"Crimson Desires"

Moments

Jungkook's pov.

"Yes my queen.." I replied as I inhaled her intoxicating scent., y/n's breath catching in her throat as I turned her body to face me. I found herself gazing into my eyes, drawn in by the intensity of my gaze. I softly smiled and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, my touch gentle and affectionate as if she's a fragile ornament. In that moment, my world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us suspended in time. I  reached up to cup her cheek, my fingers lingering against her delicate skin as I savored the warmth of her. "My lord," she whispered softly, her voice filled with a mixture of uncertainty.

As Y/n stood before Jungkook, her words echoing with respect, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a surge of power. The title "my lord" held a special significance for him, a reminder of his authority and status as the king. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. Y/n's breath hitched as Jungkook tightened his grip around her waist, the sudden pressure causing her to whimper in discomfort. She squirmed slightly in his grasp, feeling the pain radiate through her body. "It hurts," she whimpered softly, her voice filled with a mixture of pain and plea. She looked up at Jungkook.

Jungkook's expression softened, a tenderness flickering in his eyes as he leaned down to meet her lips. In that moment, the tension built up as he kissed her with a passion that burned like fire. It was a kiss filled with dominance, with a depth of emotion that transcended words. He poured all of his desire, all of his love into the kiss, savoring the taste of her lips against his own, lost in the intensity of the moment.

As the kiss deepened, Y/n's struggle for breath intensified, her chest feeling tight as she gasped for air. Panic began to rise within her as she realized she couldn't break free from Jungkook's overpowering hold. With a sense of urgency, she attempted to push him away, but his grip remained unyielding, trapping her in his embrace. A wave of dizziness washed over her, her vision blurring as she fought to stay conscious. She felt light-headed and disoriented, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. Desperate for relief, she pleaded silently for Jungkook to release her, her thoughts consumed by fear and uncertainty.

Jungkook finally released her from his tight grip, Y/n took in a deep breath, grateful for the sudden rush of air filling her lungs. However, her relief was short-lived as she listened to Jungkook's words with a sinking feeling in her chest. She felt a knot form in her stomach as he spoke, his voice stern and unwavering. His words hung heavily in the air, and Y/n's heart clenched with a sense of dread at the implication of his warning.

"I'll be going away for four days," Jungkook continued, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I need to do some business outside Seoul. While I'm away, I don't want you to repeat what you did before when I'm not around."

The memories of Jungkook's punishment flooded her mind, y/n's fear intensified, her heart pounding with dread at the thought of experiencing it again. The mere recollection of the pain and humiliation she had endured sent shivers down her spine, and she felt a cold sweat break out on her skin. She couldn't bear the idea of facing such punishment a second time, the memory haunting her like a shadow.

With a tremble in her voice, she forced herself to speak, her words barely above a whisper. "I won't disobey you, my lord," she vowed, her voice tinged with a mixture of fear and resignation. Deep down, she knew she had no choice but to comply with Jungkook's orders, no matter how much they terrified her. She prayed silently that the next four days would pass quickly, dreading the uncertainty that lay ahead in Jungkook's absence.