I woke up to the soft chill of the morning air, wrapped in warmth I didn't remember seeking.
A pillow. A blanket.
I blinked, disoriented, shifting slightly on the balcony couch where I had fallen asleep. I hadn't brought these.
He did.
Jungkook.
This man.
Even when I tried to escape, even after everything that had happened—he still did things like this. Small, silent gestures that made my heart twist. That made me second-guess everything.
I clenched my jaw, gripping the fabric in my hands.
What was I supposed to do with this? With him?
I curled deeper into the blanket, staring out at the horizon, but no amount of sunrise could clear the storm inside me,
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The day started like any other—silent, empty, isolating.
Until my phone rang.
The name flashing across the screen made my breath catch.
Dad.
I hadn't heard from him in weeks. Not since that night.
My fingers hovered over the screen before I finally pressed accept, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"Hello?" My voice barely above a whisper.
"Y/N," his voice came through, hesitant. Unfamiliar.
"How are you?"
I swallowed, gripping the phone tighter. "I'm... okay, I guess."
A lie. But wasn't that what we did? Lie to each other?
"What's going on?"
There was a pause. A hesitation. My father was a lot of things, but hesitant was never one of them.
"I need you to do me a favor."
Something about the way he said it sent a ripple of unease down my spine.
"What is it?"
"Go to Jungkook's office. Get a red file labeled 'Mission Z.' Bring it to the address I'll send you. Don't tell anyone. Come alone."
I frowned. "Why me?"
His tone sharpened. "Just do as I say. It's Mr. Jeon's order."
My stomach dropped.
"Mr. Jeon—"
"Goodbye, Y/N."
The call disconnected.
I stared at my screen, my mind spinning.
This wasn't right. None of this was right.
But I had no choice.
---
The halls of Jungkook's office felt eerily empty as I walked through them, my fingers tightening around my phone.
I found the file easily.
Red.
Mission Z.
The bold letters glared up at me like a warning.
My father had told me not to question. Not to tell anyone.
But my instincts screamed at me—this is a trap.

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From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]
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