The Mafia's Debt - J.JK × K.SJ✔

12

Later that evening, Jin returned home, feeling a strange mixture of exhaustion and anticipation. His day at work had been a blur, with his thoughts constantly drifting back to Jungkook and the intensity of their interactions. As he walked into the house, he was greeted by the sound of laughter again—Haru’s laughter, along with another voice.

Jin walked into the living room, where he saw Haru playing a game on the floor, and Jungkook sitting on the couch, watching with a contented smile. The sight once again threw Jin off. Despite everything, Jungkook always looked so at ease when he was with Haru, as if this was the life he’d always wanted.

“Welcome back,” Jungkook greeted, his eyes immediately locking onto Jin.

Jin nodded, avoiding direct eye contact as he set his things down. “Where’s Haru’s dinner?”

“I cooked it already,” Jungkook said, standing up and stretching. “Made sure it’s healthy and not just instant noodles, I promise.”

Jin arched an eyebrow. “You…cooked?” He was genuinely surprised.

Jungkook shrugged, his face breaking into a teasing grin. “I can do more than just kiss you, you know.”

Jin felt his face heat up, and he cleared his throat, trying to stay composed. “Well, thank you,” he muttered, heading toward the kitchen to check on Haru’s meal.

But before he could make it far, Jungkook’s arm shot out, catching Jin by the wrist. Jin turned, only to find himself pulled back into the mafia lord’s chest.

Jungkook’s voice was soft but firm. “You’ve been avoiding me since this morning.”

Jin’s pulse quickened. “I’m not avoiding you,” he said, though he knew it was a lie. He had been trying to keep some distance after everything that had happened between them.

Jungkook’s eyes darkened slightly, his grip on Jin tightening just a bit. “You’re a terrible liar, Kim Seokjin.”

Before Jin could respond, Jungkook leaned down and captured his lips in a deep, intense kiss, this time with more control and less urgency than before. Jin stiffened at first, but as Jungkook’s tongue brushed against his, coaxing him to respond, he felt his resistance melt away once again.

Jin's hands found their way to Jungkook’s chest, his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as he kissed back, losing himself in the sensation. For a few moments, it was just them—no Haru, no mafia business, no complications. Just them, wrapped up in each other’s warmth.

When Jungkook finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against Jin’s, both of them breathing heavily. “I don’t care how much you try to fight this, Jin. You’re mine,” Jungkook murmured, his voice low and possessive.

Jin’s heart raced at the words, a mixture of emotions swirling inside him—fear, confusion, but also a growing sense of inevitability. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, a small voice interrupted them.

“Appa, are you going to eat dinner with us?” Haru asked, standing in the doorway, his innocent eyes wide as he looked at them.

Jin quickly stepped back from Jungkook, his face flushed. “Y-yeah, of course,” he stammered, running a hand through his hair. “Let’s go eat, Haru.”

Jungkook chuckled softly, clearly amused by Jin’s flustered state. “Go ahead. I’ll set the table,” he said, his voice full of amusement as he winked at Jin.

Jin shot him a glare, but there was no denying the warmth that spread through his chest as he watched Jungkook head toward the kitchen. Despite his usual irritation with the mafia lord’s cocky behavior, there was something undeniably comforting about the way Jungkook was always there, always making sure they were taken care of.