Y/n slumped in the hospital chair, her mind reeling with the consequences of her actions.

Y/n doesn't have to deal with her old husband.

Jungkook and Sooyoung's wedding was ruined. Worth it.

But She wasn't ready to let go of Namjoon, her lifeline.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/n didn't notice Namjoon's approach. His sudden grip on her neck jolted her back to reality.

"Why?" Namjoon's voice was low, menacing. His eyes blazed with fury. "I know you killed him, you think I will cover up my father's murder for you?"

Y/n's lips trembled, but she remained silent.

Namjoon's grip tightened. "I know why. You did it for my attention. But you'll never have it."

"I didn't, I don't. I just don't want him to get married." Y/n exclaimed. Namjoon looked at him confused.

"Him?" He asked. She didn't do it for him. Because she knew if she had done that, Namjoon would have never been with her. She tolerate the torture just to be near him.

"Jungkook. He makes me feel so respect and good-"

Namjoon started laughing. "Of course he has respect, he is your future son in law. Oh Lord mercy, is this your type? Step son, son in law? Do you really forget who you are? That makes me disgusted."

Y/n's eyes welled up with tears as Namjoon's words cut deep. "You are older than me, and Jungkook he is just a few years younger,"

"You think that matters, did you already forget who you were married to? Your family married you off to this family, you were supposed to serve my life all your life. you can't be with me," Namjoon continued, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Should I send you to jail? That is right. And you'll never see my face again."

Y/n's world crumbled. The thought of losing Namjoon forever was unbearable.

"Why?" Y/n stammered, desperation creeping into her voice. "I love you. You know that."

Namjoon's expression. "I don't need your twisted love, Y/n. I don't need you."

"Maybe he wants it." She exclaimed and Namjoon looked confused.

"Him? Why do you care about him?" Namjoon asked.

"I find the same peace with him as you." She replied and Namjoon started laughing.

"Who are you lying to? You cannot feel that way for anyone else. I just know how crazy you are for me. But for me you are a dog, a loyal pet. You wanted this, you want to be mine forever, like a loyal dog."

She felt the pain in her stomach. Does he know his father would call her that too? He used to call her puppy but he says after 'training' she became a loyal pet.

As Namjoon released her, Y/n stumbled backward, gasping for air. As she sits on the floor, a harsh reminder of her reality.

Life still sucks. It still hurts her. Why can't she find dignity and peace? And love? Why is love non-existent in her life?

Tears scroll down her face. Namjoon smiled. "See now you look like a woman who got the news about his husband's death."

Namjoon pulled her up by her arm. "You have to face the media, so you need to look at life and you are sad. Can't let them know you are crazy can we?"

She looked at him. He plays with her emotions, and always puts her in a desperate state. He gets on it. Even when he left he was so bored. Relationships are boring for him, there is no fun in normal relationships or dating sane girls.

Meanwhile this is pure entertainment. No matter what he does he thinks she will stay with him
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Y/n sat rigidly in the funeral chair, surrounded by somber faces. But she felt an unsettling sense of liberation.

For the first time in years, she wasn't shackled by the chastity belt her husband had forced her to wear. The absence of its weight between her legs was almost intoxicating.

She feels so comfortable and free. It was not hurting her.

Yet, as she scanned the crowd, Jungkook was staring at her. Before he gave her a short smile. He looks happy for her. He genuinely looks happy.

People her age were starting their lives, building careers, and forging families.

Meanwhile, everyone treated her as if her life had ended. The whispers, the pitiful glances, the sympathetic smiles - all conveyed the same message, Y/n's life was over.

She knows her life has started now.

Even her parents, seated beside her, told Y/n to not come home.

Had they forgotten that Y/n's marriage to Namjoon's father had elevated their humble business to the elite ranks of the chaebol? Had they forgotten the sacrifices she'd made?

She had given everything - her youth, her freedom, her dignity - to secure their place among the elite.

Now, they cast her aside like a discarded pawn. They always just used her.

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Y/n entered the house. It has always been quiet like this. She remembers stepping in this house for the first time. How scared and confused she was.

Here she is, still scared and confused. "I will rest, you should too. You cried so much mom, I know you must be sad. Dad was so loving." Sooyoung said.

Y/n felt sick to her stomach, he was sweet and nice In Front of Sooyoung only. "He was." She kissed her forehead and Sooyoung went to her room.

Someone held her hand, and she looked at Namjoon. He was holding her hand. "Are you going through guilt After murder again?"

She nodded her head. "I don't feel free."

"I might help, you feel better." He mumbled as he pulled her to his room. She was scared as maids saw her enter Namjoon's room.

"It's daytime. The maids saw us." She exclaimed.

"So what if anyone does?" He asked. It's true no one can say anything. He smiled. "Don't you want to do it for a long time?"

She nodded her head, she cupped his face. And hugged him. More than anything she wanted to be able to hold Namjoon like this.

She wanted it for so long but when it's actually happening it was giving her anxiety.

But it ended well, she didn't know how it felt to have pleasurable sex and with The Man she has been obsessed with for years? It was everything for her.

At the end she just wanted to hug him, but suddenly he broke her fantasies.

Namjoon wanted ownership over her. She mentioned Jungkook, so now be was scared that he might lose her.
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Jungkook's parents were sitting in the living room. Discussing when the wedding should be now.

"I think we should postpone it next year." Y/n said and they looked surprised.

"Next year, that would be too late." They said,

"Sooyoung is still young, I was even thinking of postponing it to some more years so she can complete her studies." Y/n said.

"Next week," Namjoon spoke. "Next week should be the right time."

"I think I am Sooyoung's mother so I will choose the date." Y/n said.

"I know you are stressed and sad. After dad's death, I don't want Sooyoung to leave too soon but it's the best." He said in his fake sweet voice. "And after dad, I am now the decision maker not you."

"That is best, Jungkook was sad about the wedding postponement too." His mother said.

Y/n felt annoyed. She excused herself and went to her room. Jungkook followed her.

"I will talk to my parents, if you want to postpone the date to a year or so." Jungkook said.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because your opinion should matter the most,"

Y/n chuckled her opinion was never taken seriously.

Y/n's eyes locked onto Jungkook's, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sad that your marriage has been postponed?"

Jungkook's expression softened, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "No, I'm happy."

Y/n's brow furrowed. "Happy?"

Jungkook's eyes crinkled at the corners. "I'm most happy about you, Y/n. You can live freely now."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever prioritized her happiness before.

She took a step closer, her voice trembling. "You're my freedom, Jungkook."

Without another word, Y/n's lips brushed against Jungkook's. The kiss was tender, yet hungry.

Jungkook's arms enveloped her, deepening the kiss. Y/n's thoughts dissolved, she couldn't describe the warmth of Jungkook's touch.

As they broke apart, gasping for air, Y/n's eyes burned with intensity. "You're mine now," she whispered, her voice possessive.

Jungkook's smile faltered, a hint of unease creeping into his expression.

But Y/n's gaze wouldn't release him. "You'll never leave me, will you?" she asked, her tone laced with a subtle threat.

Jungkook's hesitation was fleeting. "I'll never leave you, Y/n."

Y/n's smile widened. "I'll make sure of it."

She kissed his lips again. When she broke the kiss she saw Namjoon standing there with a surprise expression. She just smiled before looking back at Jungkook.

"Your parents left, you should too." Namjoon said coldly. At first Jungkook didn't want to leave but he did.

Y/n stood up and tried to leave but Namjoon held her hand. "What was it?"

"What?" She asked.

"Why did you kiss him?" Namjoon asked.

"Because he is cute, and really adorable." She replied.

He pinned her to the couch. "You think it's funny? It's your new way of getting my attention huh?"

"Everything is not about you." She replied. Why is everything not about him? Everything should be about Namjoon like it has always been.

How can she change? How can it change?

"It should be. I own you, how can you easily let someone come between us?" He asked.

The grip of his hand tightened, he held her face then pulled her hair. "Do you regret it? You should. How can you kiss him?"

He started taking off her clothes. He took out the key to open her belt. He knows how much she hates it, yet he didn't even let her enjoy feeling free for a day after his father's death and now he is making her wear the chastity belt.

This belt is what broke her fantasy the most. She thought she got rid of this but Namjoon wants her to wear it too. She can't anymore, she was tired.

Namjoon is obsessed with seeing her in a pathetic state. Where she begs him and tells him how much he means to her.

She wanted Namjoon, but not the traits of his father in him.

He wasn't supposed to hurt her physically. But here he was hitting her, tying her up in chains and using her like an animal.

But it's her fault too, she kissed Jungkook to get his attention.

She is used to the pain, but not from him. He was ruining the fantasies she made about him. Namjoon can't keep doing that, he is her escape which heals her he can't be the one who gives her pain and not love.

What she can do to end this? Everything will end if she got over Namjoon. She can't let that happen. She wants to love him forever and love him a lot.

But how will she love if he keeps behaving like this? It's unbearable.
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Y/n's trembling hand reached out, her fingers closing around the doorbell. The chime echoed through the silent night, and the door creaked open.

Jungkook's eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight before him. Y/n stood, her clothes tattered and drenched in crimson. Blood smeared her face, dripping from her chin like macabre tears.

"Y/n... what-?" Jungkook's voice faltered, his eyes scanning her battered form.

Y/n's gaze locked onto Jungkook's, her eyes cold. "I messed up," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jungkook's brow furrowed. "What do you mean? What happened?"

Y/n's lips curled into a twisted smile. "I killed him. The person I love."

Jungkook's face paled. "Namjoon? Oh God, Y/n-"

Y/n's smile grew wider, her eyes flashing with a sinister intensity. "It's because of you, Jungkook. You made me do it."

Jungkook took a step back, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. "What are you talking about?"

Y/n's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Its you who changed me. I was happy by fact if he hold my hand some day, but because of you I killed my husband. You should have never entered my life. I can't think about two men at the same time. It was so stressful to choose who I want. And look how it ended I killed him."

"Y/n," Jungkook was speechless. She stepped closer.

"Does that mean I choose you? Will you accept me if I kill?" She asked, Jungkook stared at her eyes. She looks insane. Does he want to deal with that?

He hold her hand. "I do."

Y/n laughed. "What made you think I will choose you? I choose none.You deserve to die too."

Jungkook's eyes snapped back to Y/n, frozen in terror. "Y/n, stop. This isn't you."

Y/n's laughter sent chills down Jungkook's spine. "This is exactly me. The me everyone created."

With each step, Y/n closed the distance between them, her blood-stained hands reaching out like claws.

Jungkook's back hit the doorframe, his heart racing. "Y/n, please-"

He hold her hands. "Do you really wants to do this?"

The words died on his lips as Y/n's gaze trapped him, her eyes burning with an unholy obsession.

She nodded her head.

"You're next," she whispered, her breath cold against Jungkook's skin.
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