Yakuza's love - JJK [COMPLETED] ✅

Chapter 5

"Why are you in this place? What if they ever come across us? What might they believe?" I yelled and whispered at him. He was only grinning and admiring me, though. I looked down while blushing. I turned to face him after he placed his two fingers on me. "If somebody sees us, they'll think that the next powerful Yakuza leader is with his soon-to-be wife." He spoke.

"Here. Accept it. As he placed a phone on my palm, hesaid,: "We specifically made this phone for our household. It will have a tracker and be impossible to hack. And now that you are a part of my family, I am giving this to you for us to talk and get to know each other." He said. "But dad.." He cut me off by saying, "I talked to your dad. He agreed." He said. I just replied with an 'Okay' and told him to leave, as I was scared that someone might see us.

Nevertheless, he put his hands on my waist. His eyes never left mine as he slowly leaned in. He gently sucked my neck. I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and felt the wetness. When he bit me in the sweet spot, I sobbed. I know I caught him grinning. He withdrew and creased the marks he had made. "Mine!" he growled in an ominous, deep voice. I have no idea what possessed me or how I could be so bold, but I said, "Yours!" When he heard this, he grinned and said, "I'll go, love."Enjoy your night." I was a blushing mess when he placed his lips gently on my forehead, turned to go to the door, and winked at me.

"He is really bold, isn't he?" When I showed Selena the marks this morning, she said this: "Maybe that's why he is the next Yakuza." As I was applying foundation, I remarked that Selena had taken some of my mother's belongings. We cannot properly apply makeup. According to our father, there would only be one person for whom you would prepare, specifically for him. He is also special. "Malissa, can I come in?" My father allegedly knocked on my door. "Yes, dad," I remarked as he approached, and I saw Selena was also present. What is she doing in my room? he inquired. "Oh!" she exclaimed in response.

I arrived to pick her up for breakfast. She spoke. "Hmm, leave. I need to speak with her. He delivered it firmly. When she left, her father sighed. "Darling, did Jungkook give any phones to you?" He queried. "Umm, yes, Dad," I replied. "Great! Give it to me, and I'll quickly check to see if using it is safe for you." He spoke. He looked at the phone I handed him. My father is also very good at handling everything. He is proficient in Python programming. "You're in good hands. Your location and other information will be provided to Jungkook by a tracker. I don't mind; it's fine," he said. I gave him an 'Okay' in response and followed him to breakfast.

"The engagement will take place next month." When I turned 17, my father remarked. It has been a year since we first spoke. We communicate via text a lot. He seems like a nice, gentlemanly man. We learned a lot about one another. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is actually quite gentle with me. I only recently met him. He gave me many gifts when his family came for dinner, and when I say many, I really mean many. Various types of branded clothing, colognes, and necklace sets are Hanbok, too. Traditional Korean clothing's graceful shape and vibrant colors are at its core. Its expressive and imaginative design features a slim top and full bottom. I should wear this to our engagement, he instructed. My mother was asked, and she asked my father.

As it is Jungkook's wish, he said, it's okay. Time goes on, and here I am preparing for my engagement. I received matching jewellery and sandals from Jungkook. In addition, he dispatched two maids specifically for me to prepare. I had put on my makeup. Selena was sobbing while seated next to me. I could do nothing more than smile at her. My hair is currently being done. After some time, a maid came to my aid and instructed me on how to wear a Hanbok myself. She was extra cautious around me because she thought someone might kill her if something went wrong.

It was lovely. I appeared stunning. Despite the jewelry's weight, I managed to feel at ease wearing it. The Hanbok was made of red silk with hand-engraved details all over it and had a particular pattern along the borders. It was hard to describe, but it was simply stunning.

The time had come for Jungkook to arrive. My mother came over and gave me a teary-eyed look. She almost choked me as she hugged me. "My darling, this is absolutely stunning. You are so lovely. She spoke. "Thanks, mum." I grinned broadly as I said it. When my father arrived and saw me, his eyes grew wide. "The size of my little princess has increased. Hmm." We chuckled as he said it. Although I was crying, I couldn't do it just yet. Upon entering, a butler bowed before my father and announced, "Leader, Sir Jungkook is here." He spoke. My palm is starting to perspire. I was incredibly anxious.

Any second now, my stomach would be churning with my heart. Flying out of me are butterflies. "Shall we, Princess?" My father reported that I smiled while taking his hand and nodding. We approached the Jeon household. They cheered and laughed together. To obtain their blessings, I visited Jungkook's parents and grandparents. They grinned and complimented me on how good I looked. Then he came, wearing a red silk shirt, white jeans, and flexing his muscles while grinning at me. He appeared to be handsome. "Do I look good, sweety?" He smirked and questioned. I blushed as I nodded. "Turn around and show me how you look," he chuckled. I quickly spun for him to decide. "Beautiful as always."