Glimpse Of Revenge
Y/N was buried in her textbooks at Seoul University, the noise of the cafeteria fading into the background as she tried to drown out the chaos around her. The scholarship was her lifeline, especially with her mother struggling back in the village. She barely noticed the presence looming over her until a familiar voice broke through her concentration.
“Studying hard, Y/N?” Jungkook taunted, a smirk plastered on his face. He stood tall, dressed in designer clothes that screamed privilege. His girlfriend, Doohe, stood beside him, rolling her eyes.
“Why don’t you go back to your rich boy games, Jungkook?” Y/N shot back, not even looking up.
“You know, it’s easy to hit the books when you don’t have to worry about where your next meal is coming from,” he replied, a mocking tone lacing his words.
Y/N felt her cheeks heat with anger. “At least I’m not a spoiled brat who thinks money makes them better than everyone else.”
Doohe giggled, and Jungkook leaned closer. “Jealous, are we? You’ll never be one of us.”
With a flick of his wrist, he knocked over her drink, sending it splattering across her notes. Laughter erupted around them, but Y/N’s heart raced with humiliation.
“Jungkook!” she yelled, her fists trembling. “You’ll pay for this.”
Days passed, and the tension between them escalated. Jungkook’s relentless teasing had crossed the line into outright bullying. One afternoon, outside the library, Y/N had reached her breaking point.
“You’re such a jerk, Jungkook!” she shouted, her voice rising. “Why do you enjoy making my life miserable?”
“Because it’s fun to watch you squirm,” he replied, his eyes glinting with mischief.
In a moment of impulse, Y/N slapped him hard across the face, her heart racing. The cafeteria fell silent, and Jungkook’s expression morphed from surprise to anger.
“You’ll regret that,” he hissed, the humiliation burning in his eyes.
Y/N turned and walked away, her heart pounding. She had done something she never thought she would, but the thrill of it mixed with fear.
Jungkook seethed in anger after the slap. A plan began to form in his mind a twisted revenge that involved marrying Y/N and turning her into his puppet. The thought made him smirk.
The next day, he approached her in the library, adopting a faux-serious demeanor. “We need to talk, Y/N.”
“What do you want, Jungkook?” she snapped, crossing her arms defensively.
“I have a proposal,” he said, leaning closer. “Let’s get married.”
Y/N blinked in disbelief. “You’re insane.”
“Think about it,” he continued. “You’ll have everything you’ve ever wanted. A rich husband, no worries about money. Just say yes and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
“And what’s in it for you?” she asked, skepticism evident.
“Just I realized how much I want you” He replied with a smirk
Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself wrestling with her thoughts. Jungkook’s offer lingered in her mind, especially with her mother’s struggles weighing heavily on her heart.
“Y/N, you look troubled,” Syra, her best friend, said one evening as they studied in their dorm. “What’s going on?”
“I can’t stop thinking about Jungkook’s proposal,” Y/N admitted, biting her lip.
“You can’t be serious!” Syra exclaimed. “He’s a bully!”
But Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted when she received a text from Jungkook: **”Meet me at the café. I have something important to discuss.”**
She hesitated but then went, curiosity getting the better of her. When she arrived, Jungkook was waiting with a confident smile.
“I have proof that I can help your mom,” he said, sliding a folder across the table.
Y/N opened it, her breath hitching when she saw photos of her mother struggling in the village. “What is this?”
“I can make all of this disappear,” he said smoothly. “All you have to do is marry me. It’s a win-win.”
Y/N felt panic rise. “You’re blackmailing me?”
“Call it what you want. It’s just a business deal,” he replied, a glint of triumph in his eyes.
Y/N felt trapped. The weight of her mother’s struggles rested heavily on her shoulders. “I can’t do this, Jungkook.”
“Think about it, especially about your mom” he urged, leaning closer. “You know you want to save her. Just imagine what you could do with my resources.”
After a sleepless night, Y/N finally made her decision. “Fine,” she said, walking into the café the next day. “I’ll marry you.”
Jungkook’s eyes lit up with victory. “Smart choice.”
The wedding was a lavish affair, filled with glitz and glamour. Y/N stood at the altar, her heart pounding with mixed emotions. She wore a stunning white gown, but inside, she felt like she was drowning.
“Do you, Y/N, take Jungkook to be your lawfully wedded husband?” the officiant asked.
“I do,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
Jungkook’s expression was smug as he said, “I do.”
As they exchanged rings, Y/N’s heart raced. Was this really her life now?
After the ceremony, as they posed for photos, Jungkook leaned in, whispering in dangerous tone, “You’ll learn to love this life, Y/N.”
The night of their wedding, Y/N entered the beautifully decorated room, her heart fluttering with anticipation. But as she turned to find Jungkook, her excitement shifted to confusion.
“Where are you going?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“Just needed to take care of something,” he replied, his expression unreadable.
Before she could protest, he walked out, leaving her alone in the dimly lit room. Confusion turned to despair as the minutes turned into hours.
When he finally returned, he had a smug grin on his face. “Did you miss me?”
“Where were you?” Y/N demanded, her heart pounding in her chest.
“I just had to see my girlfriend,” he said casually as if her heart hadn’t just shattered.
Y/N felt a wave of betrayal wash over her. “You left me alone on our wedding night?”
“I had things to do and that’s none of your business,” he shrugged, the nonchalance in his voice cutting deeper than any knife.
In the days that followed, Jungkook’s true colors began to show. He treated Y/N with disdain, often reminding her of her place.
“Make sure dinner is ready when I get home,” he ordered one evening, his tone icy.
Y/N felt tears prick her eyes. “You can’t keep treating me like this.”
“Why not? You’re my wife now,” he sneered. “You wanted this life, remember?” As he kissed her roughly just to remind her place
“Not like this!” she struggled and cried, feeling helpless.
“You’ll learn,” he replied smirk coldly, leaving her alone to wallow in sadness.
As weeks turned into a blur of torment, Y/N felt herself breaking. Jungkook’s mental and emotional games left her feeling worthless.
One day, she confronted him. “Why are you doing this? I thought you cared.”
His laughter echoed through the room. “Care? This is revenge, Y/N. You thought you could slap me and get away with it? You are just paying the consequences of slapping me”
“You’re a monster,” she said, her voice shaking.
“Maybe,” he said, leaning closer. “But you’re the one who brought this situation.”
Y/N felt a deep sadness settle in her heart. She had trusted him, and now she felt completely alone.
Just when Y/N thought she couldn’t take it anymore, she received a message from Doohe. **”Meet me. I have something important to tell you.”**
Curiosity warred with fear, but she agreed to meet. When she arrived, Doohe was waiting, her expression serious.
“You need to know something about Jungkook,” Doohe said, her voice low. “He’s not who you think he is.”
“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, confusion swirling in her mind.
“I know he’s treating you like trash, but it’s part of his game. He’s trying to break you,” Doohe explained. “He thinks it’s funny.”
Y/N’s heart sank. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I can’t stand watching him hurt you. He’s been doing this for a long time,” Doohe said, her eyes filled with sincerity.
Y/N felt a spark of hope. “How do I stop him?”
“Fight back,” Doohe replied. “Show him you’re stronger than he thinks.”
With newfound determination, Y/N decided to confront Jungkook. She wouldn’t let him continue this twisted game.
“Jungkook,” she said one evening as he returned home. “We need to talk.”
“What now?” he snapped, his arrogance radiating from him.
“I’m done playing your games,” she declared. “You may think you can break me, but you’re wrong.”
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued but still dismissive. “What are you going to do? Slap me again?”
“Maybe,” she replied, her voice steady. “But I won’t be your puppet any longer.”
Jungkook’s expression shifted, surprise flickering in his eyes. “You think you can just walk away?”
“I won’t let you control me,” Y/N shot back, her heart racing with defiance.
As days passed, Y/N began to reclaim her life. She focused on her studies and surrounded herself with supportive friends. Jungkook, on the other hand, grew frustrated.
“What happened to my obedient wife?” he asked one evening, his tone laced with disbelief.
“She’s gone. You pushed her away,” Y/N replied, crossing her arms defiantly.
“You think you can just ignore me?” he challenged.
“Watch me,” she said, a newfound strength radiating from her.
Jungkook’s frustration boiled over, and he stormed out, leaving Y/N feeling a mix of victory and fear.
Days turned into weeks, and as Y/N focused on herself, Jungkook began to realize something was changing. His attempts to control her were failing, and he found himself drawn to her strength.
One evening, as they crossed paths in the hallway, he stopped her. “What’s happening to you?”
Y/N raised an eyebrow. “I’m becoming who I was meant to be.”
“You think you can just leave me behind?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
“No, Jungkook,” she replied, her voice steady. “I’m taking control of my life.”
In that moment, something shifted between them. Jungkook felt a pang of regret for how he had treated her.
One night, Y/N found Jungkook sitting alone on the balcony, staring at the stars. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly.
He looked at her, a mix of emotions on his face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Then why did you?” Y/N challenged, her heart pounding.
“I thought it was a game,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “But it became something else. I didn’t want to care, but I do.”
Y/N felt her heart race. “You can’t just switch it on and off, Jungkook.”
“I know,” he said, his expression sincere. “But I want to change. I want to be better for you.”
As time passed, Y/N and Jungkook began to build a fragile bond. The lines between love and hate blurred, and Y/N found herself feeling something she hadn’t expected.
One evening, as they sat together, Jungkook took her hand. “I want to make things right. I know I messed up.”
“You can’t just say that,” Y/N replied, uncertainty creeping in. “You have to show it.”
“I will,” he promised, determination shining in his eyes. “Just give me a chance.”
Y/N hesitated, but deep down, she felt a spark of hope. “Okay, but it won’t be easy.”
“I’m ready for it,” he said, his voice steady.
As days turned into weeks, Y/N and Jungkook worked on their relationship. It wasn’t easy, but they made an effort to communicate.
One day, Jungkook surprised Y/N with a picnic in the park. “I wanted to show you that I can be different,” he said, a smile on his face.
“You’re trying,” Y/N admitted, her heart warming.
“I’m sorry for everything,” he said, sincerity in his voice. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
Y/N felt a mix of emotions. “It’s going to take time to heal.”
“I’ll wait,” he promised, his grip on her hand tightening.
As time passed, Y/N realized that her feelings for Jungkook had transformed. She loved him, despite the pain he had caused her.
One evening, as they walked hand in hand, Y/N turned to him. “I think I’m falling for you.”
Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise, and a smile broke across his face. “Really?”
“Yeah,” she said, her heart racing. “But you have to promise to be better.”
“I promise,” he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.
In that moment, Y/N knew they had woven a new story together a tale of redemption, love, and healing.
Months later, Y/N lays on bed as Jungkook wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Can you believe how far we’ve come?” he asked, a soft smile on his face.
“Not at all,” Y/N laughed, her heart full. “But I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“Me neither, now let’s starts the main performance” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her softly.
Y/N feels excitement with desire as Jungkook covers blanket on both of them and they starts exploring each others.. , Y/N realized that even the darkest beginnings could lead to the brightest endings. Their journey had been tumultuous, but it had brought them together, stronger and more in love than ever.
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