Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#5 Thoughts About Each Other

Annyeong!

Edited version 🖤🦋

(After Jungkook left the mansion)
Inside
Mr Jeon POV.

No one dares to challenge Jeon Jungkook's decisions. His stubbornness is an unbreakable force, his temper a storm that no one wishes to face. Once he declares something, it becomes absolute-etched in stone, untouchable. His dark aura and uncontrollable rage are enough to send shivers down the bravest of men, making them think twice before standing in his way.

If I say no one can go against the devil, I mean it. Even I, his own father, hesitate before speaking my mind in front of him. His eyes hold fire, the kind that burns everything in its path, leaving nothing but ashes behind. But they say-when it comes to protecting your loved ones, fear ceases to exist.

And I will take that risk.

Because to the world, Jungkook is a monster, a heartless beast draped in shadows. But to me? He is my son, my blood, my only hope. The world sees a devil, but I see a broken boy drowning in his own darkness.

Call me selfish, call me reckless-but I will not let him spiral any further. Not when there is someone who can save him. Someone who can stand beside him and remind him that beneath all that darkness, a heart still beats.

I glance at my watch.

"It's time to meet him."

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"You will."

Those were his last words before he vanished into the darkness, leaving her standing there, frozen.

If she had known how dangerous-how unpredictable-that boy was, she would have never dared to cross his path. Never would she have attempted to make him understand, because instead of making him see reason, she had unknowingly made herself his prey.

Even now, long after he had disappeared, her mind refused to let go of his presence. His hazel-dark eyes, thin lips, button nose-features so sharp yet so effortless. His skin, sun-kissed and smooth, contrasted against the darkness he carried with him. The silver glint of his eyebrow piercing, the sculpted angles of his face-it was unfair how someone could be this perfect.

A sudden frustration surged within her, and Y/n abruptly shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts that shouldn't be there.

She couldn't-shouldn't-be thinking about him like this.

He was just a stranger. A fleeting moment in time. A meaningless encounter in the grand scheme of life.

Nothing special.

Only if she knew.

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt when her phone suddenly rang, pulling her back into reality. She blinked, shaking off the remnants of his lingering presence, before reaching into her small bag.

A quick glance at the caller ID, and instantly, a smile bloomed on her lips.

Without hesitation, she picked up, her voice light, warm, and full of unfiltered joy.

"Hello!"

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Jungkook stepped into the mansion, greeted by nothing but silence and the looming darkness that stretched across the vast hall. The absence of voices, of movement, of life-it was nothing new. His father, the maids, and his secretary had long since disappeared into their own corners of the world, leaving him to his solitude.

Just the way he liked it.

No warm greetings, no meaningless small talk. Just him, the shadows, and the emptiness that had become second nature. People often feared loneliness, but not him. Loneliness was his sanctuary. Darkness was his comfort.