Jungkook and the doll

Jungkook is a rebellious, handsome, dangerous mafia king...

and he is also the CEO of his father’s company. His newly married wife was innocent, quiet, gentle, childish, and playful.

This marriage was forced.

He always acts with coldness and rudeness with her, knowing that she is very sensitive.

In her family, she was the youngest daughter, so everyone treated her as a child and gave her everything.

She is eighteen years old but she loves toys which Jungkook hated so much, and Jungkook is 26 years old.

Now.........

She was in Jungkook’s room with a large bed and a window extending from the ceiling to the floor.

Jungkook had gone to the office; it was two in the morning and she was feeling afraid, that is why she came to his room and sat on his bed.

She felt bored and started playing with a doll.

Suddenly, the room door creaked and opened to reveal a tall man, wearing a loose tie, two open buttons of his shirt, and black jeans; none other than her husband Jeon Jungkook.

He passed by the bed where she was after he closed the door.

She tried to get up from the bed but he pushed her to sit again, making her feel anxious and confused.

He took the doll from her hands and threw it aside and asked in a rough and deep tone:

"Why did you come to my room without my permission...?"

She remained silent, confusion still hanging over her features.

Jungkook's dark eyes narrowed while he was watching her struggling to sit properly on the edge of his bed.

The moonlight streaming through the large windows cast shadows on his sharp features, making him look more terrifying than usual.

Jungkook: "Do you think this is some kind of game?" he growled, and leaned down until only inches separated them.

"I have told you before, do not touch my things without asking."

His hand shot out to grab her chin firmly, forcing her to face his intense gaze.

"And what is the story of that stupid toy? You are eighteen years old, not five."

There was something almost possessive in the way his fingers dug into her skin—as if he cannot bear the idea of anyone else touching what belongs to him.

He continued through his teeth

Jungkook: "I have work early in the morning and I have to deal with idiots who cannot keep their mouths shut."

Lilian interrupted his words with disturbance from his hostile behavior, her voice trembled when she finally spoke: "I was afraid, so I came to your room."

Jungkook's grip on her chin tightened for a moment before he let go of her suddenly.

He took a step back, and passed his hand through his messy hair in frustration when he heard the tremble in her voice.

Jungkook: "Afraid?" he repeated and his voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Do you think hiding in my room like a frightened child will help you?"

He started opening his shirt buttons with methodical movements, and it was clear he was annoyed by the whole situation.

"The guards are right outside this door. Nothing will happen to you in this building," he said with disdain.

He took off his shirt completely, revealing his distinct chest and shoulder muscles under the dim lighting. He threw the garment indifferently on a nearby chair.

Jungkook: "Stop acting with this fragility," he said sharply. "You are married to me now—get used to it."

Lilian finally regained her composure when she spoke:

Lilian: "I will stay here tonight whether you want it or not, I will not return to my room," she announced firmly.

Jungkook turned slowly towards the bed, and a dangerous glint appeared in his dark eyes.

A soulless smile was drawn on his lips, a glint of obsession and a wicked look shined in his eyes.

Jungkook: "Do you think this is your choice?" he asked in a low and threatening voice as he approached the bed.

"I do not remember giving you permission to make decisions about where you sleep."

"This is not a kindergarten sleepover where you can choose your roommate," Jungkook continued, looming over her.

"You are my wife now. This means you sleep where I tell you to sleep."

His hands came down on both sides of her hip on the mattress, trapping her inside; the place became narrower.

Lilian continued despite the slight fearful shiver that swept through her as she felt she was trapped inside steel and not her husband's arms. Her heartbeat increased: "I will sleep here......"