From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨HOUSE OF RULES AND THE HEART OF DARKNESS✨

The car ride was drenched in silence. 

Jungkook sat beside me, arms crossed, gaze fixed outside the window as if I didn't exist. He hadn't said a single word since we left the wedding venue, and I hadn't bothered either.

I should've been relieved.But somehow, the silence felt heavier than words. At some point, exhaustion took over, and I must've dozed off.

The next thing I knew, a rough nudge on my shoulder jolted me awake. Jungkook's voice was sharp, cold, and devoid of emotion.

"Wake up. We're here." 

I blinked, groggy, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I stepped out of the car.

The house in front of me was smaller than his father's estate, but it exuded power. Dark marble walls, towering glass windows, and an eerie stillness that sent a shiver down my spine.

For a brief second, I thought it might not be so bad. Until I turned to Jungkook. His dark eyes met mine, amusement flickering behind them. Then, he smirked.

"Welcome to hell."

I folded my arms, tilting my head slightly. "Huh. For hell, it looks a little too expensive."

His smirk faltered for a split second, before twisting into something colder.

"I hated marrying you, but my father compelled me. Never think I will forgive you," he said, voice like ice. "You talked too much that day. I will show you how heartless people behave. So I welcome you again..."

He trailed off when he realized I wasn't even listening anymore.

I had turned away, already walking up the stairs, my fingers grazing along the polished railing as I took in the house.

Jungkook's eyes darkened, his irritation immediate.

"Who gave you the right to move when I'm speaking?" His voice was sharp, but I barely reacted.

I hummed, inspecting the grand chandelier hanging above us. "This house is actually nice," I mused, completely ignoring him.

His voice dropped dangerously. "Ms. Kim Y/N, I am talking—"

I cut him off. "I'm Mrs. Jeon now, Jungkook"

I dragged out his name deliberately, voice dripping with amusement. The effect was instant.

Jungkook stilled, his entire face darkening. A dangerous glint ignited in his eyes, his irritation shifting into something far more dangerous.

"How dare you interrupt me," he growled, his voice low but seething. "And how dare you speak my name."

Before I could retort, his hand shot out, fingers gripping my wrist like a vice. In one swift motion, he pinned me against the cold wall. I gasped as I felt the icy press of metal against my neck.

His gun.

For a split second, my breath hitched. The cold steel made my skin prickle, and reality sank in fast—this wasn't some empty threat. He wasn't bluffing.His face was inches from mine, dark eyes boring into me with a rage that made my pulse skyrocket.

"I told you," he hissed, "not to open your mouth while I'm speaking. I hate it."

His grip tightened, and despite myself, my body tensed.

"If you ever dare to speak out of turn again," he growled, "you'll face consequences far worse than this."

I swallowed, the rapid thudding of my heart nearly deafening in my ears. But instead of fear, something else flickered inside me.