From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨COOKING UP CONNECTION✨

The morning had an unusual quietness to it. I woke up feeling a little more sluggish than usual as if I'd been pulled down by the weight of sleep. The house felt strangely still, almost unnerving in its silence. After a quick refresh, I stepped out of my room, expecting to hear the usual sounds of maids bustling about or guards stationed at their posts. But the long hallways were void of their usual presence, leaving an eerie emptiness that only heightened my curiosity.

The atmosphere seemed off, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. As I made my way downstairs, my mind swirled with questions. Was this deliberate? Or had something gone wrong?

When I reached the dining area, I saw Jungkook, casually seated at the long table, focused on his laptop. His presence in the house during daylight hours was a rarity—he was always out, deeply entrenched in his mysterious mafia dealings.

"Why is there no one in the house?" I asked as I approached him, my voice breaking the stillness.

Without looking up from his screen, Jungkook responded in his typical calm, unbothered tone, "I'm sitting right here. How can you say no one is here?"

I rolled my eyes, trying not to let his nonchalance frustrate me. "You know what I mean. The staff—the maids, the guards. Where did they all go?"

Jungkook's fingers danced over his keyboard for a few more seconds before he finally answered. "I told them to leave for the day. Your breakfast is ready on the table. Eat."

I glanced at the neatly laid-out breakfast, surprised by his actions. Jungkook wasn't one to randomly send the staff away. Something about it felt deliberate, almost like he was planning something. But knowing him, I wouldn't get answers easily. With a shrug, I sat down to eat, occasionally sneaking glances at him as he remained glued to his laptop.

"Aren't you going out today? Handling your... mafia business?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but curiosity leaked through my tone.

For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the soft taps of his fingers on the keyboard. Then, without tearing his gaze away from the screen, he said, "No. I'll be here."

I nearly choked on my toast. Jungkook? Staying home all day? It was unheard of. "You never stay in the house," I blurted out. "You're always either out late or sometimes... you don't come home at all."

His response was immediate, cutting through my words like a knife. "Are you asking me to leave, Mrs. Jeon?"

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "No! Of course not. I just—" I faltered, feeling awkward under his cold yet amused gaze. "I was just curious."

With a sigh, I returned to my breakfast, the air between us charged with unspoken tension. What was going on? Why was he staying home? The questions buzzed in my mind, but I kept them to myself.

Later, after wandering around the house, trying to lose myself in a book, the silence began to gnaw at me. Restlessness took over, and I found myself seeking out Jungkook again. There was something about the way he was acting that left me uneasy and curious. Approaching him at his makeshift office, I leaned against the doorframe.

"You know, this house could use a TV or something. It's getting boring."

Jungkook didn't even glance up from his work, but I noticed a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips. "We'll see about that."

Feeling dismissed, I sighed and turned to leave. But just as I did, I noticed him standing up from his chair and heading towards a door I'd never seen him open before—his office. I'd never been inside, and suddenly, my curiosity flared up again. Quietly, I followed him, attempting to sneak a peek into this mysterious part of his world. But before I could even think about getting too close, Jungkook turned sharply, catching me red-handed.