The Mafia's Debt - J.JK × K.SJ✔

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When Jin finally stirred awake, the first thing he noticed was the cool sensation against his skin—the complete opposite of the suffocating heat he'd been in before. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft light filtering through elegant curtains. His heart skipped a beat as he slowly realized… this wasn’t his cramped, overheated apartment.

Shooting upright, Jin blinked in shock. His mouth dropped open as he took in his surroundings.

The room was massive—too massive to be anywhere he could afford. The bed beneath him was soft, covered in silk sheets that felt way too luxurious for someone who had been counting every penny just yesterday. The walls were painted in rich, muted tones, and everything from the delicate chandeliers to the sleek, modern furniture screamed wealth—absurd wealth. The entire place felt like something out of a high-end magazine or one of those dramas he secretly watched late at night.

Panic bubbled up in his chest.

"Where... Where am I?" Jin whispered to himself, his mind scrambling for answers.

Just as he tried to piece everything together, the door creaked open, and Jin whipped his head toward it, bracing himself. There stood Jeon Jungkook, as if this was the most casual situation in the world, dressed in his usual sharp black suit, the sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the tattoos snaking down his forearms. He held a cup of coffee in one hand, looking at Jin with a raised brow, clearly amused by Jin's wide-eyed shock.

"Morning, sunshine," Jungkook said smoothly, leaning against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. "You looked like you could use some rest, so I had my men bring you here."

Jin blinked rapidly, staring at him in disbelief. Here? As in here, this place—this ridiculously expensive, over-the-top mansion?

"You… brought me here?" Jin stammered, still processing. "Why am I here? Where’s Haru?!" His heart raced at the thought of his son.

Jungkook chuckled, as if Jin’s panic was endearing. "Relax. Ru-ru’s fine. He’s downstairs with my housekeeper, stuffing his face with pancakes." He took a slow sip of his coffee, watching Jin with an expression that seemed far too calm given the circumstances.

"Pancakes?" Jin repeated, blinking again, trying to catch up. His son was having pancakes with a mafia lord's housekeeper. This couldn’t be real. "Why am I here?"

Jungkook set his cup down on the bedside table, his smirk softening into something that almost looked like concern, though Jin wasn’t sure if that was real or his imagination.

"You passed out, Pretty face. Overworked, underfed, and probably dehydrated. You should thank me. I’m not usually the type to play nurse." He crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. "But for some reason, I couldn’t just leave you like that."

Jin frowned, feeling a mixture of confusion, frustration, and something else he couldn’t quite place. "You… couldn’t leave me like that?" His voice came out disbelieving. "You’re the mafia. You’re the one who’s after my money. Why would you care?"

Jungkook let out a soft laugh, shrugging as if the answer were simple. "Maybe I have a soft spot for pretty faces."

Jin felt his face heat up, his shock shifting to flustered embarrassment. He was still too disoriented to deal with whatever weird flirtation was happening right now.

"Look, I’ll get you your money," Jin said quickly, trying to focus on the issue at hand. "I was halfway there. Just give me a little more time—"

"That’s not why I brought you here," Jungkook interrupted, his tone turning serious. "You were about to collapse trying to do everything on your own. I’m not interested in watching you kill yourself to scrape together cash you don’t have." He stepped closer, his eyes locking with Jin’s, that intense gaze making Jin’s heart skip. "So, here’s the deal. I’m giving you a break. Stay here, recover, take care of your kid. I’ll handle the rest... for now."

Jin stared at him, completely dumbfounded. "A break? You’re… giving me a break?"

"Don’t make me repeat myself," Jungkook said with a smirk, clearly enjoying Jin's bewilderment. "But yeah. Let’s just say I’m curious to see what you'll do with the time."

Jin’s mouth opened and closed, completely at a loss for words. He was stuck in debt because of his idiot ex-boyfriend, being hunted by a mafia lord, and now that same mafia lord was telling him to stay in his luxurious mansion and take a break? This had to be some sort of twisted dream.

But then again… this was Jeon Jungkook. Nothing about him made sense.

Jin slumped back into the pillows, feeling the exhaustion catch up with him. "Fine," he mumbled, his voice still laced with disbelief. "But only because Ru-ru’s here. I’m not doing this for you."

Jungkook chuckled. "Whatever you need to tell yourself, sunshine."

Jin didn’t know how he’d gotten here or what was happening, but one thing was certain—his life had just taken a turn he never could’ve predicted.

Jungkook leaned back against the wall, taking another sip of his coffee as he watched Jin's face transform with every passing moment. One second, he was confused; the next, disbelief washed over him, and then a hint of embarrassment danced in his cheeks. It was a spectacle Jungkook couldn’t help but find adorable.

"So... I’m going to live here from now on. Great... So, um, Mister Mafia, can I change?" Jin finally managed to say, his voice a mix of exasperation and urgency.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. He didn’t understand why, but there was something about Jin’s pretty face that struck him as both cute and funny. Maybe it was the sheer absurdity of the situation.

"Yes, you can," Jungkook nodded, his amusement evident.

Jin shot him a look, narrowing his eyes. "What?"

"I said you can change," Jungkook repeated, stifling a laugh.

"Yah! I said I want to change!" Jin’s voice rose, frustration bubbling to the surface.

"Yeah, so? Change here! Don’t worry; no one's coming," Jungkook replied casually, leaning in slightly.

Jin’s mind spun with disbelief. "Yah! What do you mean, no one's coming? How could i change you if you are standing there like a pole?! Where's the damn bathroom? And gimme some spare clothes!"

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smirk, thoroughly enjoying this unexpected back-and-forth. "Sure, I’ll get someone to bring you clothes. The bathroom’s right there," he said, gesturing toward an ornate door. "You can change in there, pretty face."

As he turned to leave, a thought struck him—he wouldn’t mind at all if Jin changed in front of him. The idea was amusing, and he couldn’t help but wonder how bold this pretty man could be. In all his years in this business, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that, but somehow, with Jin, it felt different.

As Jungkook stepped out of the room, he paused, looking back over his shoulder. Jin blinked, a frown still on his face, and Jungkook felt a surge of warmth in his chest. Why did he find it so endearing when Jin glared at him?

The moment Jungkook was gone, Jin’s face turned crimson. Did the mafia lord really just call him “pretty face”? He hadn’t thought much of it before, but now that he replayed it in his head, his cheeks flushed deeper.

Why does the mafia always call me that? He couldn’t shake off the thought as he trudged toward the bathroom, mind racing.

Once inside, he stared at his reflection, splashing cold water on his face to cool down. "Get a grip, Jin! It’s just a nickname," he muttered to himself, but the fluttering in his stomach disagreed.

After a moment of deep breaths, Jin rummaged through the closet, finding some oversized clothes that were, surprisingly, comfortable. He quickly changed, hoping that being in a mafia lord's mansion wouldn’t make him lose his mind along with his dignity.

Once dressed, he opened the door cautiously, ready to face whatever chaos awaited him next. The last thing he expected was to feel a little bit of excitement about what the day might bring—and the thought of Jungkook’s smirk only made his heart race faster. What the hell was happening to him?