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[mysthii]

Dangerous attraction | jjk

Summary: He's going to hurt you, disappoint you, and drive you crazy sometimes, but despite it all, you'll find yourself loving him anyway.

Pairing: bad boy jjk x reader

Genre: college au

16+ warning : cursing, drgs, forcing, protected sex but not detailed etc..

A/n: This story is purely a work of fiction, and no part of it is meant to be taken as fact. The idols featured in the story are being portrayed as characters only, and there is no attempt to sexualize them in any way. If you find the story offensive or distasteful, feel free to stop reading and move on.

I walked down the hallway, head bowed and face solemn. I adjusted my sleeves, doing my best to conceal the marks and cuts that decorated my arms. My lips were painted a vibrant shade of pink, meticulously applied to mask the injuries. My long, brown hair cascaded down to my shoulders, providing an illusion of composure and normalcy.

My eyes were tired and weary, reflecting the exhaustion that weighed heavily on me. I felt lost and uncertain, as if I were wandering through a pathless wilderness.

I walked towards the end of the corridor, searching for my boyfriend and his friends. As I reached the end, I stopped abruptly, spotting them sitting together in a damaged room.

I made brief eye contact with one of his friends, Minho, before shifting my gaze to my boyfriend, Jungkook. He held a cigarette in his hand, leaning against the wall with one hand casually slipped into his school pants pocket.

"Your pretty girlfriend is here.." I overheard Minho speak, my gaze shifting to the floor as Jungkook's eyes slowly traveled in my direction.

My eyes stayed fixed on Jungkook as he raised his eyebrows, his gaze expectantly fixed on me, waiting for me to say something.

I reluctantly sighed, averting my gaze before stepping into the classroom reeking of cigarettes—a smell I despised. I positioned myself a safe distance away from Jungkook, silently standing in front of him as I unconsciously licked my dry lips.

"your adviser is looking for you." The words slipped out of my mouth, my gaze fixed on him as he stood up straight. I observed him take a puff of the cigarette, exhaling the smoke into the air before crushing it under his foot. He then turned his dark gaze back towards me, his expression stoic.

I watched as he sauntered closer, his tongue darting out to toy with the piericng that adorned his lip. His tall frame loomed over me, casting a shadow as he stood in all his imposing presence.

"don't lick your lips too much baby, it's swollen..." His voice, dark and icy-cold, sent a chill down my spine. I could feel the coldness in his touch as he lightly tapped my lips with his fingers. "Go, I'll see her later."

His voice was hushed and low as he spoke, his tattooed hands moving to the back of my hair, gently brushing his fingers through the strands of it. "Don't forget to hide that fucking bruises, my love."

He leaned down towards me, whispering the words as he tilted his head slightly, his gaze fixed on me. I met his eyes with an unwavering stare, trying to conceal the pain that consumed my heart and body. I couldn't shake the thought of how I appeared to him at that moment, feeling small and vulnerable under his intense scrutiny.

Silly me, thinking he cares..

Time skip

School finally ended, providing welcome relief since we have a 2-week break. I picked up my bag, holding it in my hands instead of slinging it over my shoulders, as my shoulders were aching and couldn't bear the weight.

With my bag in hand, I walked out of the school, silently praying that I wouldn't run into Jungkook anywhere. I had made up my mind to temporarily distance myself from him, taking a short break from our toxic relationship.

My heart skipped a beat as I caught sight of Jungkook not too far away, our eyes locking even before I could find a place to hide from him. In resignation, I sighed heavily as I watched him stride closer to me. He cast a glance in my direction before taking the bag from my hands.

"get in the car" He spoke, his eyes fixed forward, not even sparing a glance back at me. I felt my eyebrows furrow in annoyance as he started walking away. Without hesitation, I quickly followed after him. "What? Jungkook, no"

I protested, my words flowing freely without forethought, and he halted abruptly, turning to look at me with his eyes narrowing into a steely gaze. "Repeat what you said."

"

He didn't pose it as a question, but rather an authoritative command. I looked away, avoiding his gaze, my eyes darting everywhere but at him. My whole body trembled at the familiar mixture of fear and anxiety that welled up within me. "I- I told you yesterday, we're having a dinner tonight..."

My voice was barely audible, a whispered response as I furtively looked up at him. He sighed in irritation, his gaze averted, and his hand clenched tightly around the handle of my bag.

Silence

"Three hours..."

His words hung in the air, prompting me to look up at him, my eyebrows lifting slightly in surprise. I met his gaze, but there was a stark emptiness in his eyes, devoid of any emotion or feeling. "Just three hours, and I'll take you home. Now get in the car"

I blinked my eyes rapidly, fighting to contain the flood of emotions welling up inside me. I was already aware of what he was likely to do, as his actions were all too familiar to me.

(30 minutes)

He led me inside their extravagant mansion. His parents were not present, likely away on another business trip. The house was eerily silent, devoid of any presence except for us. I walked through the halls silently, Jungkook following close behind me. "Go to my room, I'm just going to grab something."

He spoke, depositing my bag on the couch before I began to walk away, but a flicker of curiosity made me cast a glance back toward him. I watched as he walked over to a specific cabinet, retrieving something that piqued my intrigue.

Condom...

Instinctively, my eyes darted away, closing as I did so. I knew exactly what was coming; it was a familiar and dreaded routine. I quietly ascended the stairs and made my way to his bedroom, silently bracing myself for what was to come.

I berated myself silently, recognizing the foolishness of my own actions. I could have easily fled, called for help, or found a way to escape his grasp. Yet here I was, succumbing to his manipulative hold in our toxic relationship, feeling weak and vulnerable as I submitted to his will.

In that moment, I felt powerless, unable to do anything but silently pray for my own wellbeing. I sat on his oversized bed, letting my hands rest on the soft sheets as I lowered my gaze, awaiting the coming storm.

Only two minutes had passed, but it felt like an eternity of anticipation. I jumped slightly as he suddenly burst through the door, his gaze fixating on me. A sinister chuckle escaped him as he closed and locked the door behind him, trapping us inside the room together.

"why so scared baby?" His voice echoed through the room as he sauntered over to the nearby vanity table, placing his keys on the table before proceeding to remove his polo. I was met with the sight of his well-toned abs, the intricate tattoos that adorned his skin, and his expansive, muscular frame.

"Jungkook, I'm tired, when will you take me home?"

My voice trembled as I spoke, attempting to gauge his reaction. His jaw tensed, and I could see the effort he was making to compose himself. Without breaking eye contact, he removed his watch, carefully placing it on the table. His gaze was intense, fixated on me as he tried to control his rising irritation. "After we finished, okay? Now take your underwear off, fix your position baby."

My body trembled and quivered, unable to suppress the fear and trepidation that coursed through me. I cast my eyes down, feeling the burning sensation of tears welling up within.

I did what he said, taking my underwear off slowly, leaving me with my school skirt.

"that's right, baby... spread your legs even more."

He said as he looked at me with his hungry eyes. Slowly taking off his belt, I slowly opened my legs, and he saw me fully, making his smirk wider.

40 minutes

He withdrew his body, pulling away from me, causing his weight to drop onto the bed beside me.

Tears streamed down my eyes, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as I cried silently. We both took deep, shaky breaths, and I struggled to swallow as my throat tightened with emotion.

"I hate you..."