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(This fanfic segment contains mature themes, expl?cit content, offensive sl@ngs, strong language. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with such content, please refrain from proceeding further. Before reading this part, it is recommended to read the fanfiction for context.)

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He ordered his men to leave..now they stood alone in rain..The only sound was the soft trickle of the fountain..tainted now with red...Y/N stood still, the weight of the g*n replaced by something heavier in her chest. Her breath was slow… steady now..

Behind her, Jungkook rose from the bench like a shadow. Silent, dominant, dangerous. He walked to her and proudly whispered...

Jk: “You did it..You proved it..You’re mine now...completely...forever mine..”

He turned her gently, cupping her cheek, then running his thumb across her lower lip. Bl**d was still smeared on her skin. He traced his fingers across her collarbone..She let him paint her in b/00d— mark her...he was satisfied..so happy..so was she..

Then he kissed her..It was gentle..then slowly... turned heated, wild, consuming..His tongue found hers like it was claiming everything inside her. His hands slid over her body—gripping, squeezing, guiding. She gasped against him as he tugged at her dress, the silk slipping off her shoulders like it didn’t belong to her anymore.

He lifted her, sat on the stone bench, and pulled her onto his lap— her thighs straddling him. His hands roamed her body, cupping her br**sts, brushing his thumbs over her hardened p3@ks through the lace. She m0@ned into his mouth, body aching from the tension— yet needing more.

Jk: “You want it?” he asked, voice rough. “Want me to ruin you like this garden?”

She nodded, breathless.

Jk: “Say it,” he demanded.

Y/n: “I want you,” she whispered. “Ruin me.”

That was enough..

***

He kneeled between her trembling thighs, spreading them slowly..He lowered his mouth to her so*_ ked entr@- nce, his breath hitting her w*t 😺 like fire and ice all at once...Then he claimed her.

With slow, deliberate strokes of his t*- ngue, Jungkook tasted her like he was starving. Like she was holy water and he was the wicked soul hoping to be saved. His tongue circled, l❗cked, pressed...savoring every drop. She m#@ned his name, but he only groaned in response, gripping her thighs harder..

Y/N arched into him, fingers tangled in his hair, but he didn’t stop— not until her legs sh00k, not until her m*@ns turned broken and desperate. Only then did he pull away, his lips sl❗ck with her, eyes locked on hers like he’d just drunk something divine.

Jk: “Do you feel that? That’s what it means to belong to me.”

And in that moment, she believed it..

She wasn’t just his...She wanted to be.

***

He stood again, turned her around, and bent her over the stone edge of the fountain. Her palms flattened on the cold marble as he leaned over her back, his mouth grazing her ear.

Jk: “You looked so pretty when you pulled the trigger,” he said. “Now I’ll make you feel even better.”

She whimpered when he slid a hand down between her th❗ghs. Her legs trembled as he teased her— slow strokes, cruel rhythm— while he kissed her shoulder, biting lightly, soothing with his tongue.

Then he entered her with a deep thr*$t.

She cried out, the sensation was overwhelming— mixing with the cold stone, the smell of bl**d and roses, the warmth of his body pressing into hers.

He was rough, but not careless.

Every movement was deliberate—pushing her further into his world..

Further into darkness.

The sl@p of skin, the sharp gasps, his voice murmuring filth in her ear— it all blurred into something twistedly euphoric.

At one point, he reached forward, dipped his fingers into the bl**d of that maid again, and smeared it across her stomach while moving inside her.

Jk: “This,” he said, breath ragged, “is what love looks like.”

When she finally broke— when the pl3@$sure ripped through her, raw and fierce—she m*@ned his name again...

And when he finished, he held her there… breathless, shaking, drenched in l*st and sin.

He kissed her shoulder again, softer now.

Jk: “That’s my girl...that's my sweetheart..”

And in that moment, surrounded by bl**d and rain, she didn’t feel guilt..

She felt proud..Loved..Owned..And she would do it all again...For him.

***

"I thought I was saving him. Loving him. Healing him. But somewhere between the silence of obedience and the thrill of his approval, I lost myself. It didn’t happen all at once— he peeled me slowly, layer by layer, until I forgot who I was before him. Each command felt like a thread pulling me deeper. Each bruise, each kiss, each broken boundary... it felt like worship.

The first time I lied for him, I cried. The last time I k❗//ed for him, I smiled.

I started off tracing his scars like a therapist. Now I crave the taste of bl##d if it means he’ll touch me again. He made me kneel. He made me bend. And now, I don’t stand without him.

He didn’t need fixing. He needed a mirror. And I became one...He owns me and I love it."

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