Not Yours || Jungkook FF || Mafia×Reader

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To Y/n's surprise, Aera didn't put up a fight when she told her that they won't be able to go to the beach together. It was as if she already knew it was gonna happen. Afterall this wasn't the first time Y/n was leaving Aera for work purposes. By now Aera has learned to accept the situation and let Y/n go. Because apparently Y/n was doing all of this for her sake.

Even though Aera left for the beach with Miss Han smiling widely to her, Y/n couldn't shrug off her guilt. With a defeated look on her face she entered the club.

The idea of day didn't exist in the sheds of Sheol. As soon as she entered the club, her surroundings were the same as of those midnight's. As if the sun wasn't shining bright outside the premises of the club.

She scanned the whole room until her eyes landed on the one she was looking for. Hyunwoo and Yuri were standing in one corner of the room with the manager. All of their heads hung low. She made her way to them but before she could call out to Yuri, her eyes fell on the shadow of a figure who was sitting before them. A tall handsome man with broad shoulders was standing right beside him. He was first to notice Y/n. The moment he saw Y/n coming, a tinge of panic covered his face but he shrugged it off before anyone else could even notice.

Y/n stepped a little towards her left to get a better view of the face of the man on the couch. Her breath got caught in her throat when she confirmed the identity of the man. It was Jeon Jeongsik. The merciless killer himself. But what was he doing here. He never visited the Sheol. Or maybe he did. Y/n wondered. Afterall it was the first time she was in the club during the daytime and most of the sins here were committed in the broad daylight. So it shouldn't be much of a surprise when the spitting image of one of the biggest sinners was sitting few meters ahead of her.

She was still trying to process the distance between her and the face of the cambion when his deep rusty voice filled the room.
"So you are telling me you don't have a capable hostess especially when he himself is gonna be here."

He himself!? Who is this he? Wait could it be!? Y/n's thoughts were running wild and his next words confirmed her suspicions.

"You are telling me Jeon Jungkook wasted his years investing in this club just to be disappointed himself and disappoint others in times like this."

No way in hell. Jeon Jungkook was one of the VVIPs . Y/n cursed at herself. She should have known. Very few people are considered VIP in this place and if you are considered VVIP, then doesn't that make you powerful enough to be acknowledged by the he-devil. And everyone knows, the he-devil acknowledges only two people in the world. One is he himself and the other won't enter that club until and unless it's to kill and get killed.

Jeon Jungkook was coming here as one of the VVIPs and she was here to be the hostess of the VVIPs. The gravity of the situation fell upon her and she spun around on her heels. She couldn't be seen anywhere near him. Jeon Jungkook was a bad news. Worse than Park Jimin. If Park Jimin was 80 percent evil and 20 percent kind then Jeon Jungkook was the 100 percent devil. Kindness, mercy, love, joy, that man was oblivious to such emotions. He didn't even know what Humanity is. And what being a human is.

If she were to be anywhere near him and the news were to get to Park Jimin in any way, the consequences won't be good. Even the spirits themselves won't want to imagine the amount of blood that would be spilled.

Seeing her leave the scene, the man beside Jeongsik took a breath of relief. But his relief was short-lived as Yuri noticed Y/n on her way out.

"Y/n!!" Y/n stopped dead in her tracks. Jeongsik's eyes landed on her back figure and the man beside him took a silent deep breath maintaining the poker face of his. "There she is. The hostess for the VVIPs is here." Yuri filled in the news to the Older Man as his eyes were stuck on the woman who still had her back to him.