chapter 4 : let them see

Tonight was the big company gala.

Everyone from Jeon Industries was dressed to impress — suits, gowns, champagne, laughter filling the grand ballroom.

You wore a simple black dress, elegant but modest.

Still, when Jungkook saw you walk in...

he stopped breathing.

You looked like everything he’d ever wanted and could never deserve.

His fingers itched to touch you.

To drag you away.

To lock you somewhere only he could see you.

Instead, he stood at the edge of the room, jaw clenched, drink forgotten in his hand, watching you make polite conversation with other employees.

He watched.

And waited.

And burned.

But then some idiot from another department — some no-name intern — got way too close.

Laughing at your jokes.

Touching your arm lightly.

You didn’t pull away.

You didn’t even notice.

You were too kind. Too sweet.

And Jungkook snapped.

He stalked across the ballroom like a man possessed.

Before you could react, a hand closed around your wrist — firm but careful — and you were dragged away from the crowd.

Your heels clicked helplessly against the marble floors as Jungkook pulled you into a dark, empty corridor off the side of the main room.

yn: Jungkook *you started breathlessly*

But he had you pinned against the wall in an instant, towering over you.

jungkook: What the hell do you think you're doing? he growled, voice low and dangerous.

Your eyes widened.

yn: I was just talking—

jungkook: Talking? he repeated mockingly, pressing closer until there was no space left between you.

His forehead rested against yours, breath hot and ragged.

jungkook: I can't watch it anymore, he whispered harshly.

jungkook: I can't fucking stand it.

You opened your mouth — but he cut you off, voice cracking slightly:

jungkook: You're mine, Y/n. I need you to understand that. I can't keep pretending.

His hands slid down to your hips, gripping tightly.

Possessive. Desperate. Trembling.

Jungkook: I tried, he said, almost broken.

jungkook: I tried to be patient. Tried to be professional. But every time someone looks at you—

His voice shattered into a growl.

jungkook: You're killing me.

You gasped, overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes — pure love, pure need, pure possession.

And then he kissed you —

not soft, not careful —

but devouring.

His mouth claimed yours, hot and bruising, like he was staking a claim no one could challenge.

You whimpered into the kiss, clinging to him helplessly, feeling your body melt under his touch.

His hands roamed down — sliding along your thighs — gripping and squeezing like he couldn’t get enough.

jungkook: You're mine, he rasped against your lips, pressing his forehead back to yours.

jungkook: You understand that now, don't you?

You nodded frantically, tears prickling your eyes from the overwhelming emotions.

But Jungkook wasn't done.

Jungkook: You don't get to ignore me. You don't get to smile at other men,

he whispered darkly.

jungkook: If you do... I will remind you exactly who you belong to.

You shivered at his words, thighs pressing together automatically.

He smirked — dark, dangerous — and pressed a knee between your legs, forcing them apart gently but firmly.

jungkook: Already so obedient, he murmured, pleased.

He kissed you again — slower this time, savoring — like he had all the time in the world.

And then.

You heard footsteps.

Voices.

Someone was coming down the hall.

Panic flared in your chest — you tried to pull away — but Jungkook caught your chin, forcing you to look at him.

jungkook: Let them see, he whispered, eyes burning into yours.

jungkook: Let them all fucking know you're mine.

And before you could even think —

he kissed you again.

Right there.

In full view.

Right as a group of employees rounded the corner — gasping, whispering, wide-eyed.

But Jungkook didn’t care.

He held you possessively against him, one hand cradling your face, the other locked tight around your waist, refusing to let you go.

When he finally pulled back, he kept his forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard.

jungkook: I don't give a damn what anyone thinks, he said, voice low and raw.

jungkook: You’re mine, Y/n. You always have been.

Tears spilled down your cheeks — overwhelmed, happy, terrified, in love.

yn: I’m yours, you whispered back, voice breaking.

At that, Jungkook smiled — a rare, beautiful, broken smile — and kissed you again, softer this time.

Like a promise.

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