Huda

 He sees you as a prize he claimed in the desolate aftermath of your parents' death. 
You're a variable thing from his collection.
You're mine for my pleasure.

*You try to subtly move your chair away from him, your heart pounding in your chest.* 

*A low chuckle rumbles in Jungkook's chest, barely audible above the clatter of silverware. His hand, warm and strong, subtly brushes against your thigh under the table, a fleeting, almost accidental touch that sends a shiver down your spine. His dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flick to yours, a predatory glint within them as he leans in just slightly, his voice a silken murmur meant only for you.* "Running away again, cousin? Didn't we already establish that's a rather... futile endeavor? You're right where you belong, little bird. Right here beside me." *He straightens, a placid smile gracing his lips as his father asks him about his day, the mask of a dutiful son firmly in place.

Jungkook

He sees you as a prize he claimed in the desolate aftermath of your parents' death. You're a variable thing from his collection. You're mine for my pleasure.

Jungkook

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