From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨BREAKING FREE✨

The moment I opened my eyes, I felt it.

A heaviness in my chest. A weight that pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.

I turned my head slightly, my gaze falling on Jungkook's side of the bed. He was already gone, but the sheets were still warm—proof that he had been here not long ago.

My mind reeled back to last night. To the conversation that still echoed in my head.

"You scare me, Jungkook."

I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but it was the truth.

Jungkook was terrifying in a way that wasn't just about the violence, the power, or the blood on his hands. It was in the way he could make me feel something even when I didn't want to. It was the way he could break me down, make me question everything, and still, I couldn't look away.

I wanted to hate him.

God, I should hate him.

But the situation was too complex. My father's secrets. Namjoon's warnings. The file with Zalgo Chernobog's name staring back at me like a ticking time bomb.

Zalgo.

Just the thought of him sent a shiver down my spine. He wasn't just dangerous—he was the kind of man even the worst of the underworld feared. Yet my father had trusted him more than Jungkook's family.

And if my father had placed his faith in him... maybe I should, too.

I didn't know if I could trust Zalgo, but I didn't have a choice anymore. I needed answers. I needed options.

But first, I needed to get out of here.

I sat on the edge of the bed, taking a deep breath as I mentally mapped out my plan.

Jungkook's guards were watching me more closely after what happened in his office. I had seen their lingering stares, the silent exchange of glances whenever I moved. They suspected something.

But they weren't the only ones who had been watching.

I had been watching them, too.

For weeks, I had studied the mansion's layout—memorized the security cameras, noted the guards' rotations, the blind spots, the weak points in Jungkook's fortress.

Now, it was time to put that knowledge to use.

I called the maids to my room, keeping my expression neutral. "I'm taking a long shower. Do not disturb me."

They bowed slightly. "Of course, ma'am."

The moment they left, I sprang into action.

I yanked open my closet, grabbing dark clothes—a black hoodie, fitted jeans, and sneakers. Nothing that would stand out in the night. I tucked my hair into the hood, adjusting the fabric over my head to cast a shadow over my face.

Then, I moved to the bathroom window. It was small, but just big enough for me to slip through.

My heart pounded as I carefully pushed it open, the night air biting against my skin.

This was it.

One deep breath.

Then, I climbed out.

My feet hit the ground silently.

I crouched low, keeping to the shadows as I moved along the side of the mansion. The guards were positioned at the main exits, but they weren't expecting me to escape through here.