A smirk played on Y/N's lips as she leaned in closer to his face, the gap between their lips reduced to mere inches.
With gentle fingers, she caressed his locks, her gaze locked onto his innocent eyes. Jungkook's breath quickened, her mere presence...
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•In her arms he whispered promises of power and protection•
💕•Chapter Five•💕
A month had passed since Jungkook found himself residing in Y/N's apartment, sharing her bedroom. Oh, how lovely those days had been for the innocent young man, his heart brimming with gratitude for the unexpected solace he had found in the company of the enigmatic mafia queen.
Nights were no longer haunted with fear but instead filled with the delicate embrace of a woman who had captured his heart.
In her arms, he discovered a sense of tranquility, a respite from the harsh complexities of the world. The memory of his initial capture began to fade, overshadowed by the affection and tenderness that permeated their shared space. If being held captive meant being with Ye Y/N, then Jungkook would willingly surrender his freedom to the clutches of the mafia.
Moreover, it had been a blissful month, free from the torment and abuse inflicted upon him by his cruel Aunt and Uncle. They were nothing more than distant figures now, left behind in the dark corridors of his past. In the sanctuary of Y/N's presence, he found healing and a newfound appreciation for the present.
Unbeknownst to Jungkook, however, on the other side of their shared existence, the Queen was biding her time, waiting for the opportune moment. Y/N had been patient, meticulously planning for the day when Jungkook's injured leg would be healed, the final piece falling into place.
It was a day she had long anticipated, a day that would set their grand plan into motion.
"Did you have a proper lunch?" Y/N asked with a serious tone, her concern etched across her features. Jungkook let out a sigh, his head nodding in agreement. "Yes, I did, Y/N-shi," he replied, a hint of exasperation in his voice. His fingers nervously fiddled with the sleeve of her black top, a habit he had unconsciously developed in her presence.
The sound of footsteps interrupted their conversation as Min Yoongi, dressed in his usual nonchalant manner, entered the lounge of Y/N's apartment. "Good morning, Queen," he greeted respectfully, bowing slightly.
Y/N offered a curt nod in response, her morning disposition not quite as warm as one would expect. "Good morning, Jungkook," Yoongi addressed the younger man, his voice laced with a subtle friendliness.
A playful giggle escaped Jungkook's lips as he uncovered his precious bunny-like grin. "Morning, Suga," he chimed, finding delight in the familiar nickname.
Y/N's gaze turned stern, her eyes darkening as she interjected, correcting Jungkook's choice of address. "His name is Min Yoongi, or you can call him Agust'd, pretty boy. How many times do I have to remind you?" she said, her voice firm but tinged with a hint of exasperation.
Jungkook's expression shifted into a pout as he locked eyes with the mafia queen, a silent protest brewing within him.
"Yeah, well, but I like Suga better," he argued, his glare unwavering as he challenged her. Y/N sighed, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips, a mix of exasperation and fondness in her eyes.
