Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#10 Focus On Me

Edited version 🖤🦋

"Let’s see how long you can keep up this game. I’m looking forward to the outcome."

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Y/N strutted out of the building, head held high, a smug smirk curling at her lips. She had won. She had actually won. Jeon Jungkook, the walking, talking embodiment of intimidation, had just eaten every last bite of the meal she brought him. And he did it while glaring at her like she was his arch-nemesis.

She bit back a laugh, shaking her head. What did he think? That I’d just back down like everyone else? That I’d tremble in fear and let him control me with his broody stares and violent mood swings?

Please. He clearly didn’t know who Shin Y/N was.

“Nice try, Mr. Mafia Menace,” she muttered under her breath, flipping her hair dramatically. “But you just lost to a nurse with zero combat training and a plastic fork.”

The thought made her chuckle, and as she walked away, she couldn’t help but throw in a little extra sway in her step, just in case Jungkook was watching from the window.

Which—knowing him—he probably was. Fuming. Plotting revenge. Possibly throwing another expensive object against the wall.

Well, let him. She had bigger things to worry about—like what she was going to bring him for dinner.

At the Hospital

Y/N pushed open the hospital doors, the familiar scent of antiseptic and fresh linen greeting her. The place felt like a second home, despite the fact that she hadn’t been here as often since she started working for Jungkook. Her lips curled into a soft smile as she spotted Mia standing near the reception desk, flipping through a patient file.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Mia’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked up.

Y/N placed a hand over her heart, feigning offense. “What do you mean why am I here? Can’t I visit my best friend?” She pouted, sticking out her bottom lip like a child denied candy.

Mia chuckled, shaking her head at the sulking girl before pulling her into a warm hug. “That’s not what I meant, my cute pumpkin,” she teased, squeezing Y/N slightly before pulling back. “I meant, you have a job now. And what if he finds out you’re here? You know he’s a mafia boss, right?” Her voice dropped slightly at the last part, eyes darting around as if Jungkook himself would materialize at the mention of his title.

Y/N rolled her eyes, completely unfazed. “First of all, I don’t need his permission to exist, Mia,” she huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Second, he’s at the office, being his usual broody, terrifying self, and I’ll be back at the mansion before he even realizes I was gone. So there’s no need to think about that rude bunny.”

Mia raised a brow. “Rude bunny?”

“What? He has bunny teeth. A very punchable face. And an attitude that makes me want to smack him with a clipboard.”

Mia snorted. “Right. The terrifying mafia boss. You really are something, Y/N.”

Y/N waved her off with a smirk. “Anyway, I’m here for Ronwoo. How is he?”

Mia’s expression softened. “He’s been asking about you since this morning. You should go see him before he drives us all crazy.”

Y/N chuckled. “Then let’s go before he starts plotting his great escape just to come find me.”

Linking her arm around Mia’s, she tugged her along, their laughter echoing through the hallway as they made their way to Ronwoo’s ward.

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