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."The real lover is a man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space." - Marilyn Monroe

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Y/N stirred from her slumber, the soft, familiar sound of her niece's cries pulling her from sleep. Dasom, with her chubby, milky cheeks, was a perfect blend of both her parents. Grumpy like her father, yet with the pure innocence of her mother.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang in her chest every time she saw their little family. It was a reminder of how alone she felt in the world. After everything that had happened, she wasn't sure where she belonged anymore. Her old place, her past-it all felt like a distant memory. No one had ever offered her a spare room, a place to belong. No one had ever truly been her family, not since...

Her parents had run away in their teenage years, seeking a love that none of their families had approved of. Both sets of grandparents had abandoned them, caring only for status. Y/N often wondered if her parents had ever felt the weight of that abandonment. They had faced the world together, but when Y/N was born, she couldn't help but feel like a burden.

"As you were born, our family was filled with joy. Don't think of yourself as low, Y/N." Her mother's words rang in her ears, a constant reminder of their love and protection. Even now, when she felt like the world was closing in, those words offered her a shield.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, the memories of her childhood a bittersweet ache. Her parents and brother had been her angels, their love unwavering. But that was all gone now, leaving only echoes.

Memories are like a wildfire. Once ignited, they can't be stopped until they've burned everything in their path, leaving only the ash of pain behind.

She shook her head, trying to escape the grasp of her sorrowful past. The sun had already risen, its bright light spilling across the sky as she slowly rose from her bed. She was staying at Aera's house today, her dear friend, who had become like a sister to her. It had been a while since she'd visited, especially after Dasom's birth.

Aera wasn't her blood relative, but in the years since Y/N had come to Seoul, Aera had become her closest family. She'd met her at the coffee shop where she worked before the warden had kicked her out, forcing her to live on her own in a cozy apartment.

Aera had changed everything. She treated Y/N as if she were her own sister, and Jason, her husband, welcomed Y/N as his own.

But the weight of Y/N's past still lingered, a quiet shadow that followed her everywhere. She didn't know how much more she had to endure, how many more turns her life had to take. At 22, it felt like she had lived a lifetime of struggles, yet nothing ever seemed to improve.

As Y/N entered the hall, she was met with the sound of Dasom's loud sobs. Aera and Jason were struggling with their baby, their little cyclone causing chaos as they tried to calm her down.

Jason held Dasom in his arms, cooing at her, but nothing seemed to work. The baby cried as though she'd lost the only chocolate bar she'd ever gotten.

"Honey, you can't even take care of our baby?" Aera said, her voice tinged with both concern and frustration as she waved a toy in front of the child to try and distract her.

"I'm trying!" Jason said, his face contorting into a series of funny expressions in an attempt to make Dasom laugh. But nothing worked. It seemed like the situation was only getting worse.

Y/N sighed, knowing she had to step in. "Brother, can I hold her?" she asked softly, offering to take the baby from Jason.

As she gently picked Dasom up and cradled her, she started patting her back, trying to coax a burp from the little one.

The couple watched, stunned by the change.

In seconds, Dasom stopped crying, her little body relaxing in Y/N's arms. She even began giggling and bouncing happily, a look of contentment on her face.

Aera, still watching, raised an eyebrow. "I think dasom might like you, Y/N," she teased, watching her with Dasom.

Y/N smiled softly, grateful for the warmth that Aera and Jason had brought into her life. She might not have had the family she once dreamed of, but in moments like this, she felt something close enough.

As the day wore on, Jason had stepped out for some work. Dasom was taking a quick nap, her tiny form curled up on the couch, blissfully unaware of the tension that was about to unfold. Y/N and Aera busied themselves with preparing food, the task a welcome distraction from the strange restlessness in the air. They had no way of knowing how much their world was about to change.

Then Jason came rushing inside, panting heavily, his face flushed with panic. Aera's brow furrowed in concern-Jason wasn't the type to panic. He was always the calm one, the one who fixed everything. Seeing him in such a state made her stomach churn with unease.

Without a word, Jason hastily began dragging everyone out of the house, locking the door behind him. His urgency was unsettling. Aera couldn't understand what was happening, but she could feel the gravity of it. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

"What's going on, Jason?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady, but the anxiety was creeping in.

"We have to go. Now," he muttered under his breath, his eyes darting around as if expecting someone to jump out from the shadows.

The sound of a truck engine cut through the air as it passed by. Jason didn't hesitate, rushing them all towards it. They hopped in without thinking twice, not knowing who the driver was or where they were headed. From Jason's perspective, they were simply escaping the reach of the dangerous gangster he owed money to.

But little did they know, someone was watching them from afar.

A deep voice suddenly rumbled from the shadows, breaking the silence that had enveloped the truck as it sped off.

"Mm! This Jason guy didn't just owe us money; he owed a lot of other people, too. And can you believe it? I never knew Jason had such a gorgeous sister!" The voice was thick with mockery and amusement, sending a chill down Y/N's spine.

The words made her heart race, her thoughts spiraling. Who were these people, and how much danger were they truly in?

The truck continued its journey as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the land. Despite the tranquility of the scene, Jason couldn't shake off the fear that gripped him, the fear instilled by his past dealings with the gangster.

"Brother, what happened?" Y/N asked softly, her voice filled with concern as she turned toward Jason. "Why are you doing all this?"

Jason exhaled sharply, his face tight with worry. "I took some money from a gangster in XXX city," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I paid him half, but I couldn't pay a single penny after Dasom was born. I couldn't pay him back, so I had to get out... shift to somewhere else."

The weight of his words sank into the air, thickening the already tense atmosphere. "He finds out about our family. He doesn't know about you... but he will. And when he does... you have to go away from us."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat as she processed what he was saying. She stared at Jason, her heart aching. The thought of leaving him, of running away and abandoning her family, was unbearable. She could never do that.

"No. I won't leave you," she replied firmly, her voice trembling but resolute. "We're in this together. Whatever happens, we'll face it together. You're not alone in this."

Jason's eyes softened at her words, the tension in his body easing slightly. She could see the weight lift off his shoulders as he nodded, grateful for her unwavering support.

"Thanks, Y/N," he murmured. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

She gave him a reassuring smile, though her heart was still heavy. She knew the danger wasn't over yet, and the road ahead would only get more treacherous. But for now, she held on to the one thing she could control-her resolve to protect the people she loved.

The truck came to a sudden halt, jerking everyone forward in their seats. Jason's hand shot out to steady Aera, who was momentarily disoriented. Y/N instinctively reached for Dasom, holding her little sister closer.

Jason's face hardened as he looked out the window, his expression darkening. "This is where we need to be," he muttered, his voice low and full of warning.

Y/N glanced around, confusion settling in her chest. What was going on? Why had they stopped here?

As they all climbed out of the truck, the air seemed to grow colder. The sound of waves crashing against the shore and the smell of saltwater filled her senses as she looked around, taking in her surroundings. They had arrived at a shipyard-an isolated, desolate place that sent a shiver down her spine.

Before she could even process what was happening, four black-suited men appeared out of nowhere, quickly surrounding Jason and Aera. Y/N's heart dropped as the men grabbed them, dragging them away.

"No!" Y/N screamed, her voice raw with fear. She sprinted away, taking cover behind one of the old containers, her mind racing. What were they going to do to them?

She could hear her heart pounding in her chest, each beat a reminder that they were running out of time. She couldn't lose them. She couldn't let them be taken.

Then, in a sudden blur of movement, someone grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the darkness of another weathered container. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she turned to face her captor.

A man. Tall, strong, and cloaked in shadows. She couldn't see his face, but his presence was undeniable. He looked at her with piercing eyes, his gaze intense and unyielding.

"Who are you?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she held Dasom closer to her chest, trying to protect her at all costs.

The man didn't respond immediately. He simply stared at her, his expression unreadable. There was something about his eyes-something deep, almost haunting-that made her shiver.

"Who are you?" she repeated, her voice trembling. "Did they kidnap you too?"

He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. His silence only deepened her unease. But she couldn't afford to let fear take hold. She needed answers.

Dasom began to stir in her arms, her soft cries breaking the tension in the air. Y/N quickly rocked her back to sleep, her hands shaking with worry.

The man watched her silently, his gaze never wavering, and Y/N couldn't help but feel a strange connection between them. Something about him felt... familiar, even though they had never met before.

"Please... I need help," she whispered, barely able to get the words out. She didn't know why she trusted him, but she did. And in that moment, she knew she couldn't do this alone.

The man's eyes softened slightly as he looked at her, a glimmer of something unspoken passing between them. Finally, he spoke in a low, gravelly voice.

"Stay here. I'll go get the bottle for her," he said.

Y/N's eyes widened as she held Dasom tighter. "It's over there, near the truck. You'll see it. The bottle with the lid. Please hurry."

He gave a curt nod, his figure disappearing into the shadows of the shipyard. Y/N watched him go, her heart thumping in her chest.

Y/N's fingers trembled as she handed him the bottle's description. Her voice wavered slightly, though she tried to sound composed.

"It's over there, near the worn-out truck. You'll recognize it as a bottle with a distinct lid."

The man, who stood tall and confident, seemed unfazed by the situation. There was an arrogance to his demeanor, a sense that he'd seen and conquered far worse. He replied with a hint of sarcasm, "You could say it was a feeding bottle," as if the situation were trivial, before taking a step toward the maze of containers.

Before he could go any further, Y/N's hand shot out, tugging firmly at his sleeve. "It's not safe. I'll go get it, you st___," she began, her voice rising in desperation.

But before she could finish her sentence, his grip on her wrist tightened, pulling her into him. His presence felt like a storm-unrelenting and forceful, but oddly protective.

"Getting ready for an adventure?" he asked, his deep voice dripping with something both mysterious and commanding. "A man never abandons his woman to struggle," he added, his tone almost teasing as he smirked. "I will go get it," he declared boldly before disappearing into the dimly lit labyrinth of containers.

Y/N stood frozen for a moment, still processing the unexpected shift in energy. There was something about his words that left an imprint, something undeniably intense. When their gazes locked, she could feel an inexplicable pull between them-like a spark igniting in the darkest of rooms. Her trust, though cautious, was unmistakable as she handed him the responsibility of looking after Dasom, her eyes never leaving his retreating figure.

He was different from anyone she had ever met. She knew it, and even if it felt wrong to put so much trust in someone so soon, she couldn't shake the sense that he was the type of person who would protect what mattered most.

"I don't want you to get into trouble," she called out quietly, her voice laced with concern.

"Don't worry," he called back, his voice smooth and filled with quiet assurance. "Nothing happened to me, nor did I let any harm cross me to reach you."

His words felt like a promise-an unspoken vow that he'd make sure she'd be safe. It was almost as if the universe itself had conspired to bring them together in this exact moment. It was a feeling so intense, so immediate, that Y/N almost forgot to breathe.

"Be careful, you?" Her voice was barely a whisper now, unsure if she should even be asking him to do so much for her.

"Jeon Jungkook," he said, his name rolling off his tongue like velvet. His voice was dark and rich, the kind that could command a room with just a single word.

Y/N watched him disappear into the shadows of the containers, her heart oddly light despite the turmoil around her. She turned her focus back to Dasom, who was still in her arms, soothing the baby with soft, comforting words.

Minutes later, a hand emerged from the darkness-rough, yet oddly gentle as it offered the bottle to her.

"There you go," Jungkook's voice rumbled as his hand stayed outstretched. She took the bottle, her fingers brushing against his briefly. She didn't realize how much that simple touch sent a strange flutter through her chest.

She began feeding Dasom, but her mind was far from the task at hand.

"Is she your daughter?" Jungkook asked, his voice calm but tinged with curiosity.

Y/N stiffened slightly at the question, but shrugged it off, trying to act nonchalant. "No, she's my sister's daughter."

She didn't notice the slight shift in his expression, a flicker of something between intrigue and disappointment, but it faded just as quickly.

Jungkook's gaze lingered for a moment, then he casually asked, "Two figures caught my eye, bound with ropes. Could they be your family?"

Her breath caught in her throat. She looked over at him, her heart racing. Her emotions were still raw from everything that had happened, but the flood of questions erupted before she could stop them.

"How are they? Did you try to save them? Did someone hurt them?" Her voice trembled with a mixture of worry and helplessness, but Jungkook remained unfazed, his gaze steady and unwavering.

"They are surrounded by many guards," he replied, his words deliberate. "I sneaked in between them. They're fine."

She sighed deeply in relief, though there was still a gnawing fear in her gut. She gazed up at the darkening sky, a few tears slipping down her cheek, unnoticed by him.

"Haa, my parents died in an accident," she began, her voice distant and soft. "My relatives took me to an orphanage after that."

Jungkook's gaze softened for a split second as he listened, though his expression remained cold, inscrutable. He said nothing, but his presence was a strange kind of comfort, one that made her feel less alone in her grief.

"She was my friend. I met her in a coffee shop where I work," Y/N continued, her voice breaking as she recalled her life before everything changed. "She treated me like a little sister."

Her tears spilled freely now, memories of her escape from the orphanage flooding her mind. The loneliness, the demons that had haunted her for so long... it was all too much.

Jungkook's thoughts raced as he watched her, the vulnerable woman before him. She was so pure, so beautiful. His chest tightened. I don't like it when people cry. Why did her tears affect him so much? He usually didn't care. He could just walk away without a second thought. But with her...

Why am I feeling pain when she's teary? He clenched his jaw. Must be the alcohol I drank earlier. Jimin hyung always experiments with new stuff on me. He tried to dismiss the growing sensation in his chest, but something about her transparent eyes made him feel something he couldn't place. Something different.

WTF, stick it, Jungkook. He cursed inwardly, trying to push aside the strange connection, but it lingered, like an itch he couldn't scratch.

"I think we should check if they're still here or not."

The words left Jungkook's lips, but they felt like an afterthought. His eyes were locked on the emptiness around them, his expression unreadable. The place felt suffocating, like the calm before a storm. YN couldn't shake the tension in the air. It had been building for days, ever since they stepped into this godforsaken place.

As they stepped outside, the silence stretched, unbearable. No guards. No noise. The eerie quiet wrapped around them, pressing down.

"YN, help!" The frantic voice came from the distance. YN's heart pounded in her chest, and without thinking, she ran toward the sound.

"Don't worry, sis. We're here," she called, her voice carrying over the desolate surroundings. It was an odd sense of reassurance she offered, but she wasn't sure who she was trying to comfort - her family, or herself.

Jason's desperate eyes searched for his sister, and when he saw her, there was nothing but relief in his gaze. But then, his eyes shifted to where Jungkook stood. YN, who had been too focused on Jason's safety, didn't notice at first that Jungkook had Dasom in his arms, cradling her like a precious, fragile thing.

Jason's breath hitched. His gaze flickered to YN and then back to Jungkook. "Where's Dasom, YN?" His voice cracked, unable to hide the panic.

Jungkook, whose demeanor was as cold as ice, didn't flinch. He held the baby effortlessly, his expression hard but strangely protective. There was a flicker of something - was it pride, possessiveness? - in his eyes when he looked at YN, but it was quickly masked by a casual smirk.

Jason's eyes narrowed at the man before him. His mouth opened to say something, but before he could get a word out, the dark figure behind him spoke, a mocking tone lacing his words.

"Well, well... Jason, you didn't mention you had such a gorgeous sister-in-law." The man's voice dripped with sarcasm, his hands sliding around YN's waist with a predatory air.

She froze at the cold touch of his fingers, a shiver running down her spine as his body pressed closer to hers, trapping her. The familiar scent of cologne, too sharp and too close, mixed with his breath against her neck. Her pulse quickened, her body tense with the unwanted proximity.

Jason's warning growl was immediate. "Let her go."

But it was no use. The man's grip only tightened as he pulled her deeper into his embrace. YN struggled, the fear pooling in her stomach, but his hold on her was ironclad.

"You can't run from me, Birdy," his voice, low and menacing, slid over her skin like a blade. "Not now. Not ever."

Her chest tightened as his words dug into her, echoing the suffocating reality that she was trapped. The fear she'd been trying to suppress for so long clawed at her chest. But then... she thought of them. Jason, Aera, the baby. They couldn't get hurt. She wouldn't let that happen.

And yet, the grip around her neck grew tighter, squeezing the air from her lungs. His fingers, rough and unforgiving, choked her, and for a moment, the world went dark at the edges.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered cruelly, his breath hot against her ear, sending another shiver down her spine. "You and your family are mine now."

The sound of the gun being pulled from the man's holster was like a death knell in the air. YN's heart leaped in her throat. She knew this wasn't a bluff.

"But I'm generous," he sneered, his words dripping with venom. "I'll give you a choice. Let your family die... or come with me. Simple, really." He smirked, showing his teeth. "Your brother's debt will be cleared. You'll be safe... for a price."

Jason was on his knees now, pleading for her safety. "No! Take me instead! Leave them alone."

But the man only laughed, a dark sound that sent chills down YN's spine. "Not you, Jason. No, YN will decide."

YN's heart shattered at the thought of choosing one life over another. She didn't want to make this decision. She couldn't. But the pressure, the weight of it all, bore down on her chest, threatening to suffocate her.

"Five seconds," the man said, his voice a taunt. "Five..." He slapped Jason, sending a stinging slap echoing across the courtyard.

"Four..." Another blow, this time a punch to Jason's stomach that knocked the air out of him.

"Three... Two... Five seconds, Birdy."

YN's pulse raced. Her gaze flickered to Jason, to Aera, to the baby - their lives hanging in the balance. She felt the weight of their gazes upon her. Jason's pain. Aera's fear. She couldn't breathe.

Jungkook stood there, a dark figure against the chaos. His jaw was clenched so tight she could see the muscles twitch beneath his skin. He had always been the one to hold it all in, to keep his emotions locked away. But now, there was something darker behind his eyes. Something dangerous.

His voice, a low growl, cut through the air. "You bastard," he spat, his fists clenched, his body shaking with barely contained rage. "How dare you lay a finger on them?"

He shoved Jason aside with a single motion, and for a moment, YN thought he might tear the man apart with his bare hands. She could see it in his eyes: the fury, the desperation to protect. But there was more to it. There was something else - something possessive that YN couldn't quite place.

He reached for her, his hand gripping hers with terrifying intensity. His fingers brushed against her bare skin, sending an electric jolt through her. His touch wasn't just protective. It was possessive. Like he wasn't just saving her... but claiming her.

"For you, I will leave them all behind," Jungkook muttered, his voice almost inaudible, as if he was speaking more to himself than to her. His chest brushed against hers as he pulled her close, his breath warm on her cheek. There was an intensity in his touch, an undeniable connection that terrified her.

A car skidded to a stop beside them, its tires screeching on the asphalt. Jungkook didn't hesitate. He grabbed her, pushing her into the back of the limo before she could protest. The door slammed shut behind her.

Everything happened so fast. She barely had time to react before a sharp sting on her neck sent her world into blackness.

Three hours later...

"Where am I?" YN groaned as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head was foggy, and the unfamiliar room around her only added to the disorientation. The air was cold, sterile, and silent.

A teenage maid stood by her, her face neutral but gentle as she tried to rouse her. "Miss, Sir is calling you for dinner," she said, her voice soft, almost apologetic.

"I won't come," YN whispered, her throat dry from screaming. "Please... I don't want to be here."

The maid's expression faltered for a moment, but she didn't argue. "I'm sorry, Miss. Please, try to understand. Sir said you need to be ready before he returns."

YN noticed the door was ajar. It was her chance. Her heart thudded painfully as she bolted from the bed, rushing to the door.

She stepped into the hallway, looking for an escape. The silence of the mansion seemed to press down on her as she hurried through the corridors, her breath ragged. She could feel the eyes of the house watching her, even though no one was there.

She ran into the busy street, but as she crossed through the alleys, the familiar buzz of the city seemed distant, swallowed by the growing darkness around her.

Then, voices. Drunken, lecherous.

"Hey, baby, you lost?" one man called out, grinning wickedly.

"You don't belong out here, sweetie. Let me take care of you," another said, his voice dripping with malice.

YN's heart slammed in her chest. "Stay away from me!" She backed away, panic rising in her throat.

But the man advanced on her, his grin wide. "Don't worry, baby. If I have to spend a lifetime in prison, it'll be worth it."

Her breath hitched as her legs gave way beneath her, her vision swimming. She couldn't hold on any longer. And then... darkness took over.

She felt arms wrap around her, steadying her. Jungkook. His cold eyes met hers as he pulled her close, a silent promise in his gaze. No one would touch her again.

But the question lingered in her mind as she blacked out once more: Why did he care so much?

The mansion was silent except for the distant hum of the wind and the occasional rustling of trees outside. YN lay on the bed, her body still recovering from the events that had led her here, her mind a whirl of confusion and terror. Jungkook, on the other hand, was pacing in the shadows, his figure dark and foreboding against the dim light filtering through the drawn curtains.

His jaw clenched as his eyes flickered to YN, watching her with a cold intensity. His mind was a battleground - a war between what he desired and what he couldn't bring himself to do.

The man who had forced his way into her life, taking her from everything she knew, was standing at the precipice of something darker. He was accustomed to control, to power, to taking what he wanted with no regard for consequences. But with YN... everything felt different. She was a weakness he couldn't afford.

Jungkook stopped pacing, his gaze locking onto her. She hadn't moved much since he brought her here. His eyes narrowed as his mind raced with all the ways he could break her. He wanted to break her - wanted to own her, make her submit to him fully. But something in the pit of his stomach twisted uncomfortably at the thought.

Why? Why couldn't he go through with it?

His hand shot out, gripping the edge of the desk with a force that caused the wood to creak under his fingers. The room felt hotter, suffocating, as if the walls were closing in on him. He wanted her. He wanted to see her terrified, to make her understand the power he held over her. Yet every time his mind drifted to that edge, a dark, inexplicable force held him back.

He turned, his boots clicking against the cold floor as he moved closer to the bed where she lay. His shadow stretched over her, and her eyes fluttered open at his presence. There was fear in her eyes - he could see it, feel it in the air. But it wasn't the fear he wanted.

She flinched as he reached down to adjust her blanket, his fingers brushing against her skin. It was a casual touch, but it sent a shock of electricity through his veins, igniting something darker within him. His eyes darkened as he looked at her - his lips curling into a twisted smile that didn't reach his eyes.

He wanted to see her break, wanted to see her plead. But as his gaze lingered on her, his chest tightened. There was a conflict there, deep inside of him, that he couldn't understand. He didn't want to hurt her - at least, not in the way he wanted to hurt everyone else.

His voice was low and cold, betraying his inner turmoil. "Do you know what I could do to you right now?" The words were meant to intimidate, but his tone held something else - an uncertain edge, as if even he didn't believe them.

She didn't respond, her eyes wary but defiant.

"Don't you wonder, Birdy?" he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "What would happen if I decided you were mine, truly mine?" His breath was warm against her ear as he leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming.

But as his hand moved to touch her cheek, she recoiled, a wave of terror flooding her eyes. And something inside of him shifted, like a dam breaking. The overwhelming desire to claim her was still there, but there was another feeling - an unfamiliar sense of protectiveness.

He pulled his hand back, the gesture almost violent in its speed. His breath caught in his throat, his fists clenching as he tried to push the thoughts of her away. He couldn't understand why this felt so wrong. She was just another person, another piece in his game, yet...

He turned away abruptly, his back to her. His voice was strained, as if forcing the words through his gritted teeth. "I should hate you. I should make you beg for mercy, for your life... But I can't. I can't do it. Why can't I do it?"

His voice broke on the last sentence, and for a moment, the darkness in his eyes faltered. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the cold mask he'd worn for years.

Jungkook exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if trying to rid himself of the confusion that clouded his mind. His hand reached for the door handle, and with one last glance over his shoulder, he spoke again, his voice softer now, filled with an emotion he couldn't hide.

"I don't know why you matter, but you do. And I'll make sure you never forget that."

With that, he left the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

Jungkook's Reflection:

Jungkook leaned against the cool stone wall outside her room, his mind a mess of conflicting thoughts. The darkness within him had always been easy to follow - straightforward, demanding, and unforgiving. But now, as he stood there, the cold weight of his own actions pressing down on him, something had changed. He didn't know what it was or how it had happened, but he knew one thing for sure: he was no longer in control.

The moments with YN, the way she resisted him, the way her eyes met his with a defiance that made his heart race - it all created a storm inside him that he didn't know how to handle. She was a part of him now, whether he liked it or not. And that terrified him.

His hands clenched into fists again. There was no turning back now. No escaping what he'd started.

But the question still lingered in the back of his mind: Why couldn't he bring himself to break her?

The tension in the room was thick. YN stood before him, her back to the wall, her breath coming in shaky waves. The coldness in Jungkook's eyes was a stark contrast to the intensity brewing within him. The maid had just apologized for failing to prevent YN's escape, but it was clear that Jungkook was in no mood for apologies.

"You can run, but you won't get far. My world doesn't allow escape," Jungkook's voice cut through the room like a blade, deep and unsettling. His gaze never wavered from YN, his presence suffocating.

"Then maybe I should tear your world apart instead," YN retorted, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her fear.

Jungkook stood silently beside her as the doctor examined her. There was something unsettling in his stillness, as if his mind was consumed by thoughts that didn't quite align with the situation at hand.

The maid was on edge, her hands shaking as she looked to Jungkook for guidance. "Sir, I'm sorry... I didn't see her running away..."

"SHUT UP!" Jungkook snapped, the force of his words reverberating through the room. "Can't you do anything right?"

The doctor flinched and tried to explain, "She was in good health... but a little weak from lack of food."

"Go," Jungkook commanded, his tone venomous. The doctor bowed, retreating from the room without a word.

YN stood there, trembling, wondering why he was showing her even a sliver of care when he clearly had no obligation to do so. Was this some kind of sick game for him? Had he fallen for her?

Her thoughts were interrupted when Jungkook's gaze hardened, his anger resurfacing with full force. He reached down and grabbed a sharp knife from the table, aiming it at the maid's throat with terrifying precision.

"Jungkook..." YN whispered, her voice trembling. "It's... it's my fault. Don't blame them."

His gaze flicked to her, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He was furious, but there was something else there-a flicker of confusion, as though he couldn't reconcile what he was feeling.

"You have your punishment," Jungkook growled, his voice dark and low. "Don't be in a hurry, honey." He removed the knife, and a quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"All of you, get out," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Close the door behind you."

As the others exited, Jungkook moved closer to YN, the weight of his presence pressing against her. She instinctively backed away, her heart racing as her back hit the wall.

"Do you think you'll run away from me... huh?" he murmured, his tone colder than ever as he stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

He pulled out some papers from the nightstand and thrust them into her hands. "Sign them."

YN looked down at the papers, her heart sinking. They were marriage papers. A contract she couldn't escape from. She stared at the ink, her hands shaking.

"I can't sign them. I won't marry you," she whispered, but her voice was weak.

"You have to," Jungkook's voice dropped into something dangerously calm. "If you want to see your sister again."

The words hit her like a slap, and before she knew it, YN dropped to her knees, tears flowing freely as she sobbed uncontrollably.

Jungkook knelt down beside her, his grip tightening on the knife. He lifted her chin with the cold metal, his eyes never leaving hers. "Sign them, or you'll face the consequences."

She knew there was no other choice. Her heart felt like it was being crushed, but she had no alternative. She signed the papers, her hand shaking with the weight of her decision.

Jungkook's lips curled into a dark smile as he stood, his grip now settling on her hair, pulling her head back. "You smell so good, honey. I've waited so long for this."

He leaned in, his breath hot against her neck. "When I saw you that day, I wanted you to be mine... and today, I finally have you. Today is special... a day in the world of the most dangerous gangster."

With that, he pulled her up, his hands gripping her with possessive force as he pinned her against the wall. His eyes, dark and unreadable, bored into hers as he whispered, "Now I will make you mine. Ready to scream my name the whole night?"

She tried to look away, disgust flooding her senses. But his hands cupped her face, his thumb tracing her lips gently, almost lovingly.

"I will make you mine. I won't leave you, never," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Despite the venom in his words, there was something more-a sense of ownership, a vow of protection. YN didn't understand it, but it was there, as if his twisted desire to break her came with a promise to protect her from everyone else, from everything.

She stumbled in his grip, and in his irritation, he shoved her harder against the wall, her head spinning with confusion.

He kissed her softly at first, almost tenderly, his lips plumping against hers in a way that was both unsettling and strangely comforting. Her body reacted against it, but his presence overpowered her every move. She couldn't fight him.

Lifting her onto the bed, he hovered over her, his lips never leaving her skin. "You can't leave me... not now... not ever."

Her mind screamed for escape, but her body refused to comply, caught in the heat of the moment, unable to break free from his hold.

He leaned down, sucking on her neck with a hunger she couldn't understand. Her hands pushed weakly at his chest, but it was futile. He was stronger, and he made it clear with every movement that she was his, completely and irrevocably.

She closed her eyes, hoping for it to end, for the nightmare to be over, but it wasn't. His dark laugh filled her ears as his hands roamed over her body.

"Do you want to end it all?" he whispered against her ear, his voice taking on a cruel edge as he placed a knife to her collarbone. "Go ahead. End your life. But if you do, there will be no second chance."

Tears streamed down her face, but she was too broken to respond. His cold, calculated gaze never wavered as he continued, "You belong to me, now and forever."

The sunlight poured through the curtains, harsh and unforgiving, pulling Y/N from her restless sleep. She groaned, tossing to her left, only to find herself startled by the presence of the man beside her.

"Can't I just get some peace and sleep for once?" she muttered under her breath, pushing him lightly. But her movements felt sluggish, and she realized with a start that her legs were weak, almost numb.

Confusion clouded her mind. Why was she speaking to him like this-like they were a married couple? The truth was, they weren't. Not even close.

Jungkook stirred beside her, his deep voice laced with amusement. "Want me to help you, baby?"

Her face flushed, and she snapped back. "No, I don't need your help!"

Jungkook's smirk deepened as he propped himself up on one elbow. "Don't you feel... different?"

Something about his tone made her heart race. She suddenly felt a chill, a vulnerability she couldn't explain. Looking down, her eyes widened in horror-she was naked beneath the sheets.

"Oh my god..." she whispered, dragging the sheet around her body before bolting toward the bathroom, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

Once inside, she locked the door and slid down to the floor, her hands trembling as tears welled in her eyes. "Why is this happening to me?" she murmured, her voice cracking.

The hot water of the shower scalded her skin, but it did little to calm her racing thoughts. Memories of the night before were fragmented, unclear, and only added to her growing sense of dread.

Emerging from the bathroom, she realized another problem-she had no clothes.

From the other side of the door, Jungkook's voice rang out, steady and unbothered. "Are you done in there? I'm getting late for work."

She didn't answer, too consumed by embarrassment and anger.

"I saw everything, you know," he added with a teasing edge, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Don't be shy."

Her silence seemed to amuse him further.

"Fine. I'm leaving. I left clothes for you on the bed. Put them on," he said before walking away, his voice fading into the distance.

Y/N cautiously stepped out, her eyes scanning the room. A neat pile of clothes sat on the bed. She hurriedly began dressing, eager to put as much distance as possible between them.

But before she could finish, she felt it-his hands. Strong, veined hands wrapping around her waist from behind, pulling her against him.

"You're mine," Jungkook murmured against her ear, his voice low and possessive. "Now, where will you hide, huh?"

Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned to face him, her voice barely a whisper. "Can I go?"

His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within them. That single question struck something deep within him, and the intensity in his gaze sent shivers down her spine.

"Go?" he repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. "You think you can leave me? After everything? You're mine, Y/N. And you're not going anywhere."

Tears welled in her eyes as she tried to reason with him. "I-I'll pay off the debt. I'll even include the interest. Please... just let me and my sister go."

The softness of her plea only seemed to enrage him further. His hand shot up, gripping her neck firmly but not painfully, as he pushed her against the wall.

"You don't understand, do you?" he said, his tone icy and controlled. "You're never leaving this house. Never. Don't think I'm asking, Y/N. I'm telling you."

Her defiance flickered through the fear as she locked eyes with him. "What have I done to deserve this? You're a monster. I can't live with you-I'll find a way to escape."

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. "Escape?" he said, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "In your dreams, maybe. But even then, I'll be there, too. You're mine, Y/N. You'll learn that soon enough."

She clenched her fists, her voice trembling with both anger and despair. "No. Never."

His expression hardened, but before he could respond, his phone buzzed loudly, breaking the tension.

He answered it briefly, his tone sharp and impatient. "I'm on my way."

As he hung up, he turned back to her, his eyes narrowing. "You're lucky. But don't test me again, Y/N. I have no patience for games. And if you keep pushing, you won't like what happens."

Grabbing his jacket and keys, he strode toward the door but stopped just before leaving. "If I hear those rebellious words from you again," he warned, his voice dangerously low, "I'll make sure you regret them."

The door slammed shut, the lock clicking ominously behind him.

Later that evening, in the living room...

Jungkook sat on the couch, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp as he addressed the maid. "Did she eat?"

The maid hesitated, her nervousness evident. "N-No, sir. She... she hasn't touched the food."

His jaw tightened, and he ran a hand through his dark hair. "Of course, she didn't," he muttered under his breath. His expression darkened as he stood, his presence commanding. "Make sure she eats something. I don't want her starving herself."

The maid nodded hurriedly and scurried away, leaving Jungkook alone with his thoughts. His fingers drummed against the armrest as he stared toward the hallway.

"Stubborn girl," he murmured to himself. A faint smirk played at his lips, though his eyes betrayed something deeper-an emotion he wasn't ready to admit.

Jungkook carried the plate of food with practiced ease, his steps silent on the polished floor. He was cold and ruthless in the eyes of the world, feared by anyone who dared cross his path. But here, behind these closed doors, he was different. He wasn't the gangster who ruled with an iron fist; he was a man deeply in love.

Ever since he first laid eyes on Y/N at the shipyard, his life had taken an unexpected turn. It wasn't obsession, as others might assume-it was love, raw and all-consuming. And now, as he opened the door to the room, his heart softened at the sight of her.

She was sprawled across the soft mattress, flat on her stomach, her face pressed against the pillow. Her puffed cheeks were tinged crimson from crying, and her delicate frame looked even smaller under the heavy duvet.

Jungkook placed the food plate on the ottoman, his eyes never leaving her as he knelt beside the bed. Gently, he ran his fingers through her hair, marveling at its softness. She stirred slightly but didn't wake.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't care who you were, what happened before... None of it matters to me. All I want is to give you the life you deserve."

His hand lingered on her hair for a moment longer before he leaned closer. "Y/N... wake up," he called softly, his tone tender.

She let out a soft murmur, snuggling deeper into the duvet, burying herself from his gaze. He couldn't help the faint smile that tugged at his lips.

But then, her murmurs grew louder, more distressed. Her forehead glistened with sweat as she tossed slightly, her features contorting in discomfort.

"No, ma'am... I didn't break the pot... Please don't punish me, I didn't do that," she whimpered, her voice trembling even in her sleep.

Jungkook's smile vanished in an instant. His heart clenched painfully at her words. She was dreaming, trapped in some nightmare that clearly stemmed from her past. He shook her gently, his voice urgent yet soft. "Y/N, get up. It's alright. Open your eyes. I'm here. Y/N, wake up, sweetheart-it's me."

His tone was almost desperate, a stark contrast to the ruthless man who could end lives without a second thought. Anyone watching would be stunned to see the infamous gangster this way, his voice laced with fear and worry.

Her eyes fluttered open suddenly, wide and frantic. In her panic, she pushed the nightstand, sending the plate of food crashing to the floor. The loud sound echoed in the room, but she didn't notice. Her gaze darted around the room as if searching for something-or someone-she feared most.

"I'm sorry!" she cried, her voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to do it! I'll clean it, ma'am. I won't eat anything today, just... just don't hit me, please!"

Jungkook froze, his entire body tensing as her words cut through him like a blade. She was trembling, crawling backward on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut as she mumbled apologies over and over.

His heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight of her-so small, so fragile, and so broken. He had always known there was a story behind her eyes, a past that haunted her. But seeing it unfold like this, in front of him, was unbearable.

"Baby, stop," he said, his voice cracking slightly despite his best efforts to remain composed. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. There's no one here to hurt you. I promise, sweetheart. Look at me-it's just me. Please don't panic."

He moved closer cautiously, his hands up to show he meant no harm. But as he approached, she screamed again, recoiling further.

"I-I didn't do anything! I didn't pluck the roses! I cleaned the room, I swear! I-I won't eat food today, just please... don't beat me!"

Her words left him breathless, each one cutting deeper than the last. He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to lash out-not at her, but at whoever had done this to her. Whoever had made her believe she deserved this fear and punishment.

"Sweetheart," he said softly, inching closer. "It's me. I'm not going to hurt you. Come here, please. You're safe with me, I swear."

She flinched at his words, her entire body trembling. Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. He moved quickly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. She fought against him for a moment, but he held her firmly yet gently, his voice soothing.

"Calm down, sweetheart. I'm here. No one's going to harm you. I'll protect you. I swear on my life, Y/N."

Her struggles lessened as his words began to sink in. Her voice wavered as she whispered, "S-Sir..."

He tilted her chin up to meet his gaze, his dark eyes filled with an emotion she couldn't place. "Jungkook," he corrected softly. "My name is Jeon Jungkook."

She blinked up at him, her expression hesitant. "C-Can I call you... K-Kookie?"

His lips quirked into a small smile, a rare softness lighting his features. "You can call me anything you want, sweetie."

Her breathing slowed, and she rested her head against his shoulder. Her voice was quiet, almost childlike. "She won't come again, right? You won't send me back to her?"

Jungkook's arms tightened protectively around her. His grip told her everything his words couldn't-that she was safe, that he wouldn't let anyone hurt her again.

"I-I'll do anything you want," she continued, her voice trembling. "I'll c-clean the house, cook food... I'll do all the chores. Just... don't send me away. Please, Kookie."

He looked down at her, his heart aching at the broken girl in his arms. "Y/N," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "You're not a servant. You don't have to do anything to earn your place here. You belong here-with me."

Her eyes fluttered closed again, exhaustion overtaking her fragile form. Jungkook held her tightly, his jaw clenching as he vowed silently to uncover the truth of her past-and to ensure she never had to relive it again.

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