The air smelled of damp concrete and gunpowder. Yn’s breath came in shallow gasps as she pressed herself against the rusted metal railing on the second floor of the abandoned warehouse. She had followed Jungkook here, curiosity clawing at her after he had abruptly left their dinner with nothing but a tight-lipped “Stay home.”

But she hadn’t stayed home.

And now, she wished she had.

Below her, Jungkook stood in front of a bound man, his white dress shirt now splattered with crimson. A gun rested in his grip, his expression blank—no anger, no regret.

“P-please, boss, I—I didn’t mean to betray you…” the man whimpered, struggling against the ropes that cut into his wrists.

Jungkook let out a low chuckle, cold and hollow. “Didn’t mean to?” He crouched down, grabbing the man’s chin roughly, forcing him to meet his gaze. “Then why did I find you dealing with my enemies? Why did you try to run?”

The man sobbed. “I—I was desperate—”

Bang!

Yn jumped violently, her hands flying to her mouth as the man’s body went limp, blood pooling beneath him.

Silence followed.

Then, Jungkook exhaled sharply and wiped his gun on his sleeve before handing it to one of his men. “Clean this up.”

Yn staggered back, her vision swimming. She needed to get out of here. Now.

But in her panic, her foot hit a loose metal pipe. It clattered against the ground with a deafening clang.

Jungkook’s head snapped up. His dark eyes locked onto hers.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then, his expression darkened.

“Yn,” he murmured, barely audible.

She took a shaky step back, her heart hammering.

Jungkook took a step forward. “I can explain.”

“No,” she choked out, shaking her head. “No, you can’t.”

Then she ran.

She bolted down the stairs, feet pounding against the concrete, lungs burning. She needed to escape, needed to put as much distance between her and the man she had thought she loved.

“Yn, stop.”

His voice was calm. Too calm.

She didn’t stop.

She burst out of the warehouse and onto the empty street, her mind racing. There had to be a way out—somewhere to hide—

Then she heard it.

The screech of tires.

A black car swerved in front of her, blocking her path.

The driver’s door slammed open, and before she could react, Jungkook was there.

“Enough.”

His voice was low, almost a growl.

She turned to run, but he grabbed her wrist, yanking her back.

“Let me go!” she screamed, thrashing against his iron grip. Jungkook’s jaw clenched. “I told you to stay home.”

Yn tried to pry his fingers off, but he was too strong. “I trusted you,” she sobbed. “You lied to me—”

Jungkook exhaled harshly, patience snapping. Without warning, he grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked, pounding her fists against his back. “Put me down, Jungkook!”

He ignored her.

She screamed, kicked, but he carried her effortlessly to the car and shoved her inside before slamming the door shut.

The locks clicked.

Trapped.

Yn curled up against the door, her whole body shaking. “You’re a monster,” she whispered.

Jungkook slid into the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. He didn’t look at her. “I don’t care what you think of me.” He stepped on the gas, the car roaring to life.

At the Mansion

The drive was silent except for Yn’s erratic breathing. Jungkook’s jaw was set, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he pulled into the long driveway of his mansion.

As soon as the car stopped, he stepped out and opened her door.

Yn scrambled back. “No—”

Jungkook didn’t hesitate. He grabbed her wrist, yanked her out, and before she could protest, he hoisted her over his shoulder again.

“JUNGKOOK, STOP!” she shrieked, struggling against him, but his grip was unyielding.

He carried her effortlessly through the grand doors, his men barely sparing them a glance.

“Lock the gates,” he ordered over his shoulder.

Yn’s stomach dropped. No escape.

He climbed the stairs, his heavy boots echoing against the marble floors.

When they reached his bedroom, he kicked the door open and strode inside before throwing her onto the bed.

Yn scrambled up, chest heaving. “You can’t keep me here!”

Jungkook shut the door behind him, locking it with a click. He turned to face her, eyes dark and unreadable. “Yes, I can.”

She swallowed hard. “I will never forgive you for this.”

Jungkook exhaled slowly, stepping closer. “I don’t need your forgiveness.”

Her body tensed as he reached out, tracing a finger down her cheek. She flinched away, disgusted.

Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “You can hate me all you want, baby” His voice dropped to a whisper. “But you’re mine.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “You’re insane.”

For you baby yes I'm insane he smirked. “And you’re staying right here.”

Then he turned and walked out, locking the door behind him.

Yn curled into herself, silent tears streaming down her face. She was trapped. And there was no way out.

Meanwhile Jungkook's Pov

The dimly lit living room of Jungkook’s mansion exuded an air of luxury yet carried an unsettling silence. Jungkook strode in, his jaw clenched, his fingers running through his tousled dark hair in frustration. His chest rose and fell heavily as he exhaled, his mind clouded with thoughts of the girl locked inside his bedroom.

If he had stayed with her any longer, he might have lost control, might have done something he’d regret forever. His emotions were a dangerous storm—one moment, he wanted to hold her gently, and the next, he wanted to make sure she never left his side again.

He dropped onto the plush couch, his legs spread apart, one arm resting on the backrest while the other ran down his face. A low, dark chuckle escaped his lips as he muttered under his breath,

"Baby, I swear… if you try to run away from me again, I will burn this whole world down."

His voice was rough, laced with obsession, a promise wrapped in a warning.

Just then, the heavy front doors of the mansion swung open, revealing Taehyung. Dressed in his usual black attire, his sharp gaze swept across the room before he sauntered in, hands tucked into his pockets. He had heard about Jungkook’s little situation, and frankly, he wasn’t surprised.

"Hey, man. What’s up?" Taehyung’s deep voice broke the silence as he approached, his sharp eyes scanning Jungkook’s expression.

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head with a humorless smirk. "Yn knows everything about me now." His eyes darkened with something close to madness as he tilted his head back against the couch. "And you know what? She freaking tried to run away from me."

Taehyung exhaled a long breath, clicking his tongue in amusement before taking a seat beside Jungkook. His fingers drummed against the armrest as he leaned back lazily, as if what Jungkook had just said was the most predictable thing in the world.

"Then don’t let her do that again. Simple." Taehyung’s voice was calm, yet the underlying weight of his words was anything but.

Jungkook turned his head sharply, his brows furrowing.

"What do you mean?"

A smirk curled Taehyung’s lips, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous.

"Marry her."

Jungkook’s breath hitched slightly, his fingers twitching.

"Then she won’t be able to run away from you," Taehyung continued, his voice dropping into a whisper filled with amusement and certainty. He leaned closer, his next words sending a chill down Jungkook’s spine.

"Did you forget who you are? You’re a Mafia King, JJK. You take what you want. And right now… you want her ".

Jungkook’s smirk slowly returned, his lips curving into something sinister, something determined. His gaze flickered toward the bedroom door where Yn was locked away, oblivious to the fate being decided for her.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders as a newfound decision solidified in his mind.

"Thanks for the help, man." He shot Taehyung a knowing glance, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I know exactly what I have to do."

With that, he turned toward his bedroom, his footsteps steady, his mind set. He was going to make her his—whether she liked it or not.

Yn's POV

The room was dimly lit, the air thick with an eerie silence, except for the soft, broken sobs coming from the fragile figure lying on the bed. Yn was curled up on her stomach, her delicate frame shaking with the force of her tears. Her wrists trembled as she clutched the sheets beneath her, her body exhausted from fear and helplessness.

Jungkook stood at the entrance, watching her with dark amusement. A slow, sinister smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he stepped forward, his heavy boots clicking against the marble floor. The moment he moved closer, his presence cast a shadow over her, and Yn’s sobs hitched. A cold shiver ran down her spine, warning her—something was wrong.

She felt it.

The suffocating aura hovering over her, the intense gaze boring into her back. Summoning the little courage she had left, she slowly turned over, her breath catching in her throat when her teary eyes met the dark abyss of Jungkook’s stare.

He was here.

“Oh my… why are you crying, my love?” Jungkook cooed mockingly, tilting his head as he crouched beside the bed. His fingers lazily traced patterns on the sheets, mere inches away from her trembling hands. His voice dripped with a mixture of amusement and something far more dangerous.

Yn’s heartbeat pounded in her ears. She scrambled backward, pressing herself against the headboard, desperation clawing at her throat. “No… stay away from me!” she screamed, her voice raw from hours of crying.

Jungkook only chuckled darkly.

Before she could escape, his hand lashed out, gripping her ankle with a bruising force. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he yanked her back, causing her to fall onto the mattress. Her body jolted with the impact, panic surging through her veins.

“Where do you think you're going, baby?” Jungkook mused, crawling over her like a predator savoring his prey. He caged her beneath him, his arms trapping her on either side. His toned body loomed over her, the warmth of his presence suffocating.

Yn struggled, her hands trembling as she weakly pushed against his broad chest. “Please… let me go…” she choked out, fresh tears spilling from her red, swollen eyes.

Jungkook’s gaze softened—just for a moment. A flicker of something unreadable crossed his features, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. Instead, he chuckled at her feeble attempts, his fingers catching both of her tiny wrists in one firm grip.

“You're so cute when you fight,” he murmured, bringing her hands up to his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss to her skin, his lips warm against her trembling flesh. His hold on her tightened, forcing her hands against her own chest. “But you should know by now, angel… you can never escape me.”

Yn turned her head away in disgust, refusing to meet his eyes.

Jungkook’s smirk faltered. His jaw clenched as irritation flickered in his dark eyes. No. This was the first time she had dared to reject his touch—to deny him. A dangerous glint appeared in his gaze as he sat back on his knees, his grip still firm on her wrists.

“Look at me.” His voice dropped an octave, laced with warning.

Yn shook her head stubbornly.

Jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose, his patience wearing thin. Without warning, he grabbed her chin, forcing her face toward him. His grip was firm, his fingers digging into her delicate skin as he made her meet his cold, unyielding gaze.

“Baby, why are you tempting my beast side?” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur, yet dripping with something dark and possessive. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into…”

Yn whimpered, her wide, terrified eyes staring into his. “Please… just let me go…” she begged, her voice barely audible.

Jungkook’s lips curled into a smirk. “I can’t do that, angel. Tomorrow is our wedding day,” he whispered, his breath fanning against her lips. “So, prepare yourself to be my wife.”

Yn’s entire world froze.

Her heart stopped.

Wedding.

No.

No. No. No.

A strangled sob ripped from her throat as she began to thrash beneath him. “No! No, I won’t marry you! You can’t do this!” she screamed, her body convulsing in panic.

Jungkook merely watched her with amusement as if her resistance only entertained him. A cruel glint danced in his eyes as an idea formed in his twisted mind.

He suddenly released her, pulling back as if he had lost interest.

Yn, confused and desperate, quickly scrambled off the bed, making a run for the door. Her bare feet barely touched the ground before strong arms wrapped around her waist. A shriek escaped her lips as Jungkook effortlessly lifted her off the ground, dragging her back toward the bed.

“Ahh! No! Let me go! Mamma help me !” she cried, kicking her legs wildly.

Jungkook only chuckled, his grip like iron. “Oh, baby… your mamma isn’t here to save you,” he mocked, effortlessly carrying her as if she weighed nothing. He threw her onto the bed, climbing over her once again. “But don’t worry,” he purred, leaning down so his lips brushed against her ear. “Your daddy will take care of you.”

Yn sobbed, thrashing against him, but it was useless. His strength overpowered her effortlessly.

Jungkook sighed, shaking his head. “ Baby You’re getting harder to handle,” but I know how to calm you baby he muttered. His fingers suddenly reached for the drawer beside the bed, pulling out something small and metallic.

Yn’s eyes widened in pure horror.

An injection.

“No… no, please…” she whimpered, shaking her head frantically. Tears streamed down her face as her breathing turned erratic. “I hate it! Please, don’t—”

Jungkook tilted his head, his lips curving into a smirk. “Oh, I know, baby,” he mused, twirling the syringe between his fingers. “That’s why I love using it.”

Yn’s entire body trembled violently, her wrists still trapped beneath his hold. Her sobs became hysterical as she struggled even harder.

Jungkook chuckled, enjoying her reaction.

But after a moment, he sighed, tossing the syringe onto the floor. “Fine, fine. I won’t inject you,” he said with a lazy smirk. “But you need to stop crying.”

Yn hiccupped, her body still shaking, her

mind racing with fear.

But before she could react, Jungkook’s hand reached into the nightstand, pulling out a cloth.

“No—”

Her protest was cut off as he pressed the cloth over her nose and mouth.

Yn gasped, her struggles weakening as the scent invaded her senses. Her vision blurred, her body becoming sluggish. Her arms feel limp, her lashes fluttering as darkness swallows her whole.

Jungkook watched as her body went still beneath him. His smirk softened, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

He leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered. “But I can’t let you go. You are mine.”

The end ...