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Working in Don Jungkook's mansion had always felt like navigating a labyrinth filled with shadows and secrets. I knew my place—keep my head down, do my chores, and stay invisible. But that all changed the night I found myself lingering in the library longer than usual.
I was dusting the grand shelves, lost in thoughts of the stories hidden within those leather-bound volumes, when the door swung open. My heart skipped a beat as Don Jungkook himself stepped in. His presence was overwhelming; he moved like a predator, each step calculated and silent.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a low, dangerous murmur.
"I—I was just finishing up, sir," I managed to stammer, feeling my cheeks flush under his intense gaze.
He didn't respond immediately, just watched me with those dark, unreadable eyes. Then, a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Be careful, little maid. You never know what you might overhear in this house."
I nodded quickly, gathering my cleaning supplies, eager to escape the suffocating tension. But as I reached the door, he called out, "Jennie."
I turned, surprised he knew my name. His eyes held a hint of... was it concern? "Be careful," he repeated.
I fled the room, my heart pounding not just from fear, but from an unfamiliar flutter that his gaze had stirred within me.
Days turned into weeks, and despite my efforts to avoid him, our paths seemed to cross more frequently. One evening, drawn by the melancholic melody of a piano, I found myself standing at the entrance of the grand hall. There he was, fingers gliding over the keys with grace and emotion I hadn't thought possible from a man of his reputation.
"Do you play?" he asked without looking up.
"N-no, sir," I replied softly.
"Come here," he beckoned.
My feet moved on their own accord, and before I knew it, I was seated beside him. His hands guided mine onto the keys, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down my spine. Together, we played a simple tune, the notes weaving a tapestry of unspoken emotions.
"You're a quick learner," he murmured, his lips dangerously close to my ear.
I could feel his breath, warm against my skin. "Thank you, sir," I whispered, my voice betraying the tumult of feelings within me.
"Call me Jungkook," he said, turning to face me. Our eyes met, and in that moment, the world around us faded. Without warning, he closed the distance, his lips capturing mine in a gentle yet passionate kiss. I melted into him, my hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as I surrendered to the whirlwind of sensations.
Our secret rendezvous became the highlight of my days. Every stolen glance, every whispered word, every shared touch—it was intoxicating. But in the dangerous world of the mafia, love came at a price.
