This story is set between a dangerous Mafia King and an Innocent girl. ((• ON GOING •))
This story content:- Mature content/language 🔞
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A man committed a sin by snatching someone's daughter, someone's sist...
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Some hour later
Author pov:-
At around 7 p.m. at night, Y/N was still unconscious in the basement. After a while, she regained her conscious, her eyes fluttered open, her mind foggy. She slowly pushed herself up from the cold floor, her body aching from exhaustion. As she looked around, she was met with nothing but darkness. She was having a headache so she couldn't see things clearly, Only a faint silver light filtered in through a small ventilator high up on the wall.
She tried to recall how she ended up here, but her memories felt disjointed, slipping away like sand through her fingers. Then, it all came rushing back Jungkook's cold, twisted smile, his cruel words, the sensation of being dragged down into this place. Her body trembled as fear gripped her once again.
After thinking about all this, Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged her knees tightly to her chest. And started crying.
Y/N: "P-please... someone help me... p-please get me out of here... I-I haven't done anything wrong..."
Her voice barely above a whisper, she kept mumbling those words repeatedly between soft sobs, pleading into the darkness and silently crying.
Other side
In Jungkook room
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Jungkook woke up awake, his lashes fluttering as he slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness returned. He found himself lying on his bed, the scent of his mother's lingering warmth still faintly present. He sat up and scanned the room everything was spotless. He clenched his jaw, remembering how he had broken everything in a fit of rage before collapsing in his mother's arms.
His sister, his precious little sister, was gone. Taken from him by a senseless act of violence. And he, who had promised to protect her, had failed.
The weight of guilt pressed down on him like an iron chain. The memories came rushing back the way Miho used to cling to him, her bright eyes full of trust, her laughter echoing through the house. He had promised to always protect her. And yet, she was gone.
He threw off the covers and got out of bed, pacing back and forth in his room. He couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and responsibility. He should have been able to protect her.
