Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#27 Devil's Soft Whispers

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Double update just bcz I love you all and I wrote this while studying in library 🤧😑

"You want me to show you the difference?"

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To his flirty question, Y/n gave no answer. Instead, she turned sharply and hurried out of the room, cheeks burning, desperate to hide her blush from the world. It wasn’t like she could even think of a comeback when a man spoke to you like that, it was impossible not to lose your train of thought.

The moment she reached downstairs, she cupped her face in her hands, letting out a soft, inaudible groan. How can one man make you feel so… off? His presence, his gaze, the way he moved it all felt almost illegal, like a secret too dangerous to admit.

Yet, right now, Jeon Jungkook was less of a mysterious enigma and more of a threat looming over her. Every little thing he did was like a silent challenge, daring her to lose her composure, and somehow, she was beginning to feel daunted by it.

Shaking off the dizzying thoughts, Y/n set out to find Yuna. According to Jeon Jungkook, she was now fully responsible as if before she had been treated like a princess. The reality hit hard.

She stopped dead when Yuna appeared, carrying cleaning supplies with a knowing smirk. So this was how Jeon Jungkook, the terrifying mafia boss, was systematically tearing down her dignity.

“You too know about this?” Y/n asked, disbelief coloring her voice.

Yuna simply nodded, handing her the mop with a casual shrug.

“The disrespect,” Y/n muttered under her breath, throwing a few curse words in Jeon Jungkook’s direction for good measure.

With a frustrated thud, she dropped the supplies onto the floor more like threw them in anger. Her fierce eyes scanned the vast, pristine room. Is there any way I can get out of cleaning this monstrosity alone? But she knew the answer this was her reality now.

“C’mon, Y/n. You got this. Show that hot, handsome, yet cruel mafia who’s boss,” she whispered to herself, steeling her nerves.

Gathering all her hair in one hand, she pulled out the trusty hair tie she always carried and secured her locks tightly, ready to face the impossible task ahead.

On the other side, after finishing a one-hour long conversation with his secretary Taehyung, Jungkook strod toward his room. Passing through the living area, he spotted Yuna diligently cleaning. She straightened instantly, her back already aching from the never-ending demands. Only God knew what new torment her master would conjure up next.

"You informed Y/n what she has to do, right? And where is she now?" Jungkook’s voice was low but sharp, carrying the weight of command.

Yuna bowed her head respectfully. "Yes, Master. She is in your room right now."

Jungkook nodded curtly. "I'll check on her."

Yuna wanted to laugh at the irony. she  thought-Why ask if you plan to see for yourself? She rubbed her sore back, muttering curses under her breath.

"Aishh, my back."

But at the sound of Jungkook turning back, her posture snapped upright once again.

"Y-yes, Master!" she answered immediately.

Jungkook’s eyes flickered, calculating, then he said something unexpected: "No need to work. You can take a rest now."

With that, he turned sharply and climbed the stairs.