† 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟯𝟬 †

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༺ ☠︎ †  𝖁 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓  𝖎 𝖓  𝕯 𝖆 𝖗 𝖐  † ☠︎ ༻

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, his back slightly hunched as his elbows rested on his knees, his jaw tight, lips parted just a little as his dark eyes stared at Evie's sleeping figure like he was watching something that both tempted and disgusted him at the same time.

She was lying there, deep in sleep, high out of her mind, completely unaware of the world around her-unaware of the fact that tonight was her last peaceful sleep, because after this, after everything he had planned, peace wouldn't exist for her anymore.

She looked so calm, so soft, her cheek resting against the pillow, breathing light and slow, like a baby and it pissed him off more than anything, because how could someone who caused so much chaos in his life, who ruined his image, destroyed his pride, and made him look like a fool in front of everyone, sleep so easily like she had no care in the world?

His eyes traveled down her face slowly-her lips were still puffy and swollen from his kiss, lipstick completely smudged and messy, her neck carried a fresh hickey he gave her not long ago, and her dress, oh that damn dress, had risen up high on her thighs, the straps barely hanging on her shoulders, making her look hot as hell in the most careless way possible.

She was mumbling softly in her sleep, probably still half-stuck in that haze, her body twitching a little like she was still chasing that high, like she still needed more, and it made Jungkook breathe harder.

His body reacting against his will, growing hard as hell because of the raw way she looked, the way her skin flushed and how easily her body responded to him when she was all over him earlier.

He cursed under his breath, his hand raking through his hair in frustration as his jaw clenched tight, trying to control himself, because even though his body wanted to do something reckless, he still had enough control to know this wasn't the time-she was high, not in her senses, and no matter how cruel he felt, he wasn't going to cross that line.

"Damn it," he muttered his eyes scanning her like he was memorizing her, like this image of her being this vulnerable, this exposed, this desperate, would give him satisfaction but all it gave him was more fuel for revenge.

"You think you're so innocent, huh?" he whispered in a low voice, leaning slightly closer, his fingertips brushing her jaw, trailing slowly down her cheek, just to watch her face twitch under his touch.

Her lips parting as she whimpered softly in her sleep.

"You weren't innocent when you slapped me in front of everyone," he continued, voice getting darker, "or when you totally manipulate Taehyung and turn him fully against me, he literally turned to all of us because of you."

He gently tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, his touch surprisingly soft despite everything boiling inside him, and as he looked at her messed-up hair, flushed cheeks, and slightly sweaty skin, he let out a deep breath, barely holding himself together.

"You don't even know what you've done, do you?" he muttered, staring at her like she was a puzzle he was about to tear apart piece by piece. "This is your last peaceful night. After this, you won't even remember what it feels like to sleep without fear."

Then she whimpered again, turning her head slightly, chest rising a little faster, and he could see it-she was still burning from the inside.

Still feeling the aftershocks of that drugged haze, still desperate for a release she didn't even understand.

He bit the inside of his cheek, his hand clenching into a fist on his thigh. His eyes darkened even more, his body reacting again because she looked too damn good, too damn soft and needy, and it pissed him off that someone like her had this effect on him.

"It's not you," he muttered to himself, almost like trying to convince his own mind. "It's not because of you - it's the effect, the damn high, that's it."

But no matter how many times he said it, it didn't help. Because she was still lying there, looking like a damn wrapped in chaos, her breath getting heavier, her legs twitching slightly under the dress, and it was driving him mad.

Still, he moved closer, his hand gently pushing her sweaty hair away from her face, whispering close to her ear, "Shh, sleep... you need to sleep, baby girl. You're not ready for what's coming. Rest while you still can."

Jungkook leaned back a little, still sitting at the edge of the bed as his eyes dragged down her body slowly, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts, each one darker than the last.

Looking so vulnerable, eyes shut tight, completely out of it, lips parted slightly, breathing slow and soft, still lost in the drugged haze with no clue what was about to hit her when she woke up and that made his smirk grow wider.

His jaw clenched as he stood up, stretching his neck side to side before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Then he turned and looked at her again, tilting his head slightly with a cold chuckle as he grabbed his phone from the table. "Let's make this real fun, babygirl," he whispered to himself, voice low and twisted. "You messed with the wrong man... now watch how the devil plays."

He set the phone to camera mode, adjusted the angle by placing it on a side table just right, making sure it showed him and Evie on the bed-the messy sheets, her dress that had already ridden up her thighs, her lipstick smeared, that hickey bold on her neck and then he sat beside her again.

Carefully, he moved her arm across his stomach like she was hugging him, pulled her leg over his lap, let her head fall on his shoulder, and made sure her dress strap slipped just enough to make the picture look convincingly intimate-like they had just had a wild night together.

He even tugged down his shirt a little, messed up his own hair, and leaned his head back slightly with a crooked smile. It was all part of the setup.

One photo. Two.

Then one with his face dangerously close to her as imitate it as kiss and fingers tangled. She was completely unaware of it all, deep asleep, her mind still floating, and he made sure every photo looked like something that could ruin her-something that would make Taehyung lose his mind.

Once done, he picked the phone up, checked the pictures, and laughed to himself-satisfied with how convincing it looked. He looked down at her again and shook his head, the corner of his lips twitching upward in cruel amusement.

"Get ready for the real destruction, sweetheart," he whispered darkly, brushing his thumb across her cheek like a twisted mock of affection. "Because you clearly didn't know who the hell you were messing with."

He leaned in closer, whispering near her ear, "That same hand you used to hit me... you'll raise it again, but this time, to beg. To cry. To plead for my mercy."

He sat back and let out a dark laugh, the kind that sounded more like a warning. "You think tonight was bad? This is just the beginning, princess. I'm not done. I'm far from done."

His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he thought about how perfectly everything had fallen into place-how her own so-called friend had helped him bring her to the farewell party, how she was the one who walked in without Taehyung, and how his plan had moved so smoothly.

Running his hand down his face, thinking about how lucky he got that Taehyung came late. That just made it even better because when Taehyung showed up and saw his precious little girlfriend, the girl he worshipped like she was made of gold, kissing Jungkook like she wanted him, grinding on him like she couldn't breathe without it, not even knowing she was drugged-that moment would live rent-free in Jungkook's memory forever.

Because now, it wasn't just Evie who would suffer. Taehyung would too.

And Jeon Jungkook, the devil everyone forgot how to fear, was back and this time, he wasn't stopping until they both learned what it meant to ruin him.

His eyes drifted down to her legs, the way her dress had ridden up almost to her hips, barely covering anything-one more twitch and it'd flash everything.

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath, jaw clenching as he looked away for a second, trying to control the heat that shot straight through him.

He cursed again, rougher this time, and leaned over to yank the fabric of her dress down roughly, just enough to stop his mind from slipping further but not enough to kill the view.

His fists tightened.

This was getting too much.

His body was already betraying him, rock-hard, throbbing, painfully tense, and she was just lying there like that.

He couldn't-no matter how much hate burned inside him-he still had some line, and he wouldn't cross it.

But he needed to release.

Now.

He stood up, running a hand through his hair, breathing heavy, frustrated beyond reason.

Why suffer when the whole damn world wants a piece of him.

It wasn't hard-never had been.

Every girl in this goddamn college would down for him. Hell, most of them dreamed of being ruined by Jeon Jungkook because when he fucked, he didn't just touch your body, he ruined your soul.

And right now, he needed exactly that.

A distraction.

A release.

He smirked to himself as his thoughts shifted to Raven-the girl who always knew how to handle things. A dangerous beauty, sharp tongue, and fucking perfect in bed.

God, she was good. She made pain feel like heaven. But tonight wasn't her part-she had other work to do as she going to handle the next plan. Setting things up for him. Helping him.

So he needed someone else.

He glanced back at Evie one last time, her figure still sprawled across the sheets. He licked his lips, dark eyes burning as he whispered low, "Sleep well, princess... when you wake up, your world will never be the same."

And with that, he walked out, locking the door behind him with a click.

His body still ached-hard, needy, wild. But he wasn't about to waste it on thoughts. He needed action.

And lucky for him... temptation was standing just a few feet away.

Three girls stood near the stair railing, giggling over something on their phone, dressed up for the night, trying way too hard to look casual.

Jungkook's gaze locked on one of them. Tight dress hugging her curves like it was painted on, lashes long, mouth glossy.

She spotted him and nearly dropped her phone.

He didn't speak right away. He just walked-slow, confident. And once he was in front of her, he leaned in, voice low and filthy smooth.

"Still dreaming about me, babygirl?"

She froze, then gave a breathless laugh. "Depends... are you here to make dreams come true or ruin them again?"

His smirk curled. Dark. Dangerous. Hot.

"I'm here to wreck them," he whispered, stepping even closer, brushing her hair off her shoulder, lips brushing her ear. "Need to fuck someone so hard I forget who I really want to break."

Her breath hitched. That's all it took.

"You down, or do I go to someone else?"

She didn't hesitate. "I've been waiting for you to come back to me."

"Good girl," he said, grabbing her wrist with just enough force to make her gasp. "Then follow me. And don't expect sweet. I'm not in the mood for gentle tonight."

He didn't even look back as he led her down the hall.

The way he pushed the door open. The way he pulled her in like he owned her. The way he slammed it shut and locked it without a word.

They disappeared into the next room, and the second the door slammed shut-it was chaos.

The kind of chaos that left scratch marks down his back, headboards shaking, and loud groans bouncing off the walls.

"Fuck, you loving this, didn't you?" he growled against her skin as she moaned in response, her hands tangled in his hair, her legs wrapped around his waist.

It was rough. Messy. Wild. The kind of angry fuck that left bruises and pride shattered.

And through it all-the only image in his mind...

Was Evie's face.

That innocent expression.

That soft mouth.

Those eyes that made Taehyung fall for her.

He'd break every bit of it.

Because nobody humiliated Jeon Jungkook and walked away untouched.

†

Taehyung pushed open another door, his eyes scanning the room–empty. Just like the last one. He checked corners, hallways, even the dance floor, but still no sign of either of them.

His chest was heavy.

His hands curled into fists.

It felt like everything inside him was falling apart–confusion, betrayal, heartbreak, all crashing in at once.

He had trusted her.

He loved her.

And now? She was nowhere. And neither was he.

The music in the background, the laughter, the chatter–all of it faded to noise. It was still the farewell party, students were all around him, dressed in their best, dancing, joking, completely unaware of the storm building in him.

He walked past them, eyes dark, shoulders tense.

Then he heard a familiar voice.

"Taehyung?"

He turned slightly.

Raven.

She was standing a few feet away, holding a drink, her face lit up like she was surprised to see him. She walked over casually, like they were just old friends bumping into each other at a party.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up," she smiled, brushing her hair back. "It's been a while since we talked, huh? I mean, ever since you got into that relationship, you kinda ghosted everyone."

She let out a soft laugh, like she was trying to be friendly, maybe even playful.

"How've you been though? What are you up to these days?"

But Taehyung didn't answer. He wasn't even looking at her properly. His eyes were scanning the hallway behind her, still searching. Still desperate.

Raven's smile faltered a bit. She tried to keep it casual but took a small step back when he didn't say a word.

"Okay, wow," she said, raising her eyebrows. "If you didn't wanna talk, you could've just said it. No need to act like I'm a stranger or something."

Taehyung didn't respond. He stepped past her, ready to move on - he didn't have time for small talk, not now.

But her next words made him freeze.

"You looking for something?" she asked, her tone light, but her eyes sharp. "Or... someone?"

He stopped walking.

Raven tilted her head, keeping up the act. "Your face says it all. You look like you're ready to tear someone apart."

She took a slow sip of her drink before casually adding, "If you're looking for your pretty little girlfriend... Evie, right?"

Taehyung turned to her fully now.

Her voice softened, almost teasing. "I saw her earlier... with Jungkook."

She leaned in a bit, lowering her voice just enough. "They were on the dance floor for a second, then I saw them leaving together. Looked like they were sneaking off... maybe trying to find somewhere quieter, if you know what I mean."

Taehyung's heart was pounding so loud it echoed in his ears. His fists clenched tightly at his sides, knuckles turning white. He looked at Raven with stormy eyes, trying to hold back the flood of emotions swirling in his chest - anger, betrayal, disbelief, pain.

"What are you even saying?" he snapped, his voice low and dangerous.

Raven blinked at him, feigning innocence, but there was a trace of smug satisfaction flickering in her eyes. "Relax," she said, casually, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I'm just telling you what I saw. That's it."

She took a step closer, her arms folded, head tilted slightly. "Your perfect little girlfriend... the one you practically worship... the girl you fought everyone for–including me, by the way–yeah, she was dancing with Jungkook like she forgot your name. Like you didn't even exist."

Taehyung's brows furrowed, the veins on his neck bulging. His breath caught in his throat, but he said nothing. His silence made Raven bolder.

"And let's be honest," she said with a bitter little chuckle, "you saw it too, didn't you? I mean, your face screamed it. You looked like someone just punched the air out of your lungs. Don't pretend like you didn't catch them on the dance floor."

Taehyung's face twisted with pain, but she wasn't done.

"It's unbelievable, right? The girl you called different... pure, innocent... turns out she's no better than the rest. Honestly, I should've seen it coming. Jungkook's hot–you know that. Hell, I've been with him. He can have any girl he wants. And honestly, if I had a boyfriend and Jungkook gave me that look? Maybe even I'd cheat too and I am accepting it that I am a kind of slut for him."

She gave a mocking shrug. "But Evie? She always acted like she was better than everyone. Like she had morals. Like she was above all this."

Raven paused, her smile now sharp. "Looks like your little angel has horns after all."

Raven leaned in a little, lowering her voice as if sharing something intimate. "She was all over him. Grinding on him. Smiling. Kissing him like she forgot she ever belonged to you."

Taehyung flinched as his guts twisted but Raven caught it. Her eyes sparkled like a hunter who spotted blood.

"And you know what's hilarious?" she said, letting out a scoff. "Jungkook and I had plans tonight. A lot of them. I even ditch another boy for him." She shrugged. "But clearly, that dumbass ditched me for your little angel. Guess I wasn't hot enough for tonight. Or maybe... she was just easier prey."

Taehyung's teeth clenched as he looked away, his mind spinning with flashes of what he'd seen–Evie in that red dress, her hands on Jungkook's shoulders, his hands on her waist, kissing, the way she leaned into him like she belonged there.

Raven didn't stop. She was building her case like a carefully crafted lie wrapped in enough truth to sound believable.

"I mean, come on," she said, shaking her head. "You made her out to be some holy saint. Some moral, untouchable, innocent girl. Like she was different. Special."

She stepped in front of him, forcing him to look at her. "But in the end? She's just like the rest of us. Actually worse, because at least I never lied about who I was."

Her tone shifted–just bitter and tired. "You called me names, Tae. You think of me as a slut, bitch, attention-seeker. Said I was disgusting. And maybe I am. But at least I've always been honest about it. I didn't pretend to be someone I'm not. I never put on a mask."

Her gaze turned sharp now. "But she did. And you believed every word. Every fake smile. You made her your whole damn world, while the rest of us just watched you fall harder and harder, blind to the truth."

She folded her arms again, biting the inside of her cheek. "You know what hurts more than getting cheated on?" she asked, voice low. "Getting played. By someone you thought would never hurt you. By someone you trusted more than yourself."

Taehyung didn't speak. He couldn't. His throat was dry, his chest was hollow.

Raven kept going, like she was trying to drive the knife deeper.

"She didn't even hesitate, Tae," she whispered. "You should've seen her. She was with her will. She wasn't pushed. She wanted it. She was moving with him like she forgot what shame was. Like she forgot you."

There was a flicker of something raw in Taehyung's eyes–pain, disbelief, fury, confusion. He still wanted to believe it was a mistake. A misunderstanding. That there was an explanation. But Raven kept destroying every possible excuse he could make.

"And don't act like you didn't see them," Raven said sharply. "You saw them. On that dance floor. Kissing each other."

She scoffed, the anger finally rising in her voice. "You humiliated me many times, remember that? You made me feel like nothing because you were so sure she was everything. You threw everyone away your childhood friends, including me, just to put her on a pedestal."

Raven took a step back, throwing her hands up. "Well congrats. She cheated. With Jungkook, of all people. The guy who flirts with anything that breathes. The guy who literally brags about the girls he fucks behind closed doors. And she still fell for it."

Taehyung's jaw trembled slightly. His body stiffened, heart breaking with each word.

"And now look at you," Raven said, quieter now. "You look like a ghost. You don't even know what to believe anymore."

She let the words hang in the air. Then she added, almost softly, "I just didn't expect the girl who acted so perfect to fool you like this."

Taehyung's chest was rising and falling rapidly. He looked away, blinking hard. His vision blurred, and for a moment, it felt like the world around him was spinning. He didn't know whether to scream, cry, punch a wall, or just collapse to the ground and shatter.

His silence spoke louder than words.

Raven watched him closely. She knew the damage was done. Her words had cut deep - just like she and Jungkook had planned.

And as Taehyung turned away, too broken to speak, too afraid that if he opened his mouth, he'd sob–Raven stood there with a victory face. Just watching him walk away with a storm raging inside him.

With a roll of her shoulders, she pulled her phone out and called Jungkook, ready to give him the update. One ring. Two. Straight to voicemail.

Her jaw clenched.

"Oh, now he doesn't wanna pick up?" she hissed, calling again. "Typical asshole."

After the third call, the line finally connected. But instead of a greeting, she was hit with a deep, breathless growl through the speaker.

"What is it, babygirl?"

His voice was rough, dripping in lust. In the background, she could hear everything–breathy moans, wet gasps, skin slapping, and a woman whimpering like she was on the edge of losing her soul.

Raven's face twisted. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

She pulled the phone away from her ear, then brought it back with a hard sigh. "I'm out here covering your damn tracks, and you're in the middle of your banging? Are you serious right now?"

Jungkook chuckled, low and devilish. "Multitasking, babe," he panted. "I can fuck and talk. Thought you knew me by now."

"God, you're disgusting," she muttered, pacing. "And don't even tell me who it is. I swear to God, if you're with her—"

"Me with her?" he cut in, a grunt escaping as a loud moan came through the speaker. "God, Raven, did you lost your mind, you really act like stupid some times, use your brain at once, why would I do that!"

"Shut up, you are not a saint either," she muttered. "You're really out here living your best fuckboy life while I'm doing your dirty work."

"You do it so well," Jungkook said, voice dark with pleasure. "Tell me you did it, baby. Tell me Taehyung's reaction."

Raven rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Your precious plan worked. Taehyung walked away like he got shot in the chest. I said everything you wanted me to say. And guess what? He believed it."

A beat of silence. Then Jungkook's voice dropped even lower–teasing, praising, laced with lust."Fuck, Raven... that's why you're my favorite."

She let out a dry laugh. "Please. You only call me your favorite when I'm doing your dirty work."

"Wrong again," he breathed. "You're my favorite cause you've got fire. You're not some pretty little puppet like the rest. You play the game with your teeth bared."

Raven paused, biting her lip despite herself.

"Don't flatter me," she muttered. "You wouldn't even remember my name if I didn't keep saving your ass."

Jungkook grunted again, clearly reaching the edge. "Nah... I'd remember you. Every damn time I close my eyes. Especially when I'm deep in someone who isn't you, thinking about how much better you'd take it."

Raven's breath caught in her throat–part fury, part heat.

"Ugh, you're such a fucking manwhore," she snapped. "You can't even control yourself for five goddamn minutes."

Jungkook's laugh was low and sinful. "Are you jealous, Raven?"

"Fuck you."

"Gladly," he breathed. "Wanna switch places with her? I've got enough stamina for both of you. I'll fuck the betrayal out of you, make you forget who you're working for. You'd beg me to ruin you."

Her breath hitched–involuntarily.

"I swear to God," she muttered, trying to sound annoyed.

"I'll swear too," Jungkook growled, and she could hear him picking up pace, groaning through clenched teeth. "Swear I'll have you screaming my name next. You want that, don't you?"

She sighed, hating the way her thighs clenched. "Finish your damn session and meet me outside. I'm not waiting around while you break your damn back."

Jungkook groaned into the phone, voice thick with release. "Five minutes, baby. Let me finish making this one cry first... then I'll come make you scream."

She hung up, heart racing - from fury... or anticipation. Maybe both.

★ ★ ★

—𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾           𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍···୨ৎ