Y/n: Get out, you disgusting pervert. *he heard y/n’s voice*
Frank: Shut up, whore. You aren’t in Busan. Here you are nothing. I can’t wait to bury my cock in your cunt once Jungkook is done breaking you in.
Y/n: I won’t shower in front of you. Get out!
Frank: Then I will call Jungkook and tell him to punish you.
Oh ... so he would call me? Interesting, Jungkook thought. Jungkook stalked closer, not making a sound. Frank’s back twitched like he was busy jerking off, which was probably the case. Jungkook mouth pulled into a snarl, but he held back his anger.
More silence followed and Jungkook approached without making a sound. Frank’s profile appeared in his view, leaning in the doorway with his hand clutching his ugly dick as he rubbed it furiously. Jungkook stopped a few steps from him, and there was y/n in the shower, her back turned to him.
Frank was practically salivating on the ground and jerking off, watching y/n shower. She was a sight to behold, no argument. Her skin was smooth like marble. There wasn’t a blemish on her body, not a single imperfection, so unlike his own. She had been protected all her life, kept safe from the dangers of this world, and here she was at Jungkook mercy.
Frank: Turn around. I want to see your tits and cunt. Frank ordered, his hand moving faster on his cock. Frank was so wrapped up in watching her and wanking off, he didn’t notice Jungkook “If you don’t turn around, I’ll call Jungkook.”
Y/n: I won’t turn around, you bastard! she hissed “Then get Jungkook. I don’t care!”
Frank: You little whore! I will turn you around myself.
Frank made a move as if to push off the doorway, when y/n turned around, one arm wrapped protectively over her breasts, the other hand shielding her pussy. The water pouring down her face almost hid her tears. She gave Frank the most disgusted look he’d ever seen, her head held high ... and then she spotted Jungkook behind Frank.
Frank: See, that wasn’t so difficult, was it? Frank rasped
Back to present
Jungkook lip curled. He pulled the knife from his holster, slid his fingers through the knuckle holder, relishing in the feel of the cold metal against his skin. Y/n watched unmoving as Jungkook stepped up to Frank. Y/n perfect proud lips wouldn’t utter a warning. Jungkook wrapped his arm around Frank throat in a crushing grip and pressed Jungkook knife against Frank lower abdomen. Frank cried out in surprise and let go of his cock.
Jungkook: You were going to call me? *Jungkook asked. Frank terror-widened eyes blinked up at Jungkook as his face turned red from the pressure of Jungkook grip. Jungkook loosened his hold so he could speak.
Frank: Jungkook, I made sure she wasn’t messing around. It’s not how it looks.
Jungkook: Hmm. Did you know that no man has ever seen what you just saw?
Frank shook his head frantically. Jungkook lifted his gaze to y/n, who was watching with a frozen expression
Jungkook: You see, now you have seen something that I had no intention of sharing.
Jungkook explained in a pleasant voice. He slid the knife into Frank abdomen, only a couple of inches. He cried out, flailing in Jungkook grip. Jungkook held him fast, Jungkook eyes never leaving y/n. Blood trickled down over his hand. Frank filthy blood.
Y/n dropped her arms to her side. Jungkook didn’t think she noticed. She stared at Jungkook in open horror. For once her prideful mask had slipped and revealed her true nature: a softhearted, breakable woman.
Frank: Jungkook. *Frank spluttered* “I won’t tell anyone what I saw. Please, I beg you.”
Jungkook: I believe you. Jungkook said mildly “But you will remember.” *Jungkook drove the knife deeper into his flesh, moving slow, letting him savor every inch of the blade* “Did you imagine how it would be to sink your filthy cock into her pussy?”
He gurgled. The knife was buried to the hilt in his abdomen.
Jungkook: Did you imagine to bury yourself to the hilt inside her? *Frank eyes were bulging, his breathing labored. Jungkook twisted the knife and he screamed again. Then he pulled it back out as slowly as it had gone in. Frank legs gave way, and Jungkook let him drop to the ground. He clutched his wound, crying like a coward. It would be another ten or fifteen minutes before he died. He’d wish it were less.
Jungkook: Remember what I told you about your eyeballs and tongue? Your cock will join them.
Jungkook brought the knife down on his cock, and y/n whirled around with a gasp