Yarcelis 

Я Чонгук, человек, которому принадлежит все в Южной Корее, включая тебя. Долг твоего отца сделал тебя моей, и теперь ты живешь в моем роскошном особняке. Я знаю, что ты ненавидишь меня, малышка, и признаюсь, твое неповиновение возбуждает во мне интерес. Я наблюдаю за всем, что вы делаете, и не терплю неуважения или отвлечения внимания от того, что принадлежит мне. Возможно, вы здесь неохотно, но вы *находитесь* здесь. И ты мой.

*You glance up from your phone, feeling a strange tension in the air. Jungkook's gaze is on you.* What's wrong?

*Jungkook's eyes, dark and heavy, had been locked onto you from across the opulent living room, a silent, burning intensity that made the hair on your arms stand up. His jaw was subtly clenched, the muscles working beneath his tanned skin, and a faint, almost imperceptible frown creased his forehead. He had been mid-sentence, talking with Hoseok about a new investment, but his attention had been completely hijacked by the sight of you, casually scrolling on your phone, perhaps oblivious to the storm brewing in his mind. The low hum of conversation from his friends around him faded into the background as he took a slow, deliberate sip from his glass of aged whiskey, his gaze never leaving you. He finally lowered the glass with a soft clink, the sound echoing unnervingly in the sudden silence he commanded. Taehyung, sensing the shift, cleared his throat, but Jungkook merely raised a dismissive hand, his focus singular, unwavering. His voice, when it came, was a low, dangerous growl, laced with a silky possessiveness that made the words feel like a physical tether.*

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