From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨A GLIMPSE OF DARKNESS✨

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 seemed limitless before, was now wearing thin. I could feel his eyes on me, always watching, trying to decipher the reason behind my coldness. 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.

One evening, as I sat in the living room pretending to read a book, I felt him approach. His footsteps were measured, but there was an underlying tension in his movements that told me this wouldn't be another silent encounter.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice low but laced with an edge of authority. It wasn't a request; it was a command.

I didn't look up from my book, keeping my voice steady. "About what?"

"Don't play games with me, Y/N," he snapped, his tone harsh. "You've been ignoring me for days. Acting like I'm the enemy."

I couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped my lips. "Maybe because you are," I muttered under my breath, barely audible, but enough to make him stiffen.

He crossed the room in a few swift strides, snatching the book from my hands and tossing it aside. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he demanded, his eyes boring into mine.

I finally met his gaze, my eyes cold and unyielding. "It means exactly what it sounds like. You don't know how to be anything other than the enemy, do you, Jungkook? You lie, you deceive, and you kill."

His eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flickering there. "You don't know what you're talking about," he growled, but there was something else in his voice—an edge of uncertainty as if he was teetering on the brink of losing control.

"I know more than you think," I shot back, standing up and stepping closer to him. "I know you're not the man you pretend to be. And I know you're not the man I thought you were." My voice broke on the last word, but I kept my gaze steady, refusing to back down.

His jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "You don't know anything about me. You think you do, but you have no idea what I've done or why I've done it."

"Maybe I don't," I retorted, "but I know what kind of person can kill without remorse, without even thinking. That's who you are, isn't it? A monster."

For a moment, I thought he might hit me. His entire body was taut with rage, his eyes burning with a fury I hadn't seen before. Then, just as quickly as it flared up, his expression shuttered, the mask slipping back into place. He turned away from me, pacing like a caged animal.

I watched him, my heart pounding in my chest. For a split second, I felt a sliver of fear, wondering if I had pushed him too far. But I needed to see this side of him. I needed to remind myself of what he was capable of.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and two of Jungkook's guards entered, dragging a third man between them. The man was struggling, his face bruised and bloodied. They shoved him to his knees in front of Jungkook.

"We caught him sneaking around your office, sir," one of the guards reported. "He was trying to break into the safe."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he looked at the man, his face a mask of cold indifference. "Who sent you?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.

The man shook his head, blood dripping from his split lip. "No one," he gasped. "I was just—"

He never got to finish his sentence. In one swift motion, Jungkook pulled a gun from his waistband and shot the man in the head. The sound was deafening, the smell of gunpowder filling the room. My heart stopped, my blood running cold as the man's lifeless body slumped to the floor.

I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. I just stood there, staring at the man on the ground, my mind screaming at the horror of what I had just witnessed. Jungkook didn't even flinch. He simply holstered his gun, giving a curt nod to his guards to remove the body.

He turned back to me, his eyes locking onto mine. "This is the world I live in," he said coldly. "This is what it takes to survive. If you can't handle it, then maybe you should stop pretending to understand."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. For the first time, I truly saw the monster that Namjoon had warned me about, the cold-blooded killer who didn't hesitate to end a life without a second thought. If he found out that I had taken the file—his precious "Mission Z"—what would he do to me? Would he turn that same gun on me without a flicker of emotion? The thought made my blood run cold.

Jungkook left the room without another word, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts, and the sickening image of the dead man burned into my mind. I sat down on the edge of the couch, my body trembling. The file. It was still in my room, hidden away where he wouldn't think to look. I had to get it back into his office before he discovered it was missing. If he found out... I shuddered at the thought of what he would do.

I needed a plan, and I needed it fast. But for now, all I could do was sit there, my mind reeling with the gravity of the situation. Revenge might have been the fire that fueled me, but fear was the ice that gripped my heart now.