From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨GUILT IN THE SHADOWS✨

The morning came too soon.

I barely slept.

At some point in the night, exhaustion took over, but even in my dreams, I couldn't escape the crushing weight of what I had done. My mind replayed it over and over—Zalgo's cruel smile, the folder in his hands, Jungkook's sleeping face, the way I had cried beside him like a coward.

But nothing—nothing—prepared me for the sound that ripped me from sleep.

A sharp, furious voice.

Jungkook.

Shouting.

I jolted awake, my heart hammering in my chest. The air in the room felt thick, suffocating, as my senses slowly adjusted.

Then, I heard it again.

"I don't want your fucking excuses!"

His voice was sharp, cutting through the walls, raw with fury.

I shot up in bed, my breath caught in my throat. My fingers curled into the sheets as I forced myself to move.

I knew what this was about.

I knew what had happened.

Barefoot, I slipped out of bed and padded toward the door. The hallway was dim, but I could see the light seeping from his office, the door slightly ajar.

And then—

I saw him.

Jungkook stood in the middle of the room, his phone gripped so tightly in his hand that I thought it might break. His other hand was clenched into a fist at his side, his jaw locked.

But it was his eyes that sent chills down my spine.

Rage.

Pure, unfiltered, dangerous rage.

He was fuming.

"Do you even understand the damage this has caused?" he barked into the phone. His voice was low, controlled, but deadly.

I swallowed hard, my stomach twisting.

"Everything was in place. Months of work—gone, just like that. Who the fuck let this happen?"

I pressed my back against the wall, my breathing unsteady.

"No survivors?" he repeated, his voice dropping an octave. "None at all?"

Dead silence.

My pulse pounded in my ears.

I knew what that meant.

The attack wasn't just a warning—it was a slaughter.

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to stop the violent tremble running through my body.

"I don't give a damn what you have to do," Jungkook snarled. "Find out who the fuck leaked that shipment. If we have a rat—" He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "—they'll wish they were dead before I get to them."

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

I was the rat.

The very person he was hunting.

The air suddenly felt too thick, like it was pressing down on me, squeezing my lungs.

Jungkook ended the call with a sharp click and slammed his phone onto the desk.

The impact echoed through the room.

For a moment, he just stood there, his breathing heavy, his shoulders rising and falling.