Jungkook

Your voice cracked—desperate, raw—as you begged:

"I will do anything but this!"

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes—not from weakness, but pure humiliation. You didn’t care about pride right now. Not in front of them.

You’d apologize. You’d bow. You’d even let him slap you back—if that was all it took.

But not… whatever he was about to do next.

Jungkook paused for half a second at the sound of your plea—the first real fear in your tone since this started—but it didn't soften him.

If anything? It made his jaw tighten more. Made his fingers curl tighter around the torn fabric still clutched in his grip.*

Taehyung exchanged a glance with Jimin: "She's scared..."

Jimin shrugged slightly—like he couldn't decide if that made things worse or better.*