Push me and choke me 'til I pass out

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After long hours of silence, Moon struggled to eat, each bite feeling heavy and difficult to swallow. Jungkook had insisted that if she didn't eat, he wouldn't either. Seeing his tired, red eyes, she felt she had no choice but to comply.

"Jungkook," she hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes, my love?" he replied immediately, his eyes softening as he looked at her.

"I—" Moon stopped, unsure of how to continue. She played with her food, trying to find the right words.

He leaned closer, concern etched on his face. "What is it, Moon? You can tell me anything."

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty and fear.

"Um, can I... I mean, did she make it?" she asked hesitantly.

"Who?"

"The chef," she clarified.

His face hardened, and he paused before answering. "She has been taken care of," he said, his voice cold. "Very properly."

She sighed in relief. "She would be, right? I did stab her, but my hits wouldn't be that deep, even though the blood was so much—"

"You looked so damn sexy and alluring at that moment, covered in blood," he interrupted a dazed look in his eyes.

"Huh?" Moon blinked, taken aback by his words.

"The way you told me the details of how you did things," he continued, his voice low and intense. "I was so damn turned on."

Moon felt a shiver run down her spine. "Is he high?" she asked herself silently, trying to make sense of Jungkook's unsettling words and behavior. "You would do the same to somebody who tries to harm you, okay?" Jungkook said to her, causing her to gasp.

"Are you mad, Jungkook?" Moon replied, startled by his statement. "I am much more than that," he said under his breath "You know who I am, right? So why worry? I'm here now, but if I needed to kill, I would," he said casually

" You are Jeon Jungkook," she replied quietly, watching his reaction closely.

He nodded, wiping his mouth with a tissue. "You know me," he said with a smile, but his expression turned serious as she continued.

"The Heir of Jeons, the future mafia prince of Seoul," she finished her words, causing his eyes to darken. He was sure she didn't know about his background. His smile faded, and he sighed, chuckling softly. "What else do you know about me, sweetheart?" he asked, sounding curious yet slightly apprehensive, wondering what more she might have discovered about him.

Moon hesitated, sensing his unease but feeling compelled to address the truth. "I know enough," she replied carefully. "Enough to understand why you're so protective, why you have enemies."

"But for a nobody like me to have people coming around... I must have some history," she added softly.

"Curiosity kills the cat, my love," he said in a threatening tone, his eyes darkening with a blend of warning and concern. With that, he stood up abruptly. "I have some work outside; the food will be sent here on time," he announced, walking purposefully towards the lift.

"Did you not bring me here to be your toy?" she said coldly, her voice echoing in the room. "Why haven't you done anything yet? Why sugarcoat it?" She was sure he must have heard her.

 Assuming he hadn't returned, she turned to leave for the living room, only to stop abruptly and scream when she found Jungkook standing right in front of her.

"Motherfucking go—" Moon started, but froze when his hand reached around the back of her neck in a death grip. "What did I tell you about not cursing, my love?" he asked sternly. "Good girls don't swear." Moon's eyes widened in defiance, but before she could respond, his mouth was on hers. 

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