Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#26 New Rules

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"God, what does this devil want now?"

An irritated Y/n muttered under her breath as she climbed the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. The devil-Jeon Jungkook had called her up the very moment he returned. Typical.

She’d known her life would change the day she accepted this job, but she hadn’t expected it to shatter her peace along with it. Peace, it seemed, was a luxury she’d traded away without even realising.

Well, you never really know what the future hides until it’s too late.

Meeting this devil was her fate. If she’d been able to write her own story, her life would’ve been something like a fairytale beautiful, dreamy, untouched by danger. But reality had stamped her imagination with a single, merciless full stop: human.

"Mr. Jeon, are you alright?"

Her voice held a flicker of concern as she stepped into his room only to freeze at the sight before her. Jungkook stood in front of the mirror, smirking faintly, perfectly still, as if carved from stone. In this moment, he looked less like a man and more like something dangerous in human skin.

The sudden creak of the door startled him. His eyes shifted, catching her figure in the mirror. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his face before he quickly masked it, clearing his throat and straightening his posture with calculated nonchalance.

Y/n couldn’t help it the corner of her lips twitched upward. Watching him try to casually cover up that awkward moment was… unexpectedly amusing. The way his nose wrinkled slightly in self-annoyance only made it worse.

Adorable. Not exactly the word that fit a mafia boss, but she supposed even devils had their moments.

Her amusement faded as his hand lifted, two fingers curling in a wordless command for her to come closer.

Her brow furrowed. Inside, she begrudgingly admitted that the simple gesture was… attractive. But she shoved the thought aside quickly. The last thing she was going to do was feed his already enormous ego.

"There’s something you need to know," Jungkook said, his tone low but steady. "I’ve made some changes to your work."

He closed the distance between them until only a few steps remained, hands buried in his pockets, his posture deceptively relaxed. But Y/n knew better, calmness like his was never harmless.

"Changes?" she repeated, eyes narrowing.

He gave a single, deliberate nod. "My father assigned you as my caretaker, yet you only handle the basics  bringing me food, patching me up when I’m injured, and that’s it."

She didn’t so much as blink. Her blank stare was deliberate, baiting him to continue.

"So what actually do you want me to do, mop the floor?" Her voice was heavy with sarcasm which jungkook ignored and continued.

"Yes."

That one word was enough to make her laugh a short, mocking sound. "I think I should leave, Mr. Jeon." She crossed her arms, fully prepared to walk away from whatever absurd game this was. But his expression didn’t shift an inch, forcing her to hesitate.

"You’re kidding, right?"

"For once, be serious, Miss Y/n. And it’s hardly my fault your pea-sized brain can’t process my words."

Her jaw fell open. "Mr. Jeon, that’s the third time you’ve insulted my brain. It’s disrespectful."

"To you, not to me." He fought the urge to smirk and lost.