Wh-what? You can't be serious-" "I wasn't asking, YN," Jungkook's voice was steel. "You have to marry me." She shook her head, anger flaring. "You can't force me! I'm not marrying...
