It's the prequel of "my little doom" and a FF it's y/n and Jungkook's story
Min y/n is an independent woman who has faced life's challenges head-on. She works tirelessly to provide for her 5-year-old son, Min-ho, who is her entire world. Despite th...
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"If I were to consider your offer, let me make this crystal clear - Min-ho is off-limits to your mafia world. I don't want him exposed to any of your bloody mess. And as for me, I will continue my job you can't just ask me to be captive in your house. And one more thing, you better protect Min-ho with every fiber of your being, and you will not touch me," I spat out with a commanding tone.
He smirked, his arrogance oozing from every pore. "Fine, you can keep working but as my secretary. And as for your request about fucking you, I'll only do it when you're on your knees begging for it, baby. And why is it only Min-ho on your protection list? What about You, angel?" he taunted, his voice dripping with superiority.
I took a step closer to him, my fingers lingering on his skin before I grabbed his collar and pulled him towards me. With a devilish glint in my eyes, I delivered a swift knee to his groin, causing him to double over in pain. "Because, darling, I can protect myself," I whispered with a wicked grin."
"You're a fucking dangerous woman, angel. Shit, why the hell are you trying to wreck my cock? Last I checked, it showed you the world of pleasure and fucking ecstasy," he groaned, that damn smirk still plastered on his face,
The arrogant bastard.
"So, are you gonna give me time to pack my things or what?" I timidly inquire, my voice barely a whisper amidst the charged tension.
"Give you time to bolt the moment I'm out of sight? Not a fucking chance, angel. Pack only what you need - clothes, documents, and the essentials. Everything else, you'll find in my goddamn house, waiting for you," he commanded, sinking back on the couch like he owned the entire damn world.
"Listen Tae hyung," Jungkook commands, his voice dripping with dominance. "I need these bodies disposed of immediately. And I want every single person who dared to lay a finger on this house investigated. I need names, addresses, everything."
My heart raced as I observed the interaction between Jungkook and his cousin, Taehyung. Taehyung's eyes held a menacing glint that can scare the fuck out of anyone.
Jungkook turned to me, his gaze dark and intense. "Y/n, this is my cousin, Taehyung. And Taehyung, you already know y/n," he said, his tone possessive. Taehyung acknowledged me with a nod, his smirk making my insides twist with unease.
As they exchanged silent communication with their eyes, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Taehyung's smirk never faltered as he walked away.
Assholes
"Are you gonna stand there the whole damn night, Angel? Let's go and pack," Jungkook barked, his voice laced with dominance as he stood up and strolled into my room.
I stomped my foot on the floor with frustration, damn him and his asshole ways. If it weren't for my kid's safety, I would've kicked his arrogant ass all the way back to Italy. I quickly sent a message to Yoongi oppa, explaining the situation in brief so he wouldn't worry.
