JUNGKOOK POV:
The drive home was peaceful. The waves had left a salty scent in the air, and the distant sound of seagulls occasionally broke the comfortable silence between us.
Y/N was scrolling through the playlist on my phone, humming along to a soft tune while I kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other lazily drumming against my thigh.
Everything was perfect. Too perfect.
And I should've known better.
The moment I heard the loud crash, my instincts flared.
The impact sent our car jerking forward. Y/N let out a small gasp, gripping the dashboard as I quickly steadied the wheel.
"What the hell?" I muttered under my breath, my grip tightening.
I glanced at the rearview mirror, and my jaw clenched.
A black SUV had rammed into us from behind.
No. This wasn't an accident.
I pulled the car to the side of the road, my muscles tensing. My hand automatically reached under my seat, fingers wrapping around the cool metal of my gun.
"Stay inside," I instructed, my voice low but firm.
Y/N frowned. "Jungkook—"
"I mean it, Y/N."
I stepped out before she could argue, my posture relaxed, but my eyes sharp, scanning the area.
Ten men were approaching. Dark clothing. Heavy boots. Unmistakable intent.
Zalgo's men.
I smirked.
They really thought they could take me on?
"Gentlemen," I greeted, tucking my gun behind my back, acting unbothered. "Didn't expect company tonight."
The leader sneered. "Jeon Jungkook. You're a hard man to track."
I cocked my head. "Not really. You just suck at your job."
His smirk faltered.
"Kill him," he ordered.
Tch. I was hoping for a conversation first.
The first guy lunged. Sloppy. Predictable.
I sidestepped easily, grabbing his wrist and twisting it at an unnatural angle. He howled in pain before I slammed my knee into his ribs, knocking him down.
Two more rushed at me.
I ducked under a punch, driving my elbow into the nearest guy's throat. He gagged, stumbling back. Before he could recover, I delivered a swift kick to his knee, sending him crashing to the ground.
The third one barely managed to swing at me before I caught his fist mid-air.
"Pathetic," I muttered, twisting his arm behind his back and slamming him against the hood of their own SUV.
I wasn't even trying.
But then—
"Get her"
My heart nearly stopped.
One of the bastards had ignored me completely and was heading straight for the car—straight for her.
I moved. Fast. But I wasn't close enough.
My stomach twisted with panic. I can't reach her in time.

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From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]
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