MATURE CONTENT AHEAD ….

Present Time …

**Jungkook’s POV**

The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft silver glow across the room. The only sound was the faint hum of the city outside, muffled by the stillness between these four walls. My eyes, however, were locked on the woman lying beside me—**Yn**.

She was wrapped in my arms, her bare skin pressed against mine, her soft breath fanning across my chest. Her arm rested gently over my heart, like she belonged there—like she always had. The white silk sheet lazily covered our bodies, draping over her curves, tangled around our legs.

I tightened my grip on her waist, my palm rough against her soft skin, pulling her even closer to me. I could still feel the heat of our earlier moments, the way she whispered my name like a prayer, the way she trembled beneath my touch.

I looked down at her sleeping face—so peaceful, so unaware of the storm raging inside me.

“You don’t know…” I whispered, my voice hoarse, brushing my lips against her forehead. “You don’t know how much I love you, Yn.”

My fingers reached up, gently cupping her cheek. I caressed her jawline, and then—unable to resist—I pressed soft kisses across her cheeks, trailing my lips slowly like I was memorizing the feel of her skin.

“I fucking love you,” I murmured, a bit more desperate this time. “And this time…” I bit her cheek softly, chuckling when she stirred and mumbled something incoherent, still asleep. “This time, I won’t let you go. I *meant* it, baby.”

But even as I held her in the safety of my arms, something else—**someone** else—burned in the back of my mind.

**Kim Taehyung.**

The name alone made my jaw clench. My eyes narrowed as I stared into the darkness. That bastard had dared to come close to her, dared to speak to her, look at her like she belonged to him.

Gritting my teeth, I brushed her hair behind her ear, my hand lingering on her temple.

“You’ll pay for this, Kim Taehyung,” I hissed under my breath, careful not to wake Yn. “I don’t care what I have to do—I’ll make sure she never leaves my side. Ever.”

I looked down again. Her lips were slightly parted, her lashes fluttering as she dreamt. She looked like an angel. **My angel.**

I sighed, wrapping both arms around her. For the first time in what felt like forever, the rage and obsession settled, dulled by her warmth.

I rested my cheek on top of her head, letting her steady breathing lull me.

After all the chaos, all the pain, all the nights I spent alone thinking of her—**I was finally at peace.**

And with her heart against mine… I closed my eyes.

**Tonight, I’m going to sleep peacefully.**

Because she’s here.

Because she’s mine.

And I’m never letting her go.

Flashback ….

Jungkook truly enjoyed the feeling of seeing me being restrained. It made me feel helpless and entirely submitted to him. He especially loved the begging that I did to him. "Say it again, sweetheart," he demands while he teasingly unbuckles his belt. His eyes were glued to mine. "Please, just fvck me already," I repeat for the fifth time in the last two minutes, my tone getting needier with every time it is said. Jungkook swore he could feel his shaft twitch when he heard my words. It made him feel some kind of way. "I love your begging voice," he says leaning down to peck my perky n!pple. My chest heaving up and down from the first round.

"Now to the special gift," he places his finger on my cl!t slightly massaging over the swollen bud. With his other hand, he grabs his hardened length. He strokes it, just enough to let the precum fall from the tip to the base. He gives it a few more strokes, holding eye contact with me. I pass my tongue over my lower lip feeling my throat and lips turn dry from all the unholy thirst. "I am gonna fill you up darling," he says as he lines himself at my entrance.

Just as when he enters, I pull onto the cuffs that clutch me to the bed. The high urge of wanting to hold on to something, mostly his shoulder, surfaces me too badly. A loud mo@n leaves me just when I feel him fully stuffed inside me. Not having any other choice, I fist my hand, digging the nail into my palm to ease my overflowing pleasure.

Jungkook instantly begins to mercilessly thrust in and out. His skin slapped against my hips creating the most sensual sound to echo through the room. In a rhythmic way.

"F*ck, you're still so tight," he groans to which I respond with another loyal mo@n. "You want to touch me, don't you? Feel my skin?" he rasps, continuing to rearrange my insides. "Please, let me do it," I shoot my shot in between whiny pauses. He lets out a low laugh nodding a no. "It's so fun to see you become such a vulnerable baby " he coos. His taunts and degradation just throw me to the edge carelessly. "Isn't this love? Hm? Having each other warmed up," Jungkook leans down to touch his forehead to mine. His lips brush past mine, not exactly kissing. His tease game was too strong today to be won with puppy eyes.

"I love you," it felt too natural when it left my lips. Rather than my throat, it felt like it came right off my soul. He stares into my orbs, slowing his pace but still hitting deep. "I love you too darling," for that

One moment, the love between us sparks. As he connects his lips to mine, it's purely filled with admiration we had for one another.

However, soon when his hips buckle forward, a bit quicker, our lust starts to rescind.

The bed creaks again along with the metal of the cuffs rattling. The headboard hits on the wall with a repetitive bang as he bites his lower lip feeling himself throb inside. I was close too. I whined under his spell as today I was merely a toy for him to enjoy while making sure to return as much pleasure, if not more to me.

"Fvck, I am gonna come Jungkook," I whine out as I throw back my head. My hands were sore from pulling on the cuffs. "Don't, not yet," he dominates again as he lets his hand drop down to my abused cl!t. He starts to rub circles over it making my mouth hang half open with whimpers falling out. Stars floating around my head.

That was the last straw for me as I shut my eyes tight. "I can't hold it back," I say before coming undone, forming a puddle on the sheets underneath. "Gosh, baby," he muttered under his breath as my walls clenched during my org@sm throwing him off the edge, making him release the string of his juice inside me.

As both of us completely ride out our highs, Jungkook pulls out making a void whimper leaving me at the loss of contact. Though feeling the need to lay down on the bed from aching muscles he drags himself to free me from the cuffs.

Immediately draping my arms around his neck, pulling himself into my embrace.

I smile softly, hugging him as I make him lay next to me. "Did it hurt or something?" he asked, as drowsy as I felt. "No kookie , this was perfect," I kissed his lips , assuring his worrying mind. "Happy anniversary," he smiles. "Happy anniversary to you baby," I lean forward to pull him into a short sweet deep kiss.

Meanwhile Taehyung 's POV

The night had settled in quietly over the city, cloaking everything in a blanket of darkness. The living room was dimly lit, a single antique floor lamp casting a warm amber glow that flickered slightly, creating soft shadows on the marble floor. Outside the tall windows, the moonlight filtered faintly through the sheer curtains, while the occasional sound of distant traffic hummed in the background.

Taehyung sat alone on his velvet couch, dressed in a loose black shirt, his figure slouched slightly, absorbed in thought. The glow from his phone screen reflected in his eyes, revealing the draft of an unsent message.

“Just send it…” he muttered under his breath, frustration lacing his voice. But instead, he locked the phone and tossed it beside him on the couch. Running a hand through his hair, he stood up abruptly, beginning to pace the length of the hall, his heart heavy with confusion.

But his restless steps came to an immediate halt when a familiar, rough, and commanding voice broke the silence behind him.

“Mr. Kim Taehyung,” the voice said with a low rasp, “I have to say… that girl made quite an impact on your life.”

Startled, Taehyung turned toward the voice. Standing near the entrance, dressed in his signature tailored suit and an aura of authority, was his father—Mr. Kim. His sharp eyes weren’t focused on Taehyung, but instead on a large photo frame hanging beside him on the wall—one of Taehyung and Y/N, smiling together in a rare candid moment.

Taehyung blinked, confused and cautious. His father rarely visited, especially not here. He never approved of Taehyung moving out, insisting for years that he stay in the family mansion.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung asked, suspicion clear in his tone.

Mr. Kim ignored the question and walked further inside, his eyes sharp as always.

“So,” he began, cutting straight to the point, “what’s your decision, Taehyung? Will you finally join the family business?”

Taehyung clenched his jaw, already tired of this conversation he’d had too many times. His hands balled into fists by his sides, and he was about to respond when his father lifted his hand, silencing him.

“Before you answer,” Mr. Kim interrupted, placing a thick folder on the coffee table in front of the couch, “look at this.” His tone dropped lower, almost like a warning. “Then speak.”

Without waiting for a response, Mr. Kim turned and walked out of the mansion. Taehyung watched him leave, his expression unreadable.

Curiosity slowly overpowered his irritation. He sat down and opened the folder.

The moment his eyes fell on the first page, his breath hitched.

“What the hell…” he whispered, his eyes widening in disbelief and growing excitement. Page after page revealed confidential documents, connections, and intel he never imagined he could get access to—information about Jeon Jungkook.

Taehyung shot to his feet and rushed toward the door, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. As he stepped out, he saw his father leaning casually against his sleek black car, arms crossed, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Dad!” Taehyung called out, almost breathless.

Mr. Kim straightened up, eyes glinting as he looked at his son.

“You’re my only son, Taehyung,” he said with rare softness. “You are our pride, our happiness. Stop wasting your time sulking and brooding. If you want something—fight for it. Work for it. This is the first and last time I’m giving you a hand. If you succeed, you join the business. No more arguments.”

Taehyung took a step forward, emotions rushing through him—pride, gratitude, and a renewed determination. He embraced his father tightly.

“I won’t let you down, Dad,” he whispered fiercely. “I promise. Thank you… thank you so much.”

Mr. Kim let out a rare laugh, patting his son on the shoulder.

“Don’t thank me just yet. Show me.”

They pulled apart, and Mr. Kim got into his car. Without another word, he drove away, leaving behind a very different Taehyung than the one who had been sulking just moments ago.

Taehyung turned back to his mansion, but his expression had changed entirely. His usual calm aura was now replaced by something darker, more dangerous. His eyes, once hesitant, now burned with purpose.

“This time… I won’t let you win, Jeon Jungkook,” he murmured, voice laced with venom. “Wait for me. I’m coming… and I will ruin you. I promise.”

With that, he stepped back inside, the door closing behind him with a quiet, ominous thud.

To be continued ….