Part 7

The morning light streamed cold and bitter through the dining room windows. Yoongi sat alone at the long table, gripping his cup of black coffee until his knuckles turned ghost-white. His brain throbbed with a merciless hangover, completely wiping away the final hours of last night. He remembered the heavy drinking at the nightclub, the poisonous jealousy of seeing Y/N dancing with Taemin, and driving home in a haze of raw fury. After that... absolute blackness.

Yet, a dark, heavy knot sat in his stomach—a terrifying feeling that something permanent had occurred while he was intoxicated.

The front doorbell rang. The housekeeper opened it to welcome Taemin, who walked into the dining room with a bright, confident smile.

"Good morning, Uncle Min," Taemin greeted casually, taking a seat across the table. "Is Y/N up yet? We planned to grab breakfast together."

Before Yoongi could answer, soft footsteps sounded on the stairs. Y/N walked down, heading straight toward the hallway restroom to wash up and get fresh. Her hair was swept up in a messy bun, exposing her neck completely. Etched into her soft skin were deep, dark purple hickeys. But what sent a wave of icy terror straight into Yoongi’s heart was her walk—she was limping slightly, moving with delicate soreness.

Taemin glanced up at her and chuckled softly, his voice echoing clearly across the quiet dining room.

"Morning! Wow, Y/N..." Taemin smirked teasingly, leaning back in his chair. "Was last night a bit too rough? You're literally limping... I told you we should have taken it easy."

Y/N offered Taemin a quiet, secretive smirk. "I'm just going to wash my face in the bathroom. Wait for me."

Every drop of blood in Yoongi's body froze. I was passed out drunk last night... Did Taemin come home with her? Did she bring him into this house? The agonizing jealousy twisted in his chest like a rusty blade. Unable to contain the suffocating fury, Yoongi stood up silently while Taemin checked his phone, stealthily following Y/N down the hallway.

Inside the spacious marble bathroom, Y/N stood in front of the large mirror, turning the sink faucet on. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung shut, and the lock clicked firmly into place.

Before Y/N could even turn around, Yoongi stepped up directly behind her.

Instead of pinning her to a wall, he slammed both of his hands down onto the cold marble edges of the sink counter on either side of her body—trapping her completely between the counter and his broad chest. His chest pressed firmly against her back, radiating unbearable heat, while his rigid length pushed relentlessly against her lower back through his trousers.

Y/N looked up into the mirror, her breath catching as her eyes locked onto his shadowed, bloodshot gaze. Yoongi leaned down, burying his face into the side of her neck, his hot, heavy breath washing over the bruised skin.

"Uncle Min..." she whispered, her voice trembling slightly at the sudden physical proximity.

"Why him?" Yoongi rasped out, his voice broken, raw, and completely devoid of pride. He didn't bite or mark her this time; instead, he rested his forehead against her shoulder, trembling against her back. "Why did you let him touch you like this under my roof?"

Y/N tilted her head, her hand sliding over his on the marble counter. "You pushed me away, Uncle. You said this was wrong. So why does it matter who touches me?"

A ragged sob tore from Yoongi's throat. He lifted his head, staring at her reflection in the glass, his hands tightening on the sink counter so hard the marble seemed ready to crack. His eyes were desperate, filled with months of buried pain, possessiveness, and forbidden desire.

"Because it's killing me, Y/N!" Yoongi confessed, his raw voice echoing softly off the marble tiles. "It's driving me fucking insane to see another man look at you... to touch you... to leave these marks on you!"

He pressed his hips forward, grinding hard against her hips from behind, forcing her to feel the heavy, unrelenting pulse of his desire through their clothes.

"I love you," Yoongi finally whispered, laying his soul completely bare in the dim bathroom light, his lips brushing her earlobe. "I tried to stop it... I tried to be your uncle, to stay away... but I can't. You're mine, Y/N. I'm completely sick for you. If I see him touch you one more time, I will ruin everything."

In the mirror, Y/N’s lips curved into a slow, victorious smile. She tilted her face back against his chest, her heart hammering with dark triumph. She had finally broken him—not with force, but by driving his jealousy beyond the point of sanity.

"Say it again, Uncle Min," she whispered back softly, her fingers lacing through his. "Tell me who I belong to."

"Me," Yoongi growled into her neck, pressing his lips hard against her pulse point. "Only me."

Y/N turned slightly in his arms, staring into his dark, desperate eyes with a challenging smirk. "Then prove it, Uncle Min... Show me that you can love me so much harder than Taemin ever could."

Yoongi stepped forward, his breathing ragged, but suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks. A heavy shadow of guilt washed over his face as reality slammed back into him.

"I can't..." Yoongi choked out, taking a step back as he rubbed his face in agonizing hesitation. "Think about the age gap, Y/N... Think about your father. He trusts me more than anyone in this world. I can't break that trust. I can't ruin your family."

Y/N's eyes narrowed, her smile fading into a cold, sharp resolve. "Then you have to lose me, Uncle Min. You can only pick one—your guilt, or me."

Without waiting for his answer, Y/N turned toward the door. "I'm going back to Taemin."

She took one step forward, but before she could reach the handle, Yoongi grabbed her wrist with terrifying speed and yanked her back.

Her back slammed hard against his chest with a heavy thud. Before she could react, Yoongi wrapped one hand firmly around her waist and captured her neck with the other. He began kissing her neck roughly, possessively claiming every inch of her skin, sucking hard over the very hickeys he believed were left by Taemin.

Y/N let out a breathy gasp, a quiet, victorious smile spreading across her face as his lips burned into her skin.

Yoongi didn't stop. He pressed his lower body tightly against her rear, grinding his hard dick aggressively against her back through his clothes, completely out of control.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low, gravelly, and full of ruthless desire. "I've endured this for years... holding back, thinking about everyone else. I'm done stopping for anyone. I don't give a damn about the world anymore—I'm only going to think about us."

Without breaking his gaze in the mirror, Yoongi quickly unbuttoned his shirt, kicked off his trousers, and stripped down to just his thin boxers. The large marble bathtub in the center of the room was already filled with warm, steaming water. Yoongi stepped right into the tub, sinking down into the warm water, and pulled Y/N by her waist straight into the bath to sit directly on his lap.

The water splashed over the edges as she landed on him, her wet clothes clinging instantly to her body. She could feel his rock-hard length pressing firmly against her lower back underwater, swelling so thick and heavy through his wet boxers it felt as though the fabric would tear apart.

Yoongi reached up and stripped her soaked top off in one swift motion, exposing her skin to the warm water and misty air. From behind, he cupped both of her bare breasts in his broad hands, kneading and squeezing them firmly with possessive intensity.

An overwhelming wave of pleasure surged through Y/N. She tilted her head back, letting it rest heavily on Yoongi’s wet shoulder, a soft, breathless moan escaping her lips as the warm water swirled around them.

Yoongi continued to knead her chest tightly, his hips rhythmically grinding his hard dick up against her rear under the water.

Y/N’s heart raced with pure joy. This time, Yoongi wasn't drunk. There was no alcohol clouding his mind, no memory loss, and no excuses holding him back. He was completely conscious, fully aware of what he was doing, and choosing her out of his own raw desire. Finally, there were no barriers left standing between her and the man

she loved.

To be continued in Part 8...

Smut alert in next chapter 🔞🔞🔞