Chapter 4: Captive Heart

JK's voice was low and husky as he spoke, his words dripping with malice. "So, you're thinking of Jimin. Tell me, V, do you love him?"

V's heart skipped a beat. "Jimin is my friend, my brother. I'll never leave him."

JK's voice grew closer, his breath hot against V's ear. "You're mine now, V. Mine alone."

V's mind recoiled in horror. "I'll never be yours. I'll never love you. You're a monster."

JK's voice didn't change, but his tone seemed to vibrate with tension. He kissed V, his touch rough and demanding.

V's anger simmered as he lay in bed, JK's presence still lingering. He couldn't believe JK's audacity, claiming him like a possession.

As he drifted off to sleep, V felt JK's warm breath near him. Suddenly, JK stirred, his voice low and husky. "Good morning, V."

V ignored him, his anger still burning.

JK didn't seem to mind, whistling as he showered and cooked breakfast. He set the table, his movements efficient.

"Let me help, boss," one of his men offered.

JK refused, his eyes glinting with a possessive light. "I'll do it myself."

But when V entered, his expression turned cold. "I'm not eating," he spat.

JK's phone vibrated, and he stepped away to answer it. "Eat, V. Don't be stubborn."

But V refused, his jaw set.

Later, JK's men brought food for V, but he refused to eat it. "I won't eat anything from him," V spat.

JK's men sneered. "You don't need to show so much tantrums, you're just a toy for our boss. Eat, or you'll starve."

V's heart raced as they forced him to eat, their hands rough

V's stomach growled, but he refused to give in. JK's men laughed, tossing the food aside. "Suit yourself, toy. But don't say we didn't warn you."

As the day passed, V grew weaker, his body screaming for sustenance. But his mind refused to yield, refusing to accept anything from JK.

JK's men taunted him, their words cutting deep. "You're nothing but a plaything for our boss. You'll do as he says, or suffer the consequences."

V's heart rebelled, but his body betrayed him, trembling with fear and hunger.

Later when JK returned home,And looked at V. his eyes flashing with anger, his jaw clenched. He strode over, "Leave him alone," he growled.

His men retreated, sensing their boss's displeasure.

But V saw the possessiveness in his eyes, the desire to claim him. And he knew he was trapped in a dark game of obsession.

JK turned to V, his expression softening. He gently took V's hand, guiding it to the food. Then,

JK's voice came again, soft and gentle. " eat something. You're weakening yourself."

V's ears pricked up, surprised by the concern in JK's voice. But he pushed it aside, refusing to believe it. "I won't eat anything from you."

Then, JK approached V, his movements gentle. He fed V with his own hands, His touch tender, his eyes fixed on V's face. His expression remained serious, without a hint of a smile, but his actions spoke of a deep care and concern.

V felt a shiver run down his spine asa mix of fear and fascination. JK's gaze locked onto his, intense and unyielding, yet gentle. V's heart raced as JK's fingers brushed against his lips. Feeding him with a tenderness that belied his rugged exterior.

V's senses picked up on something else - a faint rustling, like JK was moving closer. But V's mind refused to accept it, refused to believe that JK might actually care.

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