𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

24

Y/n's POV-

"Am I interrupting something?" he asked, making Jungkook move away from me.

"No, I was telling my wife that she's supposed to add some salt." Jungkook said, making me stiffen as I turned, not knowing if my cheeks were flushed, but figuring Tun would blame anger or the heat in the kitchen if they were.

"And I was just about to tell him that I already put salt. Honestly," I mumbled to myself, a little riled even though I was aware that Jungkook was just trying to create a cover, "like I haven't been making food since I was in elementary school," I said, moving the food into the pot. 

"Think I need cooking advice," I grumbled, wiping the drips of water off the counter.

"The bakery didn't have the desert you wanted me to buy." Tun said, looking uncomfortable, thinking he was interrupting yet more tension between his brother and me. 

"But I got Ice creams instead. Figured it was better than nothing." he added, shrugging. 

"Smells good in here..." he told me, making my lips quirk up.

Because if there was one thing I knew about the twins, it was that they were always hungry.

"Do you want to stay for dinner, Tun?" I asked, watching Jungkook's brow raise. 

"I haven't eaten yet." Tun admitted.

"Then it's settled. You'll stay. Your brother will set you a place." I added, watching as Jungkook's lips twitched.

"Oh, I will, will I?" he asked.

"You will." I said, nodding, getting a snorting laugh from him.

And then this man, a mafia, hopped to and set a place at the table for his brother.

I was still kind of riding that high, mingled with the one from all the praise I'd gotten for my dinner, when Tun eventually headed out.

"Come get ready for bed." Jungkook demanded as I washed what felt like the fiftieth vessel from dinner. But his words, and the insinuation beneath them, made my belly shiver in anticipation.

"I can't go to bed with a full sink." I admitted. "I won't be able to sleep." I told him.

"Alright." Jungkook said, shrugging, and heading up toward the bedroom.

I made my way up twenty minutes later, going into the bathroom to find him already standing there, washing his face.

It felt weird to go through my evening routine in the same bathroom as someone else. 

I was on step two—my vitamin c serum—when we heard it.

A crash.

Glass breaking.

Below us somewhere, but it was impossible to tell how far below, if it was in our mansion or one of the lower floors where Jungkook's work operation took place.

My gaze shot to Jungkook whose jaw went tight as he immediately dropped the towel, reaching for his gun that he had along with his jacket on a hook behind the door.

"Here." he said, grabbing it, and coming back to me.

"No. You need it." I said, shaking my head.

I couldn't claim to be super comfortable with guns. I did take them along with me when I went out of the mansion alone. But, this a complete different situation. Sure, I'd been around them my whole life, but I'd always been really thankful that I hadn't ever needed to use one myself.

"Y/n, you need to take this. Go into the closet. And if anyone comes in that isn't me, you shoot them, got it?" he asked, voice firm, commanding.

"I..."

"can you take it soon?"

"Y...yes." I said, nodding a little frantically, the adrenaline making my insides feel shaky.

"Good. Get in the closet. Use it if you need to. And, Love, if someone gets in here past me, you need to, okay?"

"Okay" I agreed.

"Closet, Now." he demanded, voice a little softer than earlier, picking up on my panic. 

"Now, love." he added, tone firmer. Because he knew he needed to get down there, had to see what was going on.

"Okay." I agreed, walking on numb legs into the closet, hearing him already closing the bathroom door, then rummaging around in the bedroom, likely getting another gun since he'd given me his own.

I didn't, as I probably should have, find myself going into my side of the closet to sit amongst the things that belonged to me.

No.

For reasons I didn't really understand, I turned into Jungkook's closet, walking along the lines of suits, and climbing in the small space between his shoe cabinet and the wall, the long legs of his pants falling in front of me like a curtain.

It smelled like him in there, like the spicy cologne and body wash he used. I found myself taking deep breaths, breathing him in, somehow finding that the scent eased the frantic slamming of my heartbeat in my chest.

Time slowed down when you were scared. It was one of nature's cruel jokes, I guess.

It dragged out the suspense and the uncertainty, giving your body a chance to really get worked up.

And mine did. See, I'd lived a relatively safe life, considering my connection to the Kim Family.

Sure, there were issues with other organizations or even in-fighting at times. But the women and children had always been relatively insulated from it all. Especially when we moved out to live our own lives.

And now there might very well be a serious threat, and I was sitting in a closet like it was any sort of protection against an invader bent on hurting the Jeon Family. Maybe even using me to do so.

I mean, sure, I had a gun. And I was terrified enough to use it.

But even if I did, even if I killed one guy who showed up to hurt me, what were the chances that I could get away?

I mean, like Jungkook said, if anyone showed up other than him, I needed to shoot my way out. Well, if they got past Jungkook, that meant he was dead or taken. As were his guards. So even if I killed the one guy who came looking for me, there would be others.

A low whimper escaped me.

I hated myself for it, but I couldn't seem to keep it in, either.

I'd been scared when I'd been taken, when hands grabbed me off the street and shoved me in a van to some unknown fate. I'd been scared of the prospect of being married to a man like Jungkook, a mafia boss.

But those fears paled in comparison to the fear that was gripping my system as I sat in that closet with my mind running away with me.

I placed the gun down on the floor right at my side, drying my sweaty palms on my shirt before reaching for it again.

It felt like it was taking entirely too much time to investigate a little crashing noise.

But then, I heard a horrific sound.

Gunshots.

The steady pop-pop-pop followed by an eerie silence.

And then not a few moments later, footsteps.

Coming up the stairs.

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