UNDER HIS SPELL

No Way Out

Y/N avoided Jungkook, but his presence was suffocating. His men shadowed her every step, silent reminders that she was his. She tried to act normal, but paranoia clawed at her.

Then, one night, she stayed late at the library, hoping for a moment of peace. But when she stepped outside, a black car blocked her path. The back door swung open, and there he was—Jungkook, legs crossed, gaze dark and unreadable.

“Get in,” he ordered.

She hesitated. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Jungkook sighed, stepping out. In seconds, he was in front of her, his fingers gripping her chin. “Sweetheart, I don’t ask twice.”

A chill ran down her spine. The street was empty. No witnesses. No escape.

With no choice, she slipped into the car. The air inside smelled like leather and danger. Jungkook leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. “You keep fighting, but we both know you belong to me.”

Y/N’s pulse pounded. She hated him. Hated his control. But the darkness in his voice sent a shiver of something else through her.

She was trapped in his world now. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to escape anymore.