Junhyun’s face was red with rage, veins bulging on his forehead. “Get the fuck out of my house!” he roared, pointing at the door with a shaking hand. His voice cracked, half broken with fury, half shattered by betrayal.

Tae clung to Jungkook’s sweaty chest, still trembling from the orgasm he had wrung out of her minutes ago. Her eyes were wet, but there was no regret in them—only relief.

“You heard him,” Jungkook smirked darkly, sliding his arm protectively around her waist as if she were already his wife. He looked straight at his father with a cocky grin. “We’ll leave. She’s mine now. That baby is mine. Everything you thought was yours? Gone.”

“Get out!” Junhyun shouted again, voice breaking, eyes burning with tears.

Tae pressed her face into Jungkook’s neck, whispering softly, “Take me away… I just want you, Jungkook. Only you.”

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his hand squeezing her ass possessively. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you everything. He can rot in his own misery.”

They walked out together, her still naked except for the blanket Jungkook had thrown over her. The humiliation in his father’s eyes only made Jungkook harder, knowing he’d won.

—

That night, Jungkook drove her to a secluded house on the edge of the city—a modern, luxurious place in his name but never used. “Our beginning starts here,” he said, carrying her in bridal-style through the door before slamming it shut with his foot.

He dropped her onto the couch, pulling off his shirt in one swift motion. His eyes were wild with lust. “You’re mine now, baby. No more hiding. No more shame. I’m gonna fuck you in every damn corner of this house until you can’t even say his name anymore.”

Tae spread her legs wide on the couch, smirking through her flushed face. “Then stop talking, Jungkook. Show me.”

He growled, ripping the blanket off her naked body and climbing over her, his cock already hard again. He slammed into her in one thrust, making her scream, her tits bouncing violently.

“Fuck! Jungkook!” she cried, clutching his shoulders.

He leaned down, biting her ear as he pounded her into the couch. “Say it again. Tell me whose slut you are now.”

“Yours!” she screamed, wrapping her legs tighter around him. “I’m your slut, Jungkook! Only yours!”

—

They fucked on the couch until she was sobbing and shaking, then he dragged her to the kitchen, bending her over the counter. Her cheek pressed against the cold granite as he spanked her ass, thrusting hard.

“You love being fucked in our new kitchen, huh?” he growled, watching her tits hang and bounce beneath her.

“Yes! I love it—ahhh—Jungkook, you’re stretching me so good!”

He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the counter, fucking her again with her legs spread wide in the air, kissing her swollen belly between thrusts.

“This is mine,” he grunted, rubbing her stomach. “My baby. My woman. My home.”

—

But Jungkook wasn’t done. He carried her up the stairs and threw her onto the bed in the master bedroom, climbing over her with a predatory grin.

“You’re not sleeping tonight, baby,” he whispered darkly, sliding back into her soaked pussy. “I’m gonna fuck you until you forget he ever existed.”

She clawed at the sheets, screaming his name over and over as he claimed her body again and again.

Hours passed, room after room, position after position—her body marked with his bites and bruises, her voice hoarse from moaning, crying, begging. And every time she broke apart beneath him, Jungkook whispered the same thing against her lips:

“You’re mine. Forever mine.”

And for the first time, Tae believed it with her whole soul.