Embers Of Desire - JJK

8

The big room felt like a cage, and I had been here for an entire day. Jungkook had locked me away, but he hadn't come to see me since then. Maids in uniforms kept entering, with trays of exquisite food and crystal-clear glasses of water, tending to my every need. It was all so luxurious, yet there was no denying the truth—I was a captive in this lavish prison.

I couldn't appreciate the lavish surroundings or the attentive service. The weight of my situation pressed down on me. I couldn't help but worry about my parents. They must have realized my absence by now. I had left my phone back at the club, and it was most likely in Jungkook's possession by now. My parents would have probably filed a police complaint by now.

I clasped my hands together, my fingers trembling with a mix of fear and frustration. I hoped beyond hope that they would find me soon.

I glanced at the tray of untouched food that had been sitting before me for the past three hours. There were food items like lobster bisque, truffle-infused pasta, and a dessert that looked like a work of art.

But despite the exquisite spread, my appetite was nonexistent. I simply wanted to escape this place. I wanted to go home.

The door creaked open, and I turned my gaze towards it, my heart racing as I saw Jungkook's imposing figure stepping into the room. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that accentuated his commanding presence. His raven-black hair framed his face, and his obsidian eyes held an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

I couldn't hide the anger that surged within me as our eyes locked. He regarded me with a cold, emotionless stare, his demeanor unyielding. His voice cut through the heavy silence, breaking the tension. "You've not eaten your dinner?" he inquired, his words dripping with an unsettling calm.

Tears welled in my eyes, a mixture of frustration and fury. "How the hell do you expect me to eat dinner while I'm being held captive in this hell hole?" I retorted, my voice quivering with rage and desperation. I couldn't contain the flood of emotions any longer. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed at his chest, but it was as if my hands had no effect on this unyielding man who had become the source of my torment.

Jungkook remained unshaken by my futile attempt to push him away. His stoic expression didn't waver as he gently caught my hands and held them firmly. "You need to eat, Sooyeon," he insisted, his tone calm but resolute.

I yanked my hands away, my defiance unwavering. "I don't need anything from you," I spat back, my voice trembling with a mix of defiance and vulnerability.

Jungkook's patience seemed to wear thin, and he leaned in closer. "You'll eat, one way or another," he declared, his voice taking on a sinister edge.

I looked at him with a mixture of fear and anger. "You can't force me to do anything," I retorted, my voice shaking as I met his unwavering gaze.

Jungkook's eyes bored into mine, and he finally relented. "Fine, Sooyeon," he said, his voice softer now, but his eyes held a hint of calculation. "I'll make you a deal. Eat your dinner, and I'll consider letting you leave this place."

The prospect of freedom was too enticing to resist. With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, I finally picked up the silverware and began to eat the sumptuous meal before me. Jungkook sat nearby, his eyes fixed on me, his silence a constant reminder of the complex power dynamic that had developed between us.

As I finished the meal, I put the utensils down and looked up at Jungkook with a mixture of hope and anxiety. "Can I go now?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Jungkook's expression remained unyielding as he replied, "Not tonight. It's too late now. You'll leave tomorrow morning."

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't hold back the flood of emotion any longer. I began to cry, the weight of my captivity and the rollercoaster of emotions overwhelming me.