The city lights blurred through Jungkook's haze, each neon sign a distorted reflection of his own swirling thoughts. The night had been a whirlwind of whiskey, smoke, and the bitter taste of victory.
But none of it felt right. He couldn't shake the image of her - the girl he'd dropped home last night.
He hadn't noticed her at first, just another face in the crowded bar. But when he stumbled out, her hand had reached out, her voice a soft whisper, guiding him through the bustling streets.
Even in the darkness, he could sense her presence, a calming balm to the chaos that was his life.
He knew her name was Y/N. He remembered the way her fingers brushed against his, guiding his hand to the door of her apartment.
The way her voice held a strength that belied her delicate features. It was a strength he hadn't expected, especially from a woman.
Jungkook hated women. He'd seen enough of them to know they were nothing but trouble, their beauty a siren call to ruin. Yet, this gentle soul with eyes that were dark pools of mystery had captivated him, drawing him in with an undeniable pull.
The next morning, he woke with a throbbing head and a heart that felt strangely heavy. The memory of Y/N's touch lingered, her voice a soft melody in his ears. He knew he needed to find her.
He called his men, demanding information.
"Find me a girl... a blind girl. The one I dropped off last night. I need to know everything about her."
His men, accustomed to his ruthless demands, were surprised. They hadn't expected him to be interested in a woman, let alone a blind one.
But his tone was resolute, leaving no room for argument.
As the hours passed, a picture of Y/N started to emerge. She lived alone, worked at a bakery, and was known for her kindness and gentle spirit. She was beloved by the community, her blindness a mere detail in the face of her radiant personality.
Jungkook found himself drawn to her vulnerability, to the fragility that lay beneath her quiet strength.
It was a side of women he had never seen before, and it was slowly tearing down the walls he had built around his heart.
He knew he couldn't approach her. Not as a mafia boss, not as the ruthless monster he'd become. He needed to find a way to see her, to know her, without revealing his true nature.
He had to find a way to see beyond the darkness of his own past, to find the light that shone in her eyes.
He had to find a way to see her, to truly see her, for the blind girl had unknowingly opened his eyes to a world he never knew existed.
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Y/N woke to the soft chirping of a sparrow outside her window.
Her world, a symphony of textures and scents, was a constant source of wonder. The rustling of leaves, the smell of freshly baked bread from the bakery across the street, the gentle patter of rain on the window pane-each sensation a vibrant brushstroke on the canvas of her life.
She remembered the night before, the hazy memory of a man's warm hand guiding her through the darkness, the sound of his voice, deep and resonant, a soothing balm against the loneliness of the night.
He had been kind, offering a safe haven in the storm of her fragile existence.
She had been walking home, her trusty cane tapping rhythmically on the pavement, when the man, his presence looming large in the shadows, had offered her a ride.
She couldn't see his face, but she sensed his presence, felt the warmth of his hand on her arm, the gentle pressure of his gaze.
In that moment, she had felt safe, a sensation she craved in a world that often felt cold and unforgiving.
He had dropped her off at her doorstep, his hand lingering for a moment on hers. He had said her name, a musical sound that echoed in her mind, "Y/N."
Now, she sat by her window, the sunlight streaming through the stained glass, painting the room in vibrant hues.
Her heart, normally a steady beat, was now a fluttering symphony, the rhythm echoing the song of the sparrow outside.
She couldn't explain the unexplainable, the sudden surge of warmth that flowed through her every time she thought of him.
She knew he was different, a man who had entered her life like a gust of wind, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions she quite understand. He was a mystery wrapped in shadows, a enigma she longed to unravel.
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compulsion. His men, accustomed to his unwavering resolve, were bewildered by his sudden shift in focus.
Yet, he found himself drawn to this blind girl, her innocence a beacon in his shadowy world.
He was a man who thrived on darkness, who reveled in the thrill of the chase.
But with Y/N, his world shifted, his heart a tangled mess of emotions he couldn't comprehend.
He wanted to understand her, to know her world, to see the beauty she saw through her senses.
He envisioned her world, a tapestry woven with smells and sounds, a universe of delicate touch and vibrant emotions.
He yearned to be a part of it, to touch the edges of her world and feel the warmth of her gaze.
He knew he was a dangerous man, a creature of the dark. He was a shadow, a whisper, a fleeting memory.
But he also knew, deep in his soul, that he was drawn to the light, the warmth, the innocence that shone through Y/N's fragile existence.
He had to find her, to bridge the gap between their worlds, to understand the strange pull he felt towards this girl who had unknowingly captured his heart.
He had to find Y/N, even if it meant abandoning the life he had built, even if it meant embracing the light that threatened to consume him.
~BEAUTIFULL BUT DESTRUCTIVE~
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to be continued<3
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Romanceabout story: 'JEON JUNGKOOK' named a dangerous Mafia who hate woman fall for a innocent blind girl Next you'll see in the story :) disclaimer:- *this fan fiction purely based on author's imagination with no connection with reality *story is written...
