Mafia's Caretaker; The Devil's Cure

#31 His Intentions.

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Am I Late? 🤧

The rain had finally stopped, though the world around them still dripped and whispered with the aftermath. Her body, drenched and trembling, clung to him.not out of desire, but for the simple, desperate need for warmth. His embrace was steady, his voice a low murmur of comfort, apologies weaving between the shallow rhythm of her breaths until the shiver in her spine began to fade.

Jungkook could feel her calming against him, yet in his chest burned the dangerous temptation to stay in this moment forever to carve it into memory, to make her his in ways no apology could undo. But reality was cruel, and he knew it. This was not his to keep.

“I’m sorry.” The words slipped from her lips, muffled against his chest, fragile as a falling leaf.

His hand stilled against her back. “For what?”

She lifted her head, droplets clinging to her lashes, eyes searching his. “I respect your feelings… but I can’t accept them. Not when I’m already committed to someone else.”

Silence fell. Thick. Suffocating.

She waited for him to speak, to deny it,anything. But his gaze didn’t waver. It deepened. Grew sharper. The warmth in his dark eyes receded, replaced by something that coiled low and dangerous, like a predator measuring the distance to its prey.

Then his lips curved not in kindness, but in a slow, deliberate sneer that made her chest tighten. The air seemed heavier, colder, as if the rainclouds above had never left. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet… but it carried the kind of quiet that promised storms.

"Should I feel threatened from the fact that you are already committed?" His muscular arm slipped around her waist. His hold was possessive. 

As if the mere thought of letting her go was intolerable.

"Does it makes me want you less now?"

"What?" She blinked, startled.

"Or do you really think if you will tell me this I would give up on you?"
A kind of possessiveness overcame him as he stared right into her eyes.

His voice dipped lower, darker.

The space between them seemed to shrink until there was nowhere left to escape. His gaze locked onto hers, and something dangerous, unyielding burned in the depths.

“W-what are you saying, Jungkook?” Her voice trembled, confusion bleeding into fear. She didn’t understand his motives… didn’t realize yet that whatever promise she had made to someone else was nothing compared to the silent vow taking root in his heart now.

"Just know," his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, the kind that slithered beneath her skin and wrapped around her spine, "no matter what you say, nothing will stop me from making you mine."

Y/n froze. For a moment, the world seemed to tilt, the rain’s steady rhythm dimming under the pounding of her own heartbeat. His words weren’t just possessive—they were final, unyielding, carved into the air like a vow that could never be taken back. A chill ran through her, settling deep in her chest.

Her eyes darted to his, searching for even a flicker of hesitation, some trace that he didn’t mean it—but all she found was fire. Dark, consuming fire. Her stomach knotted, the truth settling like lead in her veins.

"W–what kind of nonsense is this, Jungkook?" she managed, her voice trembling between disbelief and fear. She pushed against him, palms flat against the hard plane of his chest, desperate to create distance. But his hold around her waist tightened instead, each second making her feel less like a person and more like something claimed.