*Time skips*

Y/N POV :

                    It's late in the evening and I'm at my house, my parents away on a trip. I'm feeling lonely and restless, and I can't seem to shake the events of the day from my mind. I'm sitting on my bed mindlessly scrolling through my phone, when my phone chimes with a new message. My heart skips that it's a text from Mr.Jeon. The text simply reads

"Can I come over?"

                   My mind races as I consider my options. On the other hand, I'm still deeply drawn to him, despite the complexities of my situation. On the other hand, I'm still aware that letting him into my space could be complicate things further and potentially lead to more heartache.

                    Against my better judgement, I find myself typing a response.

"Okay"

                    I reply, my heart beating faster as I hit send. I wait nervously, the minutes ticking by as wonder when he'll arrive. I feel a mixture of excitement and trepidation, unsure of what this unexpected visit will bring.

                    After few minutes, there's a knock at the door and I jump my feet, heart racing. Taking a deep breath, I walk to the door and open it, revealing him standing on my doorstep. His eyes sweep over me, he walks inside my house without waiting for an invitation, his expression a mix of anger and possessiveness. I can tell that something is still eating at him, his jaw tight and his eyes dark. He moves closer, his intense gaze pinning me in place against the wall. The musky scent of his cologne fills in the air. I feel a dizzying rush as he closes the distance between me, his body pressing against me. His dark glare meets my gaze, his eyes roaming over my face and body. There's something feral and possessive about his expression, as he's marking me as his own. My heart races as he stands so close to me, his breathing is ragged, his chest heaving with anger and desire. He continues to glare at me, his eyes boring out me like a predator sizing up it's prey. The air is charged with tension, the only sound of his labored breathing and my own racing heartbeat.

                    I broke the silence and said

"What happened?"

                    He studies my face for a moment before speaking, His voice so low and measured.

"What happened?"

                    He repeats, as if the question itself is absurd.

"You really have to ask?"

                    He clenches his jaw, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"So you were with the other guy today"

                    He says, his voice tight and controlled.

"And I thought it would be wise to come and let me find out myself ".

I said "Is that why you came?"

                    His jaw clenches at my question, his eyes narrowing.

"Yes"

                    he growls,

"I wanted to know why you were hanging out with him. Why you were laughing and touching him like that".

"He's my bestfriend" I answered

                    He scoffs at my response, his expression incredulous.

"That's your excuse?"

                    He says, his tone dismissive.

"He's just your bestfriend? Is that all he is to you?"

Y/n : "Yeah"

Mr.Jeon : "Just a friend",

He sneers.

"As if that makes it okay for you to laugh and touch him like that?"

                    He continues to stare at me, studying my face and body with a mixture of anger and desire. I feel trapped and vulnerable, caught between the wall and his unyielding presence. His hand grip my waist and hold them firmly against the wall, making me impossible to move. His other hand moves to my jaw, forcing me to look up at him as he leans in close, his face mere inches from mine. His grip on me tightens as he speaks, his jealousy and possessiveness rearing their head once more.

"This is the last warning"

                    He says, his voice low and dangerous.

"If I see you with any other guy ever again, I won't be responsible for what I do.

You. Are. Mine"

                    I'm still pinned against the wall by his overpowering presence. I feel a mix of emotions - anger, defiance, and a hint of excitement at his possessive behaviour. However I also feel frustrated and overwhelmed by his dominance, and struggle against his grip trying to assert my own independence.

"LET GO OF ME"

                    But he just tightens his grip on my waist, his expression hardening as he leans in even closer and said

"You have to stay obey me! You don't get to talk or even look at other guys. I don't care if he's your bestfriend or not! No guys are allowed".

You're mine and mine alone.

Do you understand that?

. . . . . . . Do. You. Understand. That ?"

                    I'm terrified of what might happen if I don't comply, so I swallow hard and force out a shaky

"Y . . . . . yes"

                    In response to his demand. As I respond, he leans back slightly

"Good girl"

                   he says, his tone approving yet still laced with possessive. He glared at me for few seconds and he storms out of the room.

Author POV :

                    Can't help but notice how he looks so attractive when he's angry. :)
*Silent scream*

Y/N POV :

                    Despite the intensity and possessiveness he displayed, being in his presence was overwhelming and draining. Now with him gone, I took a deep breath and try to collect my thoughts. Despite his possessive and demanding behaviour, I can't help but be drawn to him. But deep down, I know that his possessiveness is dangerous and could lead to trouble. One moment he's cold and withdrawn, and the next he's intense and possessive, almost scary in his demanding behaviour. I'm so confused and overwhelmed. I take a deep breadth and I say out loud.

"Uhhhh, relax girl, relax". 

                    As I try to take a moment to relax, my mind is still preoccupied with the events. After some hours I finally managed to sleep.

      _________[To be continued]_________

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