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Her appearance is like a fragile flower,
But in actuality, she is wilder than wind.
Her craziness drives him wild.
And makes him go insane.
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A Ferocious Beast and an Ordinary Nurse
JEON JUNGKOOK
SHIN Y/N
"You are insane."
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The news of his father's return from a long business trip irritated Jeon Jungkook to no end. Not because he hated his father-far from it. Mr. Jeon was the only family he had left, the only man in this world who could command even a fraction of his respect. But if there was one thing Jungkook despised, it was his father's incessant nagging about hiring someone to "take care" of him.
Are you fucking serious?
He was twenty-four years old, not a child in need of a babysitter. He had built an empire with his own two hands, made men kneel before him in fear, and carved his name into the underworld with blood and power. The idea of having someone hovering around him every second, controlling his every move, dictating what he should or shouldn't do-it made his blood boil.
Jeon Jungkook was a king.
A devil.
A force of nature that could not be tamed.
And kings do not bow to anyone.
The thought of someone trying to "handle" him was laughable.
Yet, as he walked through the grand hallway of his mansion, his father's voice rang out, dragging him from his thoughts.
"Jeon Jungkook, my son! How have you been?"
Mr. Jeon's voice was deep, authoritative, yet laced with warmth. He spread his arms wide, pulling his son into an embrace the moment Jungkook was close enough. There was a look of contentment on his face, the expression of a man finally seeing his son after months of absence.
Jungkook sighed but returned the hug without hesitation. Whatever his temper may be, his father would always be the one exception. The only person for whom the devil himself softened.
"As always, I'm doing fine," Jungkook replied coolly, stepping back. His dark eyes studied his father with careful precision. "What about you, Father? Has anyone caused you trouble while I was away?"
Mr. Jeon let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as they moved toward the grand leather sofas in the center of the room. A third presence in the room-a young man with sharp features and neatly styled hair-lowered his head slightly in respect before sitting a small distance away from them.
"You still haven't answered me, Dad," Jungkook pressed, his voice carrying a cold edge that sent an uncomfortable shiver down the young man's spine.
The name of that man was Kim Taehyung, one of Jungkook's most trusted subordinates.
Jungkook's gaze was unyielding, piercing straight through his father as he waited for an answer. His fingers drummed against his knee impatiently.
Mr. Jeon, unfazed by his son's intimidating aura, had the audacity to roll his eyes.
