Mr. & Mrs. CEO || Jeon Jungkook

61|| Lily

Inha Choi

Walking inside the building, Jungkook ran a hand through his ebony strands. His left hand jerked to wake his smartwatch and the screen illuminated, showing a picture of him and Lily making a heart.

A smile made its way to Jungkook's lips, while he just stared at the picture. His legs took him to the basement door while his eyes were still stuck to his wrist watch. This showed how frequently Jungkook visited this place.

Tearing his eyes away from the photo and glancing at the numbers, he mumbled. "4:09 am." under his breath.

His body was still tired from the intense workout sessions from last night. His hands wanted to embrace her small body, and he wanted to sleep in her arms, without any fear of losing her.

Fear. People are solely afraid of this word, not its meaning. But King Jeon Jungkook knows no fear.

Instead he is the fear.

A glance from King Jeon either meant alliance or the person's death. And till this date, 6 years of holding the throne and 9 years into the Mafia World, no one could ever read The Jeon Jungkook's that glance.

Making his way past the bodyguards who were saluting and bowing to him, Jungkook got into the hallway, leading to the room where the man was kept. His gaze was like a lion who was ready to hunt.

"King." the silver haired man -who was waiting for his arrival- said, lowering his head as soon as he noticed the presence of the young man holding the supreme power in this area.

"Jimin-sii!" Jungkook went in for a hug, as he pulled the shorter man into his arms.

"Hyung!" Jimin corrected, while Jungkook just snickered.

"Tsk. Ungrateful brat." Jimin muttered in his breath, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I hope she's doing well." the silver haired man stated while breaking the hug, his eyes were stuck on those purplish markings on Jungkook's neck which were peeking out through the open button of the younger male's shirt.

"She is." Jungkook replied in short, while looking at the closed door.

"By the way, looking sexy in that chest harness bro." Jungkook said, lowering his voice as he walked past the elder male, towards the door.

"I thought I concluded that you were straight, 4 years ago?" squinting his eyes into small crescents, Jimin asked, catching up Jungkook's walking pace.

"6, hyung." Jungkook corrected but before Jimin could bicker back, they reached the door. Jungkook punched in the 7-letter-code, and the metallic door opened.

"Bow to the king." Jimin said in a heartless tone as soon as he entered the dark room. His voice grew an octave lower than his usual cheery voice while his fingers flipped all the switches available before Jungkook could walk in.

"King my ass." the middle aged man scoffed, making Jungkook cock up his left eyebrow.

Silently walking with his jaw locked, Jungkook walked towards the old wooden table placed in the corner of the room. The lights in the room were flickering dangerously that no one cared.

"Did you already start beating him?" The younger male asked the silver headed.

"Nope, the blood is from the open fire. He isn't injured. Yet." Jimin gave a visible smirk at the end of his sentence.

"Good." that's all Jungkook said for a while. His back faced the two men in the room.

"I must say that you truely won in life Jeon fucker." the bloodied, alcohol reeking man said, while his body squirmed under the tight grip of the rope around him.