#engrained

The calm atmosphere of the bar eased your nerves somewhat. The drink you nursed in your glass had watered down an indication of just how long you had been sitting the lonely booth. You much preferred it to sit at the bar, it would draw for too much attention and you had enough of that to last you a lifetime. As you moved the glass you saw the brown liquor swish from side to side threatening to spill over every so often, but never doing so. A large sigh left your lips as you slouched over the wooden table. "Rough night?" The waiter set a glass of water right in front of you. You had forgotten people could be so nice.

"Rough life." You mumbled back, bringing the glass towards you and sipping on the straw. He probably thinks I lost my job or something. You had lost a lot more than he or anyone could think possible. You tried to glance at him in a discreet way, one that wouldn't require you shifting so that your neck might be exposed. On it hung a rather large pendant with a familiar crest hanging on it. Jungkook had agreed that letting you wear the diamond might have drawn unwanted eyes, but he hadn't let you leave the penthouse until he placed another collar on you. It was the same as every other: heavy, beautiful, jeweled, and with the Jeon family crest engraved. If the waiter saw it he was sure to stop speaking to you and suggest his coworkers do the same.

You couldn't blame him, it would've been a smart choice. But you longed for company and conversation with someone who wasn't the maids, guards, or tormentor. "A pretty girl like you live a difficult life? I find that kinda hard to believe." You chuckled humorlessly, continuing to sip on the water. "One could say my pretty looks are what got me into this mess." The waiter didn't answer and for a second you thought he might walk away until he sat before you. His features were chiseled, prominent and distinct. He wore a kind smile on his face. The button-down he wore had a plaque attached to it that read 'Lucas.'

Lucas leaned forward onto the table a soft smile on his face. "If it's a suitor that's giving you problems, I'm close friends with Lord Yoongi. We agree up together so -" You shook your head, causing him to stop talking. "Thank you but no one can save me. Not even lord Yoongi." Though lord knows he tried. Lucas furrowed his brows seemingly displeased at the lack of faith you exhibited. "Well then, I'll just have to talk to the guy." He joked crossing his arms in an effort to seem broader. A smile slipped onto your features, the first one in a while.

You felt a presence behind you and began to feel dread pool in your stomach. "Your highness, it's time to go." The guard spoke so loudly that everyone in the bar heard if, the calm ambiance shattering. Lucas looked from the guard towards you, confusion and a bit of fear in his eyes. You didn't blame him for the latter. Gathering your coat which had been strewn on the seat beside you, you stood up. The guard threw several bills on top of the table before escorting you out of the establishment. You could feel everyone's eyes as they bore into you - their queen. "Mark, please don't tell him anything." You whispered as he pulled open the door to the car. You didn't need to face Jungkook's wrath tonight.

"He already knows Mrs."

Jungkook was called to the city to do some business and insisted you accompany him. Not for any other reason than to string you along like the puppet you were. The penthouse the two of you were living in was state of the art. Tall glass panes, minimalistic furniture, abstract art, and photography. It was something no one in this world but he could afford and he rather liked that. You knew the second you stepped across the threshold that Jungkook was livid, the reason being that you didn't spot him anywhere. He wasn't in the parlor, kitchen, or even the bathroom. The only place left to check was the bedroom and you feared to go in there. After waiting several minutes by the door, you decided that it was best to rip the bandage off than give him time to think of other ways to torture you.

"Come in." His voice spoke out before you could even bother to knock. Opening the door, you saw Jungkook laying in bed. White silk pajamas adorning his body as he stared at you in a way that can only be described as predatory. "I'm back." You spoke, not sure what to say or how to avoid the inevitable. "Hmm. Did you enjoy the city?" He asked, his hand coming to rest under his head supporting it. You nodded, glancing around noticing all the bags strewn around. "How did your day go?" You asked, noticing the white paper bag with the name 'Florencios' on it; it was Hyunshik's favorite store. Your son loved the stuffed animals and toys that they made.

"I don't want to talk about that," Jungkook said, rolling his eyes before patting the empty space next to him. "Lay with me." You knew what that meant. "I'm dirty. I haven't showered, yet." You tried to make excuses but his glare spoke louder than words ever could. "We'll shower later. Lay with me." So moving as slowly as you could, you made your way to the bed. Taking off your coat, shoes, and subsequently everything but your loose camisole and underwear. "Where's mine?" You asked referring to your set of pajamas which were always folded neatly by your bedside. Jungkook shrugged, patting the bed again. That was your last warning.

You climbed onto the bed and lied next to him. Leaving almost a foot of space before Jungkook pulled you closer to him. His hands wandered all over your body. His touch was gentle, but you knew how he could go from a loving man to an aggressive, unforgiving beast in a matter of seconds. You resisted the urge to push him away, and run, as fast as your legs could take you. You longed to move away from him and be safe, but you didn't dare move a muscle. You couldn't.

Jungkook pulled you closer, both his arms wrapping around your waist, and pulled your body just the slightest bit on top of him so that you would rest your head against his chest. His grip on you was tight. His thumb brushing the bare skin just under the back of your neck. You were certain he could hear your heart racing, beating faster than humanly possible. You were nervous and scared, he reveled in it.

As your head rested upon him you felt the rhythmic beats of his heart and the prominent pulses of veins under his muscles and flesh. What is he thinking? What is planning? Jungkook was unreadable as always. The night was young, and you wondered if you would be able to sleep tonight. When was the last time you had gotten a full night of sleep? Or would tonight be the same as every other night? You hoped not, for Jungkook seemed to be in control of himself. Until you made the mistake of glancing up. Your eyes meeting his dark ones.

Jungkook licked his lips, lustfully. His expression was the perfect indication of his sexual stimulation. In fact, you couldn't just see the arousal on his face; but you could feel it. Pressed against your stomach. Hard and stiff with need. He moved his hand to lay on top of yours.

"What are you thinking?" Jungkook asked suddenly. The smile he shot as you were boyish and innocent. His hand traced soothing circles into yours. The image of him like this was almost serene. "Nothing." You replied. "I saw you visited several places today. Anything of interest you would like to share?" He was talking about the bar, about Lucas. Jungkook's jealousy was the worst of his traits. It only leads to disaster and though you wished there was a way to avoid it, there wasn't. Jungkook believed that your eyes should only be on him and Hyunshik whenever he needed it. It was a miracle he didn't keep you locked in a cage - anymore. "Jungkook -"

"No, I'm more interested in who that boy was...Lucas is it?" His tone was enough to have you cowering away from him, but his grip on you only tightened. "How terrible would it be for Hyunshik not to receive any birthday present because his mommy was misbehaving? He was so excited for his first birthday and now it won't happen." Tears welled in your eyes. "Jungkook please nothing happened. Don't punish Hyunshik, it isn't his fault. Please." Jungkook threw his head back in laughter, "God forbid the spoiled brat doesn't get a present." It was much more than that and you were aware. You reasoned that some part of Jungkook did love his son, for it was a part of him. But he loved Hyunshik mainly on the grounds that it kept you forever bound to him.

You were frozen for several minutes not knowing what to do or say, it seems Jungkook eventually took pity on you. "Come on darling. Make it up to me. If you do it right then maybe I'll only kill the waiter and not our son." Your breath hitched. The words rolled off his tongue with such ease, you wondered if he was even human. There was no denying you knew things would come to this eventually.

With dignity and pride pushed to the back of your mind, you placed a kiss on Jungkook's neck. You knew by now that reasoning and moral logic wouldn't sway Jungkook from his way of life, the only way to do that was to descend down to a physical approach.