Mafia Fate | Jeon Jungkook x OC ✔️

Chapter 9

Yeri's POV

It was the day of the mission. Jungkook 'informed' me that I was to be ready by eight in the evening.

The mission was to kill one of the mafia gang boss; Choi Wuhan. He had been Jungkook's rival for years but hadn't taken any real action against him.

But two weeks ago he attacked a few of Jungkook's men, leaving a message that he would bring down Jungkook. So Jungkook decided to finish him off before he created any more problems for him.

Choi Wuhan had arranged a party at his mansion this Friday night. That was where Jungkook was going to kill him.

The day went by quickly until evening came and I heard a knock at my door just as I was about to get dressed up for the mission. I opened it to find Jungkook standing there. He had a neatly folded dress in his hand which he handed over to me.

"Wear this for tonight. You should be looking no less than a slut."

Without waiting for my answer, he left. I opened the dress to its whole length and found it to be more revealing than it looked folded.

It was a long, sleeveless black dress that had a slit running down on the left side. The bare back was open and stopped just above the hip line.

When I wore it, it was tight enough to hug all of my curves, making them look prominent. The bare back was even barer wearing it.

I put on dark makeup to match the dress. I left my hair open to cover my back; the dress was already too revealing and I didn't want men to stare at every inch of me.

I matched a pair of black high heels from the closet and wore them. I was ready by eight, like I had been told. I looked at myself, and the dark makeup actually made me look like a bad person.

I was just finishing up the last touches of my makeup in front of the mirror when the door opened and Jungkook came inside.

He was wearing a black dress shirt with a black tie, a black suit and black dress boots. He had his black hair styled at the back perfectly. He wore ear rings in each of his ear. His eyes looked fierce and cold.

Coming closer to where I stood, he stopped just a few inches away from me. He looked at me and I felt a little intimidated under his strong gaze. Nonetheless, I held my position and stood straight.

He kneeled down and slowly grabbed the hem of my dress that touched the floor.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Jungkook?" I hissed at him.

"Fucking shut up and let me do my job," he said through gritted teeth, tugging at my leg harshly.

Then he lifted my dress and slid a gun inside my dress, strapping and securing it in place, on my thigh.

His hands grazed against my bare skin and I felt shivers run down my spine.

When he touched me his hand was cold and his skin was smooth. His jaw line looked even sharper at this angle and I couldn't help but stare at his face and the scar on the side of his cheek.

I gulped and looked away, not wanting to think about the fact that his hands were touching my bare skin and that his jaw line did things to me.

After he was done, he flawlessly let my dress flow back to the ground and stood up. He looked at me once again and checked me out. Once he had looked at every inch of me he lifted his eyes to hold my gaze. His eyes were devoid of any emotion yet again.

He moved towards my dressing table, where all my stuff was and took something from there. He came towards me and made his way behind my back.

Grabbing all of my long hair, he gathered it into a pony tail and then slid a beautiful, shiny band into my hair.

We were standing in front of the mirror and when I looked at his work, I was shook for a moment. He had made a perfect ponytail out of my hair and it looked even better than my hairstyle before.

He then moved closer to me until his warm breath hit my ear, making shivers run down my spine once again.

"You look.... like a little slut," he breathed out, a hint of arrogance and mock in his voice.

I had been looking at him through the mirror all this time, not letting my gaze drop for even a moment.

"Just like you ordered," I whispered back in the same low voice.

He nuzzled his nose at the back of my ear and then moved back to trace his thumb gently down my bare back, tracing my bare skin.

I wanted him to stop touching me, but I enjoyed his touch as well. I enjoyed how his touch was making me feel; how it was sending shivers down all of my body.

He trailed his thumb all around my bare back and stopped just where the dress began, at the hip line.

All this time, he kept his gaze locked with me through the mirror. His eyes were still devoid of any kind of emotion but that didn't stop me from reading him easily and I could see his desires taking control and him trying to fight them back.

He kept his thumb at my bare back as we held eye contact through the mirror.

"What are you doing, Jungkook?" I croaked in a voice that was just a whisper.

He didn't say anything. Instead, I saw something flash in his eyes.

Jungkook then lowered his head until his breath was fanning over my shoulder. He kissed my right shoulder and the cold piercing on the side of his lip pressed into my flesh made chills run down my spine.

Jungkook let his lips linger on my skin for a moment before pulling back. He stood up straight and his cold demeanor had come back yet again. He didn't look at me anymore.

"It's time; let's go," he announced and then left the room.

I suddenly released a breath I didn't know I had been holding. The moments from just a few seconds ago ran through my head and I cursed under my breath. He had touched me and I had let him; moreover, he had kissed me and I had let him.

I glanced at myself a last time in the mirror. I looked perfect, no doubt. But my eyes kept looking at the pony tail that he had made for me.

And before, Jungkook could come and kill me for being late I left my room and went downstairs.