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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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2 Years later:

The room was silent, except for the echo of their breaths..Bl**d still stained Jungkook’s hands, his shirt torn, his dark eyes glimmering with madness and devotion.

Y/N stood before him, not as a victim anymore but as his equal.

Jungkook (low, possessive): “Angel… you’re mine..My queen..My crown..My cage.”

Y/N (soft smile, dangerous calm): “And you’re my king, Jungkook. My monster..My ruin.”

He stepped closer, brushing his bl**d-streaked fingers against her jaw, leaving crimson marks on her skin. His touch was a vow and a curse.

Y/N tilted her head, eyes gleaming with a darkness that mirrored his.

He smirked, and leaned in..his lips brushing her ear.

Their lips collided, not gentle..like two predators locked in love and war..The world outside burned, but inside in this empire of bl**d and darkness, they were king and queen.

Y/n sat on the chair..He stepped closer, kneeling between her parted knees, his fingers tracing up her thigh beneath the gown. His eyes burned—hungry, worshipful, all at once.

He bit her palm, kissing it after, almost desperate.

Then his lips pressed against her thighs. Jungkook groaned against her skin, his mouth devouring her like a starving man. Each kiss, each bite was a confession, a surrender disguised as dominance. His hands dug into her hips, dragging her closer as if he could consume her entirely.

Jungkook (breathless, voice breaking): “I’ll burn for you. I’ll kill for you. I’ll worship and ruin you in the same breath.”

She threaded her fingers through his dark hair, tugging his head back just enough to look into his eyes—wild, desperate, utterly hers.

Y/N (whispering, her voice sharp as a blade): “You thought you trapped me in your cage, Jungkook. But look at you now. Chained to me… by your own obsession.”

He froze for a moment, the weight of her words striking deeper than any wound. But then he smiled, unhinged, lips glistening with her taste.

Jungkook (hoarse, almost laughing): “Then so be it. If my chains are you, I’ll wear them proudly.”

Her gaze softened for the briefest second, then hardened again. She knew the truth now. Every move he thought he planned had been doomed from the start—because he had been hers from the first moment his dark eyes fell on her.

And as he lowered his head once more, devouring her with madness alike, she leaned back on the chair and smiled.

[He believed he wrote my fate, but it was always me holding the quill. He thought me as his slave, when all along… he was the one bound and broken at my feet.]

His hands suddenly gripped her thighs possessively, spreading them as he lifted the silk of her dress. The sight of her—bare, glistening, waiting for him—had him growling low in his throat. Without hesitation, he buried his mouth between her legs again..devouring her like a starving man who had finally found salvation.

Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling as sharp gasps and soft cries left her lips. She tried to keep control, but every flick of his ton— gue, every s*ck and sinful str0-ke, was him forcing her to melt under his worship.

His eyes, wild and dark, looked up at her from between her thighs. For the first time, there was no illusion of control—only obsession. Every moan she gave him was a command, every shudder of her body made him hers even more.

He devoured her deeper, groaning against her, his lips and t*_ngue claiming her most delicate part as though it was the only truth he ever believed in. She arched into him, her body trembling, knowing that in this twisted kingdom they had built, he wasn’t the one holding the chains anymore.

The world thought she had been captured, molded, possessed by him. But as he kneeled, worshipping her with every desperate l!-ck and kiss, the truth was clear— Jeon Jungkook had always been her slave.

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He pulled back slightly, chest heaving, dark eyes wild, every movement dripping with hunger and obsession.

Jungkook: (low, growling) “Sit, properly..let me claim you completely.”

Y/N sank into the chair, legs trembling, every part of her still pulsing. He stood and placed between them again, hands gripping her hips, pressing himself against her.

His manh**d throbbed as he pressed into her, lips and hands devouring her desparately.

A low, feral growl escaped him. He leaned forward again, lips pressing on her neck, hands kneading, h_!ps grinding. Slowly, he claimed her as his..

The chair was slicked with their juices, glistening under the dim light, evidence of obsession, possession, and mutual surrender. They were bound together in ruin and ecstasy.

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