Mafia's Kim & Detective's Jeon •TK•✔️

JeonKook

Next Morning

Third Person POV:

Jungkook and Taehyung slept peacefully, their contrasting presences like an angel resting beside a devil. Sunlight streamed through the window, its golden rays hitting Jungkook's face.

He shielded his eyes with his hand, squinting as he adjusted to the brightness. Then, reality jolted him—he wasn't in his own house. His gaze softened as it fell on the sleeping detective in his embrace, Taehyung looking ethereal, like an angel.

Jungkook took in their position: his hand resting on Taehyung's waist, Taehyung's head nestled against his chest, and one of Taehyung's legs draped over his body. A tender smile spread across Jungkook's face as he gazed at him. Taehyung began to stir, whining softly in his sleep.

Just as the detective's eyes fluttered open, Jungkook quickly closed his own, pretending to still be asleep.

Taehyung's POV:

I opened my eyes, and my gaze landed on Jungkook, still asleep beside me. He really looks cute while sleeping, I thought. His closed eyes framed by long lashes, his adorable nose—I just wanted to poke it.

His lips, his hair falling softly over his forehead... I'd never seen him this close before, our faces mere inches apart. He truly resembled a bunny. But as I gazed at him, memories of last night crashed into my mind—he's a monster. I pulled back, wincing as a sharp pain shot through my lower back.

"Ahhh, my back..." I muttered, struggling to sit up.

I glanced at him again, sleeping so peacefully, like an innocent child—as if he hadn't forced himself on me last night. Anger surged within me, and I kicked him off the bed.

Jungkook yelped, "Ahhh, this is how you're going to wake up your soon-to-be husband?"

He hit the floor, rubbing his backside with a grimace.

"Asshole, in your dreams! Get out of my house—I don't want to see you!" I shouted, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at him.

"Darling, I'm sorry. Please forgive me," Jungkook pleaded, his tone softening. "I didn't want to do that, but when I saw you in that state, I thought you were with another man. It made my blood boil. I was here to propose to you—I was so happy, dreaming about us. But you didn't show up. I waited for you without eating anything. Look."

He gestured to the room, the remnants of his decorations still scattered around, and stood up from the floor.

"Where did you even find my apartment key?" I shouted, glaring at him.

"Oh, darling, easy peasy, lemon squeezy!" Jungkook laughed at his own joke, sitting on the bed beside me with a playful grin.

"You fucker!" I yelled, lunging at him and hitting his chest with my fists.

"Ahh, it's hurting, babe, don't do this!" Jungkook caught both of my wrists, halting my assault.

"Didn't you think the same when you raped me?" I snapped, my movements freezing as tears welled up in my eyes.
Jungkook's expression softened, guilt flashing across his face.

"I'm sorry, love, really sorry. I'm a monster for hurting an angel like you," he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug.

"You don't know how much I suffered yesterday at the club," I said, my voice breaking as I cried into his chest.

"Somebody tried to rape me, but I managed to escape his grip."
Jungkook gently pulled back, his tone soft but urgent.

"Who was it? Do you know him? Have you met him before?"
I shook my head, indicating "no."
"It's okay, don't stress yourself. I'll handle it," he said, his hand caressing my cheek tenderly.