The days passed, and her therapy sessions became a crucial part of her routine. Each session helped her peel back layers of the pain, each step forward feeling like a small victory.
The whispers, though still present, had lessened in intensity.
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How it feels when you kissed a stranger man in your drunk in state in foreign country not knowing that person is South Korea's ruthless president --•-- Obsessed? No. I passed obsessed the second she kissed me. This is something darker. This is fate dressed in pink roses and bad decisions. And Jeon Jungkook does not let fate slip away.
“Go away, Jungkook…” Her words were raw, drenched in misery, but there was no strength behind them just a shattered plea for distance. Jungkook didn’t move. His hand, still resting on her back, tensed slightly his thumb brushing along her spine in a way that sent a sickening mix of revulsion and longing through her. “Y/N—” “Just fucking go away!” she screamed this time, her voice hoarse from crying. She finally lifted her head, her tear-streaked face twisting with anger at him, at herself, at the world. Her vision blurred again, but she blinked furiously, refusing to let more tears fall in front of him. Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his dark eyes locked onto hers an unreadable storm swirling behind them. He didn’t look sorry. He didn’t look ashamed. He looked… frustrated. Her rejection was the thing that bothered him not the fact that what they had done was wrong. “You think I can just walk away now?” His voice was a low snarl, the dangerous undertone sending a shiver down her spine. “After last night? After everything?” Y/N’s chest heaved, her lips trembling. “You’re my mother’s fiancé, Jungkook,” she hissed, the words tasting like acid on her tongue. “Soon to be my stepfather. Do you realize how disgusting this is?” His gaze darkened even more—if that was even possible. “Don’t remind me,” he muttered, almost to himself, as the very thought of that reality enraged him. Her heart shattered at his words. He wasn’t disgusted because of what they did. He was disgusted because of the label because she was his fiancée’s daughter. Not because it was wrong. Her voice broke again. “I hate you.” Jungkook’s jaw clenched, his body going rigid.
“This is insane. I can’t sign this. I’m not some object.” Jungkook’s expression darkened, the sinister spark igniting. “You don’t have a choice. I’ve already learned about you orphaned, alone, no friends. Your cafe is doing well, but one word from me, and it could crumble. Sponsors pulled, bad reviews flooding in. Or worse, your allergies… I have ways to make life difficult.” Threats. Manipulation. Y/N’s trauma flared memories of betrayal making her panic. “No! I won’t!” She bolted for the door, heart pounding. But Jungkook was faster. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back into his chest, holding her tightly. His arms were like steel bands, his breath warm against her ear. “Shh, don’t run. Think about it. I’m your bias, right? You admire me my voice, my dance, my everything. This is your chance to be close to me. Forever. I’ll take care of you. No more loneliness. Just us.” She struggled, tears streaming. “Let go! This isn’t right.” His grip softened slightly, but he didn’t release her. “Sign it, Y/N. Or lose everything. Your smile belongs to me now.”
✨ Their lives are connected... By fate, by pain, and by something far deeper than memory.
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