Turning Soft?

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Jungkook Pov:

It has been a few hours since I pulled Y/n on my lap. The few hours which I have enjoyed every moment of with a big heart. My plan was to drive us home to my mansion, but the beautiful sight of her sleeping in my arms so comfortably, just made me drive around the city. "Change in the plans" I thought "Let me take her somewhere beautiful, like her."

Now, I am headed towards the mountains, where I heard would be possible to see a meteor shower. I truly hope she'll like it.

My little idiotic plan at first was to take her home and give both her and Namjoon the little punishment they both deserved. But her small face nuzzling so close to my neck, I could feel her slow even breathing at my skin, it just made me change my mind towards her. Which means, I won't spare Namjoon for a little violence punishment. Maybe just spare him a little bit, just for her... NO, what am I saying?! I am the Mafia King; I can't turn soft this easily. That bastard deserves nothing more than pain and suffering.

But what will she think of me if she realises- no when she realises, I have put both her friend's life to a thin thread...

My plan for the mountains was perfect, but there was just one single problem. I still had a wounded man in the backseat of my car. It went minute by minute, where I tried to come up with a plan how to get me and Y/n to be alone. Could I text the group and tell them to pick him up somewhere and put him in the basement? Or would that just make them ask hundreds of questions of how he ended up like this. "F#ck it, let them question me as much as they want. Do I have another option than to contact them?" I thought.

After convincing myself that there was no other option, I slowly slid my hands of Y/n's stomach and lifted my phone up from my bottom pocket. As I held my phone in my hand, I turned the car over, slowly I stopped the car just of the road and then eventually stopped the engine. Her face snuggled closer to my neck making her head laying just under my chin, probably by the change of our surroundings. Since now, we weren't sitting in a speeding car, bumping along with the holes in the road, rather we stood completely still. An unfamiliar smile and a warm pressing feeling in my heart I have not felt before, popped up just as she moved closer to me. Her small hand slid around my torso gripping softly to my shirt, and her cute perfect little face was so close to me I could feel her lips slightly brushing my skin. A flattered chuckle appeared by the closeness. I carefully gave her a warm peck on her head, trying not to wake her up from her deep sleep. I watched her face as a small smile on the crook of her lips appear.

I smiled by the sight of her, but my thoughts came back to the reason of why I suddenly stopped the car in the middle of nowhere. I sighed, before opening the chat to my group, but then mediately stopped. It would not work if five people ask to many questions at a time. I only need one of them to come get him. I shook my head before opening Seokjin's chat. It probably was a stupid idea to ask him to pick up Namjoon, since he is known for coming with his rap once he's angry. But what can go wrong, right?

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