Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#15 Midnight Cravings

Edited version 🖤🦋

That night, once again, Y/N was roaming around the kitchen like a hungry ghost and this scenario was caught by the devil's eyes as he passed by.

Y/N was cooking ramyeon for herself. Blame her midnight cravings. She didn’t care if someone caught her cooking at this hour. What mattered most was satisfying her stomach. Nothing was more important than that not even Jeon Jungkook’s infamous anger.

And why should she be scared, anyway? It was his decision to make her stay in his mansion. Let him deal with the consequences now.

Y/N let out a low, evil laugh, feeling weirdly proud of herself. “Bwahahaha.”

She nearly jumped out of her skin when, out of nowhere, a familiar voice echoed through the kitchen. “Did some ghost possess you or what?”

Y/N lifted her head and found the devil himself standing at the door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chiseled chest, his veins and tattoos on full display under his half-sleeved T-shirt.

The sight itself was admirable and sinful.

Like a handsome devil come to hunt his prey in the pure darkness of night.

Y/N was shamelessly gawking at him, completely forgetting about her ramyeon and her hunger. Jungkook, who was staring back intensely, chuckled softly. He was used to women staring at him like that.

But her reaction? It was priceless.

The way her wide doe eyes scanned him from top to bottom, then slightly widened in admiration and amazement,it was worth watching. It was entertaining. And somewhere, deep down, it stroked his ego knowing she was checking him out.

Jungkook pushed himself off the doorframe and stood tall, wearing a cocky smirk. He snapped his fingers in the air, bringing the lost girl back to reality.

"It would be much better if you focus on what you are preparing rather than me. Or you find me more tempting than the actual food?" Jungkook shamelessly remarked. 

Y/N’s face twisted into disgust. She immediately turned back to her ramen, which was now smelling divine. Before drool could betray her pride, she grabbed a bowl and began transferring the noodles while scolding herself internally.

C'mon now he isn't even that much handsome.

You sure? Her subconscious mind remarked.

Unwillingly, her eyes flicked back to him still standing there, still watching her like he never looked away. Being the kind soul she believed herself to be, Y/N asked,

"Do you want to eat ramyeon? I can share if you would like to have some?"

“I don’t eat these kinds of things,” Jungkook replied, exaggerating the words as if deeply offended.

“What do you mean by these kinds of things?” Y/N asked, mimicking his tone. “You grew up on this stuff, okay? I bet you used to whine to your mom for it.”

Jungkook scoffed loudly. He knew it was true but she didn’t. When he didn’t respond, Y/N continued.

“Whatever. I'm eating them. Good night.” With that, she strolled out of the kitchen, heading toward the living room.

She settled down on the carpet because eating while sitting on the ground just hits different. She grabbed her chopsticks and stirred the noodles a little. The smell alone made her mouth water. Twisting a generous bite, she stuffed it into her mouth.

She didn’t care if she looked funny or if someone thought she was uncivilized. She didn’t give a single damn about anyone’s opinion.

“Mmh!”
A satisfying moan left her lips as the spicy, tangy flavor hit her tastebuds.