The Cunning Alpha | Jinkook

Seokjin's Pov:

I never imagined I'd find myself caught in a situation like this, trapped by a man who seemed to thrive on control and obsession. It wasn't just his need for power that intimidated me; it was how he played with me as if I were a toy to amuse him.

The sick satisfaction he got from it was noticeable like he was testing how far he could push me before I broke. And what scared me most was that I had no idea how to handle someone like him. There was no playbook for dealing with a mind like his.

Even after he left, his presence didn't fade. His scent clung to everything in my home, filling the air in a way that felt too personal, too invasive. It was as if he was still there, looming over me, watching me. An annoying, unwanted, and disturbing ghost that wouldn't let me go. I could almost feel his eyes on me, and it made my skin crawl.

I hated it. I hated him. And more than anything, I hated that it felt like there was little I could do. It's as though my mind had become like a record player on repeat as the same questions kept flowing: How did I get here? How had I allowed myself to get pulled into something so dangerous, so far beyond what I could control?

The crazy part is I didn't have an answer. I didn't even know where to start. The fear of being trapped in his world, with no escape, was paralyzing.

But, worse than the fear was the truth settling in my bones and knowing that getting out wouldn't be easy. It might not even be possible.

I wasn't dealing with some ordinary Alpha. No, this man was a force in every sense of the word, powerful in mind, body, and influence.

He wasn't just strong; he was strategic, calculating, and seemed like the kind of person to always be ten steps ahead. He wasn't someone I could easily outsmart or overpower. He had the whole country backing him, and to the outside world, he was the perfect Alpha: poised, respected, untouchable. But to me, he was a nightmare disguised as a man. And I wanted nothing to do with him.

It was very frustrating for me because I didn't hold out for this. I didn't spend years ignoring my family and their gentle matchmaking plans. Didn't politely avoid persistent Alphas who promised stability, affection, and a future. I wasn't waiting for a fairytale. But I told myself if I ever bonded, it was going to be on my own terms with someone who saw me. Really saw me.

Not as a prize, not as some challenge to tame, not as a weakness to mold into obedience.

And certainly not as something to possess.

I was careful and intentional. I crafted a life built on boundaries, dignity, and choosing myself, even when that meant being alone. I never thought of it as settling; I thought of it as survival and integrity.

But Jungkook stepped into my world like he already belonged in it, not with brute force, but with the quiet certainty of someone who never questions whether doors will open for him. He didn't knock. He didn't wait.

He just walked in and expected the rest of me to follow, as if it were an unavoidable outcome, just like his presence itself. Yet, I never chose him.

That was the thought that kept echoing inside me, looping louder with every hour that passed. I didn't choose this. I didn't choose him.

And yet, he was everywhere. In my home, which no longer felt like mine. His scent was everywhere; it clung to the furniture and to my skin like smoke I couldn't wash off. I could feel him, like heat left in a room after someone's gone.

I stood in the middle of my living room, arms folded tight as if I could hold myself together with sheer will. Every corner of the space hummed with his presence. Not just what he'd touched but what he'd taken from the air. I knew I couldn't stay here.