𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟐𝟔:- 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 (𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹)🔞

Author's POV

Nari sat curled up on the couch in the living room, lost in her thoughts. The image of the stranger she had collided with a few days ago lingered in her mind, though she couldn't figure out why.

Who was he, really?

His presence felt so unsettling yet familiar. Something about his demeanor, the way he carried himself, sent a strange chill down her spine. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the lingering unease.

But before she could dwell on it further, her thoughts were abruptly shattered when she heard the door creak open. Her eyes darted up, and her breath caught in her throat.

There, standing in the doorway, was Jungkook.

But not the Jungkook she was used to seeing. He looked like he had just returned from war. His clothes were torn and soaked in blood. His face was smeared with droplets of crimson, and his leg seemed to be injured, slightly dragging as he stepped inside. The sight of him like that sent a wave of terror crashing through her body.

Nari's heart dropped into her stomach. She immediately stood, her hands trembling as she stared at him, frozen. This wasn't the ruthless Mafia boss she had heard about - this was the man she loved, standing before her, drenched in violence.

Nari (shakily): "W-What is all this?" Her voice wavered with a mix of fear and concern. Her heart ached seeing him in such a state. She loved him, truly, but seeing him like this, covered in blood, was unbearable.

Jungkook's expression was calm, his face unreadable as he wiped a hand across his face, smudging the blood further. He tilted his head, almost amused by her reaction.

Jungkook (calmly, as if it was nothing): "It's just a small wound."

Nari's eyes widened in disbelief, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

How could he be so casual about this? His clothes were drenched in blood, and his leg was clearly injured, yet he stood there like it was just another normal day.

Nari (angry and fearful): "A small wound?!" she repeated, her voice rising. "You call this a small wound? Who are you fooling, Jungkook? Look at yourself! Your leg is injured, you're covered in blood! Where were you?!"

But Jungkook, unfazed by her worry, let out a soft chuckle, as if her concern was amusing to him. He took a step toward her, his movements slow but deliberate, his eyes dark and intense.

Jungkook (laughing softly): "Why so worried, sweetheart?"

He smirked, the dangerous gleam in his eyes unsettling yet somehow captivating. There was no remorse, no guilt. In his world, this was normal. This was who he was - a man who walked through blood and violence with ease.

Nari felt her heart race faster. The anger that surged through her veins was mixed with a deep fear.

How could he be so nonchalant? So shameless about it?

Didn't he understand how much it terrified her?

She took a step back, biting her lip to stop the trembling. "I'm worried because I love you, you idiot," she thought, but the words stayed stuck in her throat. Instead, she simply stared at him, her hands balled into fists at her sides.

Jungkook closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently cup her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. His touch was surprisingly soft for someone who had just walked through hell.

Jungkook (softly, possessively): "You're mine, Nari. This-"
he gestured to the bloodstains on his clothes, "-this is nothing. You have nothing to worry about as long as I'm here." His thumb brushed over her trembling lips. "I'll take care of everything, including you."