Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#22 Rain And Ice-cream

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I am here again 🗿

On their way back to the mansion, the air inside the car had settled into a comfortable silence. Y/N sat quietly beside Jungkook, her cheek resting against the windowpane as the scenery outside blurred past. The city was alive under the soft glow of twilight, but her attention was suddenly stolen by a quaint little ice cream parlour tucked away across the street.

Her eyes widened with childlike delight.

"Jungkook, stop the car!" she exclaimed, her body jerking forward slightly as she pointed eagerly.

Startled but quick to react, Jungkook pressed the brakes. The car slowed to a halt with a smooth stop. He turned to her with a raised brow, confusion painted across his face.

"Why did you tell me to stop the car?" he asked, clearly puzzled but noticeably calmer than before. His earlier temper now cooled.

"Jungkook, look! An ice cream parlour!" Y/N's voice was filled with excitement as she leaned closer to the glass, pointing across the road like she'd discovered treasure.

"So?" he deadpanned, unimpressed.

She turned to him, face scrunched up in disbelief. "Such an apathetic person you are, Jungkook. I am talking about ice cream, ICE. CREAM." She emphasized the words with exaggerated flair, hoping it would stir some emotion in him.

Jungkook sighed and rubbed his forehead, as if regretting every decision that led him to this moment. "Let's go, then."

"NO!" Y/N almost yelled, startling him enough to make him blink in shock.

"I mean… I wanna have some," she clarified more softly, eyes flickering back toward the shop.

"Huh?"

"Ice cream," she repeated, this time with pleading eyes, her expression soft and ridiculously adorable. "Please."

She clasped her hands together, her face forming the perfect picture of puppy-eyed persuasion. Her lips jutted into a pout, and her big eyes sparkled with a mix of innocence and mischief. Jungkook's jaw clenched not out of anger this time, but in resistance. His resolve began to crumble like sand beneath a tide.

"But going out could be dangerous," he said firmly, though his voice had lost most of its edge.

"I’ll just go and come back in a second," she reasoned, already reaching for the door handle.

"You’re not Superman," Jungkook muttered under his breath, reluctantly fishing his wallet from his coat pocket.

"For ice cream, I can be anything," she grinned, snatching the wallet with a triumphant laugh and hopping out of the car before he could stop her.

He watched her dash across the street with the kind of ease and freedom he had long forgotten. There was something oddly comforting in seeing her like this so full of life, so untouched by the blood and shadows that filled his world.

But what Y/N didn’t notice was the way Jungkook’s eyes lingered on his now-empty hand. Moments ago, her fingers had been intertwined with his warm, soft, grounding. Now it rested alone on his thigh, slightly curled, as if still holding onto the phantom of her touch.

And he hated that he missed it already.

One of the bodyguards stepped out of the trailing vehicle and walked up to Jungkook’s car. He tapped the window lightly, which Jungkook rolled down halfway with a soft whir.

“Boss, is everything alright? You stopped the car so suddenly,” the man asked, concern flickering in his tone.

“Everything’s fine,” Jungkook replied coolly, barely sparing him a glance. “You can go back.”