"You don't even know what's waiting for you…”

The wide smirk never left his face. How badly she wanted to wipe off that smirk but unfortunately she was helpless. He leaned closer. Yn grasped onto her dress and closed her eyes, not ready for what was coming next.

His hot breathings fanned on her soft skin. She kept waiting for him to kiss her, but he never did. He just kept looking at her, enjoying her helplessness.

And suddenly she felt his hands holding hers which sent a jolt throughout her body. She opened her eyes and saw him lifting her hands in the air. He brought her hands to his chin level and pecked on them.

At least he didn't kiss her without her permission. And he shouldn't. The kiss symbolises love and the starting of a good relationship. But neither they were in love, nor they were going to start a good relationship. It was all just an act. A contract she signed. They were now a couple, just for the show, so that he could get what he wanted.

But she couldn't deny that his soft and sweet gesture made her heart race even when it was just for an act. She unknowingly stared at him.

Jk : I don't need to give the public a ‘Free Show’ of me kissing my bride and auction off my honour.

That arrogance.

Yn : Forceful Honour, to be exact. *whispered*

She used that sharp tongue again.

Yn : People don't actually respect you. They are just afraid of what you might do with them, if they talk back against you. Not everyone is as daring as me to confront a bastard like you…

His grip on her hands tightened so hard that it pained. She tried to get her hands free. But he only tightened his hold more.

Jk : How many times do I need to tell you not to disrespect me?

Yn : Can't help! That disrespect comes directly from my heart, because of your stupid actions– *she hissed as he dug his nails in her palm, harshly*

Jk : You really need some lessons then…!!

He held her hands and turned towards the guests.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm grateful for your greetings. But please excuse us now! My wife is very tired. So we would like to take our leave. Please enjoy your food and drinks!”

He then dragged her from there, not caring about anything anymore. Because fixing her attitude was necessary. He has had enough of her. At first she made him do things he never even imagined, using his helplessness and now has the audacity to piss him off? But not anymore. She had finally signed the contract and she was his now. His to ruin. Now he has each and every right on her and no one has the dare to stop him. Not even her.

Meanwhile Taehyung and Yn’s family worried about her. They wanted to go to stop Jungkook but they knew stopping him would only bring troubles for Yn because now she was connected to him in the worst way and no way he would let her go or let others be involved in their matters until the contract ends.

………………

Jungkook stopped the car in front of a brand new luxurious house leaving Yn confused because that wasn't Jeon Mansion. It was larger with blending modernity, sophistication and a hint of artistic flair reminiscent.

The mansion's exterior was a striking embodiment of noir elegance, its black façade like a sleek canvas sculpted from obsidian stone, seeming to absorb the night itself. Angular lines and fluid curves interplayed to create a dynamic silhouette against city light, evoking a sense of powerful minimalism. Black glass panels reflected urban Twinkles like dark mirrors, adding depth to the structure's hypnotic allure. The entrance was a dramatic porte-cochére shaded by cantilevered black steel wings, like an artistic statement unfolding. Doors were massive black metal slabs adorned with minimalist calligraphy patterns giving aesthetic vibes. Windows were expensive black framed voids opening onto City vistas. Rooftop terraces offered dramatic spaces for midnight contemplation or starlit gatherings.

But before she could let her doubts come out of her mouth, Jungkook stepped out of the car furiously and opened her side door and dragged her out.

Yn : Where are we?!

He didn't answer and instead he started dragging her inside.

Yn : Jungkook, leave!!

But he didn't listen.

Yn : Yeah! You promised my parents that you'd take good care of me, if you're not forgetting!

The phone from her hand accidentally fell in the hall as she struggled to cope up with his steps, while holding that heavy wedding gown of hers.

Jk : Of course I ain't. As I said, I'm going to take good care of you. Your attitude! So that you learn how to behave! The manners you really lack…!

She looked at him in disbelief. Is that what he meant by ‘taking good care of her’? Well. It's her fault. She mistook this man for a moment that he could ever care for someone. How would he? He has no heart. No emotions. He was the real devil. Full of cruelty.

He continued dragging her and took her to a room which was upstairs, and tossed her on the bed.

He then went to the side table and took out a handcuff from it.

He already had plans to punish her. He was just waiting for them to get married.

She quickly tried to back away but the next moment he trapped her in between his arms making it impossible for her to even move.

She panicked when he handcuffed her hands one by one.

Yn : What the hell are you planning to do, bastard–

*He grabbed her jaws*

Jk : You're getting too audacious day by day. And the audacious one needs punishment so that they know what are the consequences of their actions!!!

*He said while gritting his teeth, tightly*

Yn : You think by locking my hands you can make me respect you?! No way, Jeon f*ck!ng Jungko–

Before she could finish, he shut her mouth by pasting tape. Her voice got muffled.

Jk : Now try disrespecting m– *she started kicking him by her feet. He cursed. This woman was literally pushing him on the verge. He took out another handcuff and locked her feet as well and stormed out of the room because if he stayed there, he would end up losing his temper completely and end up doing something so harsh and he didn't want that. His plan was to fix her attitude and not to hurt her*

While Yn tried her best to free herself. Her wrists were already wounded because of the continuous attempt to free her hands. The tears filled her eyes. A muffled sob finally came out of her mouth. If that's how the first night of their wedding went, how was that rest of the year supposed to pass?!

She hated him to the core. Jeon Jungkook had crossed the limits and he will pay for it. She will make him. She swore to herself.

………………

Jungkook sat in his home office while sipping the wine from the glass. Finally, after so many worked up days, he felt relieved. Now no more commands from his father, he needed to follow. No more restrictions. He was free. Away from them. People he hated. They wanted Hana to be with him, not because they cared for him. She would have been a spy. Someone who could keep eyes on him and tell them everything about him. His work. Things related to him. But he finally pulled himself out of it.

Though Yn was a headache, he would handle her. She meant no real harm to him. She was just rebellious. Someone who triggered him at times but now she had signed the contract papers, so she was under his control too.

Everything was under his control now.

The only thing left was the ownership transference.

Something which was meant to be only his but a few obstacles in his way.

But no worries, he was going to get a grasp on them as well and that too very soon.

He smirked and opened another bottle of wine before pouring it in his glass. This was the fifth bottle of alcohol. No. He wasn't celebrating. He won't until he gets what he wants. It was just to reduce the stress that mannerless brat gave to him. Talking about her. What must she be doing right now? Still struggling to get herself free? He looked at the watch. It was past midnight. No, she must have given up till now. She would remember this punishment and think twice before messing with him.

He went out to her room to check on her.

He opened the door and he was right. She gave up and lied helplessly on the bed. Exhausted. Watching her lose brings a different kind of joy to him. He won't lie. Things have become interesting since she stepped into his life, else he would have been rotting in those boring worked up daily office work.

He stood across. Towering her. He was amazed looking at her sleeping figure. How innocent she looks while sleeping but completely opposite when awake. He shook his head but then his eyes fell on the dried tears on her face. She cried?

His eyes then travelled to her bruised wrists. He stared at her for a moment before a deep sigh escaped his mouth. She knows she can't fight him yet she won't give up.

He bent down to her level and un-taped her mouth. But before he could uncuff her hands, she attacked him just like a kitten. Damn! She was acting to sleep helplessly. She was waiting for this moment. But the spot she chose was definitely not a good one. His neck. Her teeth dug into his skin so harshly. She was biting him. Seriously? He closed his eyes. All the frustration he tried to calm, bubbled up again. He groaned and held her nape before jerking her head back. He was almost hovering above her.

“You won't leave your bratty actions, will you?”

He gritted teeth.

She smirked looking at the wound she just gave him. It gave her satisfaction. The corner of her lips had the droplets of his blood. She bit him that hard.

“That’s what you pay for hurting me, Jeon Jungkook!”

“I haven't hurt you yet..!” He spat.

Jk : It's your doing. You yourself are the reason for everything you go through! Blaming me is of no use!

He freed her from his grip and let go of her hands and feet and stood up straight.

She hissed in pain. She could barely move them. The muscles had gone numb because of the continuous pressure she was applying on them, but she was thirsty, so she somehow reached her shaky hands to the glass.

But before she could hold it, Jungkook grabbed it away. She looked at him.

“Now you won't even let me drink wat–”

Before she could complete, the glass surface was against her lips.

He was offering water? This bish got the audacity to do so after what he did to her?! She wanted to snatch the glass from his hand and drink water by herself. But she wasn't in the condition to protest or fight. She was tired. Exhausted. So she gulped the water silently and then laid back herself on the bed before covering herself.

While he still stood there, without moving. His eyes were still fixed at her.

“What are you waiting for?! Leave! I can't sleep in someone else's presence!”

She stated while looking at the ceiling.

He sighed

And then moved.

She looked at him from the corner of her eyes.

He went towards the cupboard and pulled out a box from the drawer.

A first aid box?

Now what was he going to do with it?

A lame question.

Of course he wasn't going to play with it. She was injured and he was coming towards her. What else would it mean?

But expecting something straight from him was lame in itself. He only does twisted things. He himself is twisted.

She didn't want to say it.

But he was unpredictable. Understanding him was like landing on the Sun’s surface. Impossible. And if you tried it, you'll burn into ashes.

He dragged the chair and sat just in front of her. She stayed silent. Observing him. He opened the box and kept it just beside her laying figure.

“Give me your hand.” His deep voice sent chills down to her spine but she pretended like she felt nothing.

He let out a low scoff when she made no movements.

This brat never listens.

He grabbed her hands and pulled it towards him and started applying ointment on it.

She couldn't hold a scoff.

“Treating the wound given by himself… What a nice try to lessen the sin! But let me tell you… You won't be able to escape the punishments of hell…!!”

He glared at her. But did she care? She doesn't fear him at all and that's what frustrated him the most.

She was defiant. He needed to fix it.

But not by hurting her.

He couldn't do that. No. He was no good. But he had given the promise to her father.

And, he was a man of words.

“Ack!” She hissed in pain as he unknowingly pressed on her injury.

“Don't overreact…! It's just simple scratches.”

She glared at him with her tearful eyes. She wanted to punch that venomous mouth of his. She pulled her hand back with a jerk and turned around. Not in a state to argue back. If she did, she'd end up crying. And no way, she'll let him see her vulnerable state. Because he'll only enjoy it and mock her later.

Meanwhile he just stared at her. Did she just throw tantrums on him? What did she even think when doing so?! And that too when he was treating her injuries, leaving all his ego behind, just because she was hurt?

“How dare yo–”

“Get lost…!”

The hell. Now she has the audacity to order him around? She was asking him to ‘get lost’? It was ‘His’ House.

His jaws tightened.

“Know where you are standing, Lee Yn!”

And she ignored him.

Ignored ‘Him’?

This woman was getting on his nerves. He went to her and laid himself on the other side of the bed. Beside her.

Well that was a childish act, he never thought he'd play. Plus he was drunk. Sober enough yet his body reacted either way. No matter what the reason was. He didn't care.

No way he'd leave this room because she wants him to!!

She gasped.

“How dare you lay here–”

Jk : My house, my wish!

Yn : Fine then! Rot here! I'll go and find some other room.

She was about to get up but his next words froze her.

“You're mine too!”

She looked at him. Her heart suddenly started to race.

“For 365 days at least… if you're not forgetting!”

She scoffed internally. That was what he meant by it.

Jk : You will have to do the things you're told to do. And you're not leaving this room. That's my command…!

Yn : Command, my foot!

She turned back again. Ready to leave. But the next moment, she felt his tattooed hand wrapped around her waist.

“I know how to make things go my way.”

He pulled her with a jerk causing her to land on his manly chest, on her back. She froze.

“Don't force me to force you…!”

He almost whispered, making her breath hitch. Was this his new way to take revenge from her because God! It was not less than a heart attack. Her heart ached due to the speed it was racing with. His hot breath was hitting her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His closeness felt almost suffocating.

No. She wasn't supposed to feel this way. Not for this jerk at least. She shook off all the thoughts running in her head. She cleared her throat.

Yn : You really think you can stop me?!

She tried to go away, but the man in front of her was too strong to let her go and the heavy gown was only adding up to it. Yet she won't give up. She kept struggling. She threw her hands and legs. Jungkook scoffed and tossed her just beside him, turned to the side and captured her hands and legs between his, completely hugging her like a koala. Her back was still facing his so he couldn't see the flush on her cheeks. His head was just above hers. And now she couldn't even struggle.

He didn't say anything further. Arguing with her was of no use. He closed his eyes as the exhaustion and the effect of alcohol took over. Eventually, Yn fell asleep too, in his arms.

…………

The next day, Jungkook slowly opened his eyes while snuggling into something warm but his eyes shot open as he found Yn in his arms, sleeping peacefully. The back of her head attached to his manly chest. He was still caging her completely. His jaws clenched as he recalled the memory from the last night. His eyes scanned the entire position, not wanting to believe that he did all that. And what bothered him most was he slept with her? Again? What was wrong?

And that's when his eyes fell on her small hands resting in his big ones. He unknowingly yet softly ran his thumb over her hand. It was unbelievably soft.

And suddenly she moved. Turned to him, in sleep itself and now she was snuggling onto his chest. That's when he realised how tiny she was, in comparison with him. And the way she fit so perfectly in his arms. Gosh! It felt weird yet so good.

Damn! What was he even thinking? Since when her presence started making him feel any good? She was a pain in ass. A completely crazy woman who could only anger him. Annoy him. Only if it wasn't about getting out of that stupid marriage at any cost, he would have never chosen her. Not her at least. He hated her from the core of his non-existing heart, yet he never loosened his grip from her. He never freed her. His body didn't allow him. He kept looking at her sleeping figure. Staring, to be specific.

And then, his phone rang, making him zone in. He closed his eyes. Frustration bubbled up in his veins, for some stupid reasons. He gritted teeth and carefully freed his hand without waking her up and picked up the call before getting off the bed.

“Why are you disturbing me in the early morning? Have you lost senses-” he said while gritting teeth but stopped as he heard the other person’s reply. He immediately looked at his phone screen to see the time.

“11:35 AM?! What the–” he rubbed his forehead from the free hand and let out a deep breath. How could he sleep for so long? Unbelievable.

“I'll be there in half an hour. Till then handle it. Am I clear?” He cut the call after hearing a reply from the caller and glanced at his newly wedded Wife for a moment before walking out of the room.

Time Skip

Jungkook sat in his office after attending the scheduled meeting. He was late. For the first time ever, in his history as a CEO. Such an unbelievable and uncommon thing for a perfectionist like Him. But thankfully his assistant managed saying he had some urgent work to do. But that wasn't his concern right now. What bothered him most was Him sleeping with Yn, without pills. It was the second time that it happened. And both the times, he slept completely carefree, relaxed and unbothered like nothing mattered in the world. That was a very unusual thing for an insomniac. In fact it was unbelievable and concerning! He kept seeing specialists for years but nothing worked. No one could cure him but then there's this woman whom he barely even knew. Only three to four encounters and even that weren't too pleasant either. So how was that even possible?! How could he just sleep in her arms?? Without taking any medication? Not that she had some magical powers to heal insomnia patients or had she?! No, that was definitely rubbish. But he needed to figure out the actual reason behind it. Any logic. Any science.

He took out his phone and called someone.

…..

Meanwhile,

With a hiss, Yn opened her eyes frustratingly, completely annoyed by the continuous bell ringing on the door. Her body still ached due to the continuous attempts to free herself from the handcuffs and that giant Jeon Jungkook, the previous night. She felt tired. Each and every muscle screamed to rest.

But someone on the door won't just let her rest peacefully. All the peace of her life has come to the end since that grumpy man stepped into her life. He has made her life a living hell. She just wanted to ch0ke him to d€ath right now. No. No thoughts of a crime, Yn! You're already tackling a jailer. Can't afford one more.

She groaned and walked outside the room while thumping her feet.

“Not even a single staff member in this haunted palace-like house. Who the hell is going to do the house chores?!”

She almost screamed in annoyance when the doorbell rang again.

“Arghhh!!”

She opened the door to curse whoever was disturbing her right now, but gasped when she felt slightly pushed inward. Not forcefully. Yn looked up only to find her best friend standing in front of her while gripping on her shoulder firmly. The concern and worry was visible on his face. He scanned her face carefully. Checking if she was hurt or not. She immediately hid her wrists on her back, not wanting him to see the bruises.

Kth : Are you even okay, Yn?! Did he do something wrong with you?! Just tell me! I'm gonna k!ll that bastard for sure!

Yn : Relax! I'm fine now!

Kth : Then why weren't you picking up our calls or seeing messages, dammit?! Do you even know how worried I and uncle-aunty were, for you– hold on! What do you mean by ‘Now’?? Did he do something yesterday?! Why won't you tell me anything?! Cat got your tongue or what?!

How worried he looked. Her parents must be too. She wanted to cry so badly but she couldn't give him tension either. He had his own work to focus on. And if her parents got to know about what happened yesterday, they would do anything to free her from Jungkook. But that isn't easy. He was a complete maniac who could go to any extent to get whatever he wanted. She didn't want them in any trouble. She was the one who shoved herself into this. It was her own choice. Her fault. She'll handle it herself. She won't let her family suffer because of her mistakes.

She cleared her throat.

Yn : I'll speak only when you'll let me…!! I'm alright…!! Do you think that idiot can bring any harm to me?! I'm a warrior myself…!! I know how to handle that sick bastard…!! So just relax!! I'll be fine, here…!! Actually I was so exhausted because of the event and fell asleep. Look! I'm still in my wedding gown.

She let out a fake laugh to ease his worries and probably it worked. His eyes softened. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her pulling her in a tight yet comforting hug. Something she needed the most, right in this moment. A small smile formed on her lips. She hugged him back.

Kth : Don't ignore my calls next time.

Yn : I won't.

She patted his back, lightly.

“What's going on here?!” they both flinched after hearing a loud feminine voice. They broke the hug and looked at the door where Jungkook's Mother stood, in a light grey long sleeved upper and a dark navy blue, calf-length skirt with a slight asymmetrical hem. Her short brown hair styled back. The silver coloured flat shoes, a watch on her right wrist and a bracelet on her left one, with a brown luxurious purse hanging, were only adding to her elegance.

Disbelief was written on her face along with anger.

She walked to Yn, and slapped her suddenly, causing her face to tilt left. She touched the place where her hand landed. It stung. Tears filled in her eyes while Taehyung stood there, frozen. He couldn't process what just happened. None of them could.

“Not even 24 hours have passed since you got married to my son and here you're enjoying with another man in his absence?!” She scoffed, “I should have believed when Hana said that you seduced Jungkook only for his money. Such a bitc-” she raised her hand to hit her again but this time Taehyung came in the middle. His hand gripped her wrist. Pure rage was visible on his face. Yn was always treated like a princess. Even her parents never raised their voice at her, except for the last time when she approached the media to make Jungkook apologize. Then how could she slap her?! How dare she?!

“Keep your hands in control, Mrs. Jeon! You can get a hit too. Behave like an elder, if you want to get treated as one!” He jerked her hand off angrily.

Mrs. Jeon : Who's gonna hit me?! A bastard like you with whom this b!tch is cheating on my so–

Without letting her complete, Taehyung threw the vase from the nearby table, on the ground angrily.

Kth : Mind you fuckin language! One more word against her and I'm gonna pull that tongue, I swear!

She flinched slightly hearing his raised voice full of rage. He then turned to Yn before speaking, “Where is that bastard?! The core reason of every damn thing!!”

Yn didn't say anything. She just stood there holding her cheeks. But then Taehyung’s eyes fell on the phone kept on the dining table. Jungkook kept it there when he was heading to the office. Taehyung snorted and took it before calling Jeon Jungkook. He knew Yn’s Phone Password.

……

Jungkook came out of the clinic, lost in thoughts but zoned in when his Phone rang. He frowned seeing the caller ID. Brat.

Why was she calling him now?! He sighed and picked it.

Jk : What is it?!

“Come to your house right now and handle your mother if you don't want me to do something wrong with her!” the other person on the call almost shouted, making his jaw clench. Who the hell was he?! Why was her phone with him? Now what was she upto?! Was it a new plan of hers to irritate him?!

Jk : I don't wish to talk to strangers. So, hand over the Phone to my Wife! I will talk to her.

The man couldn't hold a scoff which only frustrated Jungkook.

“She is not in a condition to talk right now, because of your mother!” Jungkook frowned.

Jk : What did she do?!

“She slapped her! Now come soon or I'm going to file a complaint against her for domestic violence!” with that he cut the call.

Jungkook snorted. One problem ends and another begins.

“Damn!!” He ran his fingers through his hair and cursed in frustration.

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