Mafia Fate | Jeon Jungkook x OC ✔️

Chapter 7

Yeri's POV

A lot of time passed since the day Jungkook had brought me to his home as a prisoner. I would train in the boring looking white building.

Even though I was well trained for combat, still, I guess training was the only other thing I could do besides being locked in a room all day long.

Sometimes Jungkook himself would come to see me train. But most of the days he was gone away for 'work' and I felt thankful for not seeing him more than it was necessary.

At times, Jungkook would force me to eat with him, but other than that, I mostly spent my time alone.

With each passing day training and exploring the mansion was becoming more and more of my hobby.

Jungkook told me that I was best at hand to hand combat but I needed to practice my use of the gun. And so these days, I was paying more attention to my use of the gun, among other weapons.

Exploring the mansion was like going on an adventure. I found that the kitchen, the dining room, Jungkook's meeting room - which was always locked - and the main lounging area were all on the first floor of the huge mansion.

There was also a door in a secluded area of the first floor that led into the basement of the house where I had been kept the first time I was here.  Anybody who didn't know the mansion could even tell that the door to the basement existed.

On the second floor of the mansion were bedrooms, windows and glass doors that opened into elegant balconies that overlooked the gardens or the fountains or the back side pools or the guarded entrance gate of the mansion that was more than a hundred and fifty feet away from the main building of the mansion.

The third floor also had bedrooms but there were no balconies. Antique mirrors lined a few of the walls of the third floor.

This floor was more on the peaceful, calm and quiet side. It was just as delicately handled as the rest of the mansion but it was quieter than the rest and there was this odd but calming peace on that floor.

Going deeper into the halls of the third floor, there was Jungkook's study or office. It was locked and I didn't dare go inside, but at times I lingered around in the third floor because there was just something so bewitching about it.

The mansion had more than a dozen bedrooms, all elegant and equally beautiful. The halls and corridors were always clean and tidy. The windows and the glass were always stainless.

There was always a sense of peace in the mansion of the biggest mafia. Perhaps I had known the most environmental peace in Jungkook's mansion than any place in all of my life, despite him always inflicting immense physical and mental torture upon me.

I didn't meet Doctor Park since the day she had left me alone with the asshole named Jungkook. And I had no way of contacting her because I wasn't given a phone or a chance to talk to someone.

I was a prisoner; and a prisoner I was meant to remain.

This morning, I woke up early, I ate my breakfast and then after changing, I went into the white building to get some training done. I kept training with a few weapons of different sizes and many different techniques of hand to hand combat that Jungkook had taught me.

After quite some time, I heard the door open and I stopped using the gun that I was holding.

I turned around only to find Jungkook coming towards me. His face was devoid of any kind of emotion yet again. I ignored him and turned back to my training.

Suddenly, I felt his hand over my shoulder and then before I knew it, he had taken the gun away from me and pinned me to the ground, pressing my head with a lot of force to the solid ground underneath.

I didn't fight back. I knew he wasn't there to fight; his demeanor told all.

"Why are you here?" he asked me calmly as he hovered above me.

"I'm training," I replied.

He scoffed and put is forearm on my neck, holding me in place below himself.

"Why have you changed?" he asked me.

I didn't reply. He pressed his arm harder, making it difficult for me to breathe and he kept pressing his arm harder and harder and harder with each passing second until I couldn't breathe at all.

"Tell me why," he said. "If something happens to my plan, I'm going to see to it that I make your life a living hell, Kim Yeri."

"Haven't you already done enough? You ruined my whole life like it's nothing, and for you it isn't, but I worked so hard, so fucking hard, to build myself a new life, away from all this mafia. Fuck you."

I threw him off of me; standing up, and fixing my top.

"You are paying for you own father's fault," he said. "If it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have been here right now. He ruined all our lives."

Anger boiled inside me. Not that I loved my father or something, but Jungkook was making it seem like it was my entire fault.

"How dare you, Jeon fucking Jungkook. How dare you say all of that? You were the one who kidnapped me and brought me here. You made my life a living hell. You. It's all your fault," I raised my voice.

"If it wasn't for your father, my family would still have been alive and I wouldn't have been the monster that I am today."

"You-"

"No, fucking let me finish. Our fathers were best friends. But what kind of a best friend uses their friend for their own good. Your father sure proved that. He used my father. He fucking used my dad to stable his own position in the mafia world. He stabbed my dad in the back, and no emotional pain is more than when your own brother uses you to make himself the all powerful and almighty human. This mafia, this business, it was both of their collective effort. But your father used him to secure his position. He never even saw how many lives he was affecting by doing that. Your father is a fucking monster....

".....ten, Yeri; I was only ten when I saw your father kill my mother. And all I could do was watch. By the time my father arrived at our home, my mother lay all covered in blood, while I sat beside her and asked her to wake up. Two years later, your father killed my dad as well. It is all your father's fault. If he hadn't betrayed my father like that, if he hadn't killed all his men and took away his mafia and his business, if he hadn't killed my grandmother for his own benefit, if he hadn't killed my mother and my father, my family would still have been alive. But now all three of them are dead because of your father."

"I had nothing to do with this mess but you dragged me into it. Go chase and hunt after the man who is my father. I didn't tell him to do all of that. And if you find him, stick a few bullets in his head for me, because he didn't let his own daughter live in peace."

And with that I left.

Jungkook's POV

I got home late that night after eliminating a threat. I straightaway left for my room.

On my way to my room, I saw the door of Yeri's bedroom stood slightly open and light from inside fell upon the dark corridor.

I pushed the door slightly and it opened wide. Yeri was under the comforter. As I got nearer, I saw that she was shaking underneath it.

Slowly, I removed the comforter and found her curled up in bed; her face wet with sweat and perhaps tears as well.

When she felt the warmth leave her body, she opened her eyes and looked up to see me.

"Leave," she told me in a very dangerous tone.

Anger coursed through me and I almost slapped her but I was too tired to argue with her and I didn't want to see her any longer.

I didn't want to keep her here as much as she didn't want to stay here, and it was only for my mission, my bigger plan, that I was letting her even stay at my home.

"Fucking go away, Jungkook," she said.

And I simply left because if I had stayed, I would have done something I would regret later.

I hate you, Kim Yeri.