Mafia Fate | Jeon Jungkook x OC ✔️

Chapter 20

3rd person POV

Once again, like always, when Jungkook entered the ballroom, all eyes turned to him and his 'girlfriend.'

There was this aura around Jungkook, that even if people didn't see him, they would feel his presence and it was so strong nobody could ignore it. Even a blind person would be able to sense it.

But everyone felt his fearsome aura – except for Yeri.

Since the very first day, when he had shown his face to her in the concrete room of the mansion, Yeri hadn't felt any kind of aura or energy from him.

She even hadn't been intimidated like most people; even the women whom he had brought over and slept with always showed some kind of intimidation from him, but Jungkook had never seen or felt Yeri being uncomfortable or scared when she was around him.

Jungkook kept a stoic face like always as he walked through the crowd of people; all eyes on him and Yeri.

Some people showed signs of fear on their faces when Jungkook passed from near them and his cold aura hit them; others whispered among themselves.

People parted for him and Yeri because some of them were afraid of him; while some even respected him and some just moved aside despite them hating Jungkook, because he was, after all, the biggest mafia the mafia world had known and just a stare from him could kill; literally.

Mafias, gang bosses, drug dealers and their partners stared at Yeri as well and whispered about her. Some gave her approving looks. A few gave her disgusted looks. While, lost of them even stared at her lustfully.

Jungkook immediately, but swiftly let go of Yeri's arm and laced it around her waist instead, bringing her close to him so that people would know that she belonged to him only and to keep their eyes off of her.

Yeri didn't react to any of the gazes or gestures or whispers until Jungkook's arm suddenly found its way around her waist.

She didn't flinch at the sudden contact; rather, she somehow felt safe when Jungkook brought her closer to himself.

He led Yeri away from the dance floor and towards a plush, big chair on the other end of the ballroom that was always there for him; his throne in the mafia world.

Jungkook sat down on his throne and then pulled Yeri onto his lap. She yelped a little when she was pulled onto him but Jungkook made sure she was comfortable sitting on top of him.

Once they had settled down, all the people present there resumed what they had been doing earlier.

Yeri wasn't exactly an expert in sitting on people's laps but somehow Jungkook made it easier and a lot less uncomfortable than she had imagined it would be, sitting on his lap.

Despite that, she didn't really enjoy the experience.

"Can't I just get another chair to sit on, Jungkook?" Yeri asked him; almost whining.

"You totally can, but I won't allow you," Jungkook replied.

"I don't need your allowance, Jungkook."

Jungkook suddenly took a hold of Yeri's waist and brought her closer to himself, holding her in place, her bare back against his hard chest. The shiny sequins and beads from Jungkook's suit bore into Yeri's back, but for some reason, it kind of turned Yeri on.

He was so close to her that his breath was fanning over Yeri's bare shoulder and she felt chills run down her spine.

"Jungkook, let me go," she said.

Without saying anything, Jungkook let go of her waist and Yeri squirmed on his lap; moving away from him and his fanning breath. Jungkook adjusted in his seat again to make her feel comfortable.