Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

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"What's going on between you both?"

The question dropped into the quiet kitchen like a stone in still water. Y/n didn’t respond immediately, too focused on stirring the black coffee in the delicate porcelain cup. She wasn’t sure why Jungkook had suddenly asked for coffee this late at night. It wasn’t like him he was a creature of habit, someone who only drank coffee in the mornings, always at the same time, always the same blend. But tonight, for some reason, he had called her up to his room and softly requested it. No explanation.

Jeon Jungkook and his unpredictable moods.

Her brow furrowed when she heard Yuna's voice from behind.

"What do you mean?" she asked, not turning.

Yuna stepped closer, leaning slightly against the counter. “I mean, master and you... the two of you are getting close, aren’t you? Even that night I saw you together. Midnight. And it didn’t look like just work.” She grinned and wiggled her brows teasingly.

Y/n finally turned around, a chuckle slipping past her lips at Yuna’s antics. “Is it bad, then?” she asked casually.

“Definitely not,” Yuna replied quickly, her tone genuine now. “In fact, I’m honestly happy. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen something or someone affect him this way. He looks… lighter with you. Human.”

Her words made Y/n's smile falter just a little.

There was a moment of silence before she spoke again, softer this time, almost like she was trying to convince herself as much as Yuna. “What if I told you there’s nothing going on? That what you’re seeing… it’s all just temporary?”

Yuna’s smile slowly faded, concern blooming in her expression as she looked at Y/n.

“Why would you say that?”

Y/n let out a slow sigh and met Yuna’s eyes. “Because that’s the truth. My presence here has always been temporary. I’m just a caretaker nothing more. And when the time comes, I’ll leave, and everything will go back to the way it was.” She reached for the tray, adjusting the cup on it with care.

“I’m sure Jungkook sees it the same way.”

She started to walk away, her steps firm but thoughtful. Yuna’s voice followed her softly.

“I don’t think he does.”

Y/n paused but didn’t turn back.

“Working with him for so long, I know one thing—Jungkook never fakes his feelings. Not his smiles, not his laughter, and not the moments he shares with you.”

Without another word, Y/n left the kitchen, Yuna’s words lingering in the air, heavy and real.

When Y/n walked inside, she immediately noticed Jungkook sitting shirtless on the bed, his sharp jawline outlined by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. But what made her heart skip was the sight of her mobile phone lying just beside him, dangerously close. Shit.

Her steps quickened, a sudden rush of panic bubbling inside her. She forced herself to stay calm as she carried the tray towards him. “Your coffee,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady.

Jungkook tilted his head toward her, his dark eyes briefly meeting hers. “Thanks.” He reached out and took the cup from the tray with a small nod.

But Y/n’s attention was locked on the phone, and just as her fingers hovered over it, ready to grab it, Jungkook spoke in a quiet, almost casual tone.