From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨POSSESSIVE SHOTS✨

Y/N POV:

"Because you are only mine." His eyes bore into mine, leaving no room for doubt. "We will train every day for an hour at 6 AM," he declared before turning and walking away, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest.

I stood there, replaying his words in my mind. You are only mine. The possessiveness in his voice, the intensity in his eyes—it left me breathless and more than a little confused.

I stood there, still holding the gun in my hands, my heart racing as Jungkook's words echoed in my mind. You are only mine. It wasn't just the words themselves but the way he said them—so fierce, so unwavering. It sent a shiver down my spine, and not just from fear. There was something about the way he claimed me that made my emotions swirl in a confusing mess.

I watched as Jungkook walked away, his back straight, his movements fluid and confident as always. It was like he knew he had the upper hand, and he was reveling in it. I hated how he could make me feel so vulnerable, so off-balance. And yet, there was a small part of me that craved it, craved the intensity he brought into every interaction we had.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. I wasn't supposed to feel this way, not about him. He was frustrating, arrogant, and possessive to a fault. Yet, he always knew how to get under my skin, how to push just the right buttons to get a reaction out of me.

With Luca, things had been simple, and professional. He was just teaching me how to use a gun, nothing more. But with Jungkook, even something as straightforward as training turned into a game of dominance, a battle of wills. He was always in control, always one step ahead. And I was tired of playing catch-up.

I put the gun down, running a hand through my hair as I tried to collect my thoughts. Training with Jungkook every day at 6 AM? Was he serious? I knew he was, but that didn't make it any easier to accept. Being around him always felt like walking on a tightrope—one wrong move, and I could fall into an abyss of emotions I wasn't ready to confront.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching again, and I turned, half-expecting to see Jungkook coming back to make another arrogant remark. But it wasn't him. It was Luca. He had a hesitant look on his face, clearly unsure if he should be here after the way Jungkook had dismissed him.

"Y/N," he began cautiously, "I wanted to make sure you were okay."

I gave him a small smile, appreciating his concern. "I'm fine, Luca. Just... processing," I admitted, glancing toward the door where Jungkook had disappeared.

Luca nodded, his expression softening. "He's... intense," he said, choosing his words carefully.

"That's one way to put it," I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Look, if you ever need to talk or... you know, just get away from all this, I'm here," Luca offered, his eyes sincere.

I felt a warmth spread in my chest at his words. It was nice to know that someone else was looking out for me, especially when everything felt so uncertain. "Thanks, Luca. I appreciate it."

He nodded, hesitating for a moment before turning to leave. As he walked away, I couldn't help but feel the weight of Jungkook's gaze even in his absence. I knew this wasn't over. Jungkook wasn't the type to back down or let things go easily.

And a part of me wasn't sure if I wanted him to.

Training with him every day was going to be its kind of battlefield. But maybe, just maybe, it was a fight worth stepping into. Because behind all the tension, all the possessiveness, there was something real, something raw. And despite my better judgment, I was curious to see where it would lead.