From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨THE WEIGHT OF BETRAYAL✨

Jungkook trusted me.

And I just betrayed him.

The thought clung to my skin like ice, seeping into every corner of my mind as I stepped inside Zalgo's office. The dim lighting barely illuminated the space, but I could see him, seated behind his desk, watching me with that cold, knowing smirk.

"Right on time," he remarked, his voice laced with mockery. "I assume you have what I asked for?"

I swallowed hard, gripping my bag so tightly my fingers ached.

This was wrong.

This was so wrong.

Jungkook's face flashed in my mind—those deep, piercing eyes, the quiet way he watched me when he thought I wasn't looking. The warmth of his hand against mine that night we were caught in the storm, the rare moments of softness he tried to hide.

I loved him.

God, I loved him.

And yet, here I was, standing in front of his enemy with the very thing that could break him.

I wanted to run.

To turn around and walk out of this nightmare before it swallowed me whole.

But Zalgo's threats echoed in my ears, wrapping around my throat like a noose. If I didn't do this, if I didn't give him something—he would take everything from me.

From Jungkook.

I hesitated, then slowly pulled out the folder.

Zalgo's eyes flickered with satisfaction as he reached out, his fingers brushing against mine as he took it.

"Good girl," he murmured, flipping through the documents with a sharp, practiced efficiency.

I stood there, my pulse a frantic rhythm in my ears.

Every fiber of my being screamed at me to grab it back, to tear it apart, to do anything but let him have it.

But it was too late.

He had what he wanted.

And I had just committed the worst kind of betrayal.

Jungkook's voice filled my head again.

"I don't trust easily, Y/N. But when I do... I don't take it lightly."

I felt sick.

"You've done well, Y/N," Zalgo's voice cut through my thoughts, smooth and patronizing. "This information will be very useful."

I hated him.

I hated myself more.

He leaned back in his chair, watching me with that same amusement, like he could see right through me. "You look tense,"he noted. "Relax, darling. This was just the beginning. Now that you've proven yourself useful, things will get much easier."

Easier?

There was nothing easy about this.

"I didn't come here to be your puppet," I snapped, my voice steadier than I felt.

Zalgo only chuckled.

I tensed as he stood, his movements slow, deliberate. The sound of his shoes clicking against the floor made my breath hitch.

"No?" He tilted his head, that cruel smirk never fading. "And yet, here you are, doing exactly what I asked."

I felt trapped.