Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#25 Not A Chance

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Annyeong

“Any problem?” Jungkook asked quietly as Y/n ended the call. She said nothing, only shook her head, trying to steady herself.

“Hmm, what about breakfast?” Jungkook said, heading toward the dining area.

“Oh, it’s ready,” Y/n replied quickly, moving to serve him. The room fell into an awkward silence as they both settled down.

After a few moments, Jungkook broke the quiet with a calm but probing voice. “You wanna say something?”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard. “How do you know?” she asked, surprised by his insight. Jungkook didn’t shift in expression, casually eating as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Your body language speaks,” came a sudden interruption-Yuna, passing nearby, cleared her throat loudly. Both Y/n and Jungkook turned their gaze toward her, and she quickly scurried away, cheeks flushed.

Y/n quickly cleared her throat to hide her flustered face and said, “Actually, after lunch, Yuna is going grocery shopping. If you give permission, can I join her too?”

Jungkook’s eyes lifted, curious. “You wanna go?”

“Yeah. Can I?” Y/n asked, leaning toward him, hope flickering in her eyes.

Jungkook cleared his throat, chewing deliberately slowly, as if to toy with her. But then, her next move caught him off guard. Y/n reached out and grabbed his arm, looking up at him with those big, innocent puppy-dog eyes.

This girl!

“What’s the need, though?” His smile faded, and with a quick jerk, she pulled her hand away surprising him.

“You heard right. Because I want to,” she said firmly. “Since the first day I started working here, you’ve basically turned this big-ass mansion into my personal fortress. What am I supposed to do? Pace around like a bored lion? You don’t even let me go anywhere not even to see my own parents. I’m human, not some rare exotic pet you keep locked up!”

She crossed her arms dramatically. “My emotions and feelings matter too, you know. And I’m not about to let you squash them under your ‘too-cool-for-feelings’ attitude. Did you get that?"

She let out a sharp breath, finally feeling a weight lift off her chest. Her throat felt dry, so she reached for the glass of water next to Jungkook’s hand and gulped down half of it.

“Ah, thanks,” she murmured, wiping her lips and glancing up at him. He was now leaning back in his chair, cold gaze fixed steadily on her.

Y/n passed a sly, toothy grin, muttering something incoherent under her breath.

“Ok.” Jungkook’s voice pulled her back. Her head snapped up.

“What?”

“You can go,” he stated simply, already turning back to his food, ignoring her completely.

“And if you want to meet your parents, you can do that too.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. On impulse, she cupped his face with both palms and leaned in close, disbelief and surprise shining on her face.

“You just agreed that easily? Are you really Jeon Jungkook?”

Jungkook blinked, eyes wide and unguarded like a deer caught in headlights. His mind blank, his body numb from her touch. Unconsciously, he nodded.

Her eyes sparkled with happiness, and an odd warmth blossomed somewhere deep in his chest. “Thank you so much! You’re the best!” she exclaimed, bouncing with excitement.