Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#29 Confession In Rain

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Question of the night bcz I am missing hoba 🥺
I Love Hamburger and..............

Knowing Y/n hadn’t returned yet, a sharp pang of unease settled deep in Jungkook’s chest. Restlessness gnawed at him relentlessly as he fumbled for his phone, dialing her number without hesitation. But the call went straight to voicemail her phone was switched off.

A bitter curse escaped his lips, frustration and worry swirling fiercely within him. He tried again, this time calling Taehyung.

“Boss!” Taehyung answered immediately, but Jungkook’s voice was sharp, edged with tension.

“Track Y/n’s last phone location. Send it to me within a second.” Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call.

One of his men opened the car door for Jungkook. Without a word, Jungkook slid inside, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. He gave a curt nod to the man, signaling dismissal. The door closed with a soft thud behind him as the engine roared to life. As the car pulled away from the spot, Jungkook's mind lingered on his caretaker hoping desperately she was safe, unharmed, and not caught in any trouble he couldn’t foresee.

Damn it. I shouldn’t have left her there alone.

Why did I have to act like such a jerk?

He could still hear her voice, gentle yet desperate. He hadn’t listened. He had turned his back. His jaw clenched tightly, muscles taut with regret.

Then his phone dinged, slicing through the storm inside him. He glanced down to see the message: her last location, near the hospital where she worked.

Without a second thought, he yanked the steering wheel hard to the right, heart pounding like a war drum.

Please be safe, Petal.

He pulled the car over abruptly in the middle of the road and stepped out, the cool night air sharp against his skin. The quiet streets seemed unusually heavy with tension, every shadow a potential threat.

He followed the directions, his steps quick and sure. Familiar with every corner of this nearby area, it didn’t take long before he arrived at the alley. The darkness wrapped around him like a shroud.

Suddenly, low, muffled groans pierced the silence, catching his attention. His ears perked instantly, senses sharpening like a predator on the hunt.

His hand moved almost instinctively to the gun strapped to his back, pulling it free with practiced ease.

Every step he took was measured and silent as he advanced deeper into the alley. The lack of light didn’t deter him; it only heightened the weight of the moment.

He halted, pausing in the darkness, ready for whatever he might find. Slowly, he slid the gun back into its holster, knowing there was no immediate threat at least not yet.

Leaning against the cold brick wall, arms crossed over his broad chest and one leg casually crossed over the other, his gaze focused intently into the shadows ahead.

A loud hiss escaped the man's mouth as Y/n slapped him hard across the face. She gripped a handful of his hair tightly, pulling so fiercely that his eyes watered from the sting.

“Already given up? This isn’t what I expected, ahjussi,” Y/n taunted, her voice sharp with mockery as she sized up his drunken, defeated state.

“Leave me, you bitch,” the man growled, his voice rough and laced with pain, eyes rolling back as dizziness overtook him.