From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨A GLIMPSE OF DARKNESS✨

Morning arrived in quiet cruelty.

The weight of the secret I carried pressed heavily on my chest as I awoke before Jungkook. My body moved on instinct, silent and precise, as I slipped out of bed and made my way to the guest room. My pulse pounded in my ears as I retrieved the red file from its temporary hiding spot. 

With careful hands, I tiptoed to a corner of the room where the ceiling panel was slightly loose. I reached up, pushed it aside, and slid the file into the hidden space, securing it where he would never think to look.

This was too dangerous.

If he found out, if he even suspected—

I inhaled sharply, forcing the thought away.

I straightened, smoothing down my clothes before returning to our bedroom. He was still asleep. Good. I went through my morning routine as though nothing was different, as though my heart wasn't pounding in my chest with the weight of betrayal.

By the time Jungkook woke up, I was already seated by the vanity, brushing my hair with slow, measured strokes.

He sat up, his gaze lingering on me.

But I didn't look at him.

I couldn't.

We didn't speak. The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating.

The tension in the house was becoming unbearable.

Jungkook's attempts to bridge the growing rift between us had grown more insistent. His patience, which had once seemed limitless, was wearing thin. I could feel his gaze on me constantly, watching, searching for answers I refused to give him.

He wasn't stupid.

He knew something had changed.

But I refused to give him any clues.

The game we were playing had changed, and he wasn't aware of the new rules.

Throughout the day, my mind spun with thoughts of revenge.

I had to make him regret.

Make him feel.

Namjoon's words echoed in my mind. He acted like he loved you.

Maybe that was true.

A bitter taste filled my mouth at the thought. Love. What a fragile, dangerous thing.

That evening, as I sat in the living room pretending to read, I heard his footsteps approach. Slow. Measured. But there was a tension in them that told me this wouldn't be another silent encounter.

Jungkook stopped in front of me. "We need to talk."

His voice was low, laced with authority. It wasn't a request. It was a command.

I didn't look up. "About what?"

His jaw tightened. "Don't play games with me, Y/N." His voice was sharper now, edged with frustration. "You've been ignoring me. Acting like I'm the enemy."

I let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "Maybe because you are."

The air in the room shifted.

Jungkook stiffened. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

His presence loomed over me, demanding answers. He reached for the book in my hands and tossed it aside.

I finally looked at him. My gaze was cold, unwavering. "It means exactly what it sounds like. You don't know how to be anything other than the enemy, do you? You lie. You deceive. You kill."