I love it when you're submissive

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Moon's Point of view :

Jungkook's hands still wrapped firmly around my upper arm as he steered me out of the door and into his waiting vehicle. He practically dragged me to the back of his waiting vehicle and shoved me into the backseat before folding his athletic frame down gracefully behind me, and slamming the door shut. "Drive," he snapped at his driver. The driver must have heard the urgency in Jungkook's voice because he immediately punched the car into gear and took off, zipping down the street.

My mind was still reeling from everything that just happened as I tried to process it all and catch up.

Jungkook's grip still dug into my upper arm as he hustled me out the door and into his waiting vehicle. He practically yanked me toward the backseat, shoving me in before smoothly settling his athletic frame beside me and slamming the door shut. "Drive," he snapped at his driver. The urgency in Jungkook's voice was palpable, and the driver wasted no time, speeding down the street.

My mind was spinning from everything that had just transpired, trying to process it all and catch up.

"What the hell, Jungkook?" My voice came out shrill, even to my own ears.Jungkook glanced over at me with a frown. "Watch your mouth," he admonished.

I let out a disbelieving laugh. He just shot a man, yet here he was scolding me for swearing? What a prick!

Glancing out the window, my heart raced when I realized we weren't heading towards my apartment. "Where are you taking me?" A warning tingle shot up my spine. "Somewhere safe," he replied firmly, leaving no room for argument.

But I snapped my head back to glare at him. "I want to go home," I insisted.

Jungkook didn't respond, his jaw set stubbornly.

"Jungkook?" I pressed.

Still, he didn't acknowledge me.

"Take me home," I demanded, my voice rising.

He let out a heavy sigh before finally turning to me, eyes blazing with anger. "No," he said firmly. "Since you clearly can't recognize danger, you're coming with me where you belong." His tone was sharp, eyes burning into mine with intensity.

I stared at him, mouth agape. This couldn't be happening. He was mad at me? Like any of this was my fault! "Are you kidnapping me?"

Jungkook didn't answer, just tightened his jaw defiantly.

I don't know why I'm surprised. Isn't this the logical step after stalking? From watching to kidnapping? Isn't that what stalkers do? Watch until they pounce?

"You can't do this," I protested, fear rising not just of being hurt, but of losing my freedom."I can do whatever the hell I want," he replied coolly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Or do you still not know who I am?"

Heat flushed my cheeks as I realized he knew I'd looked him up. Of course he did. Isn't that a stalker's job? To know everything about the person they're stalking?

I shook my head. "Please, Jungkook," I pleaded. "I don't want this."

His gaze softened as he reached out, cupping my cheek. A shiver ran down my spine despite my efforts to resist. "Oh, my love," he murmured, his touch lingering on my skin, "you don't know what you want yet."

This isn't normal. It can't be normal for a kidnapping victim to react this way to their captor. He hasn't even gotten me where he's taking me, and I think Stockholm Syndrome is already setting in. Hell, I think it set in the first moment I saw him. That must be it, because I should've called the cops the night he essentially broke into the massage parlor and assaulted me. Sure, he didn't hurt me. It's more like he assaulted me with his dark, handsome masculinity and those intense, soul-piercing eyes. Yes, those eyes assaulted me, pulling me in and branding me so I'd never be the same.

"No, love," he repeated softly, eyes roaming over my face, assessing my trembling body. His voice was deep, husky, and commanding. "You don't know what you want. Yet."He held my gaze, a heated look in his eyes, before turning away, releasing me and giving his full attention to the phone buzzing in his hand.

Feeling dismissed, I turned my head to look out the window. But then his large hand settled on my thigh, a silent reminder that I was still on his mind. His touch seared through our clothing, and I swallowed hard.

Glancing back at Jungkook, I found his eyes fixed on me once more. A lock of his dark hair fell across his forehead, and I resisted the urge to brush it away. Clenching my hands in my lap, I struggled to steady my breathing. As I gazed out the window, the city lights blurred into a mosaic of lights and shadows. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, confusion, and an unsettling attraction to Jungkook, the man who had seemingly abducted me against my will.Jungkook's touch on my thigh persisted, sending an electric jolt through me. I gritted my teeth, trying to regain composure. It was bewildering how my body responded to him despite the fear still coursing through me.

Overhearing Jungkook's commanding voice on the phone, my heart raced. It was a stark contrast to the brief tenderness he'd shown me earlier. Each glance at him sent my thoughts spiraling. The city lights cast shadows on his features, emphasizing his jawline and the curve of his lips. It was impossible to deny the undeniable allure that emanated from him.

Unable to resist the absurd urge, I finally gathered the courage to speak, my voice wavering with apprehension and a hint of amusement. 

"You know," I began, my tone almost teasing, "it's quite the inconvenience to be kidnapped by someone so... attractive." What the hell am I saying?

Jungkook's lips quirked into a faint smile, amusement dancing in his eyes as he glanced my way. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice carrying a soft, teasing undertone. "Guess I can't control my looks, can I?"

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Chapter five has been updated in scrollstckme as that chapter is under mature content.