MY MAFIA STEPBROTHER 🔞 JEON JUNGKOOK X READER

7

{SMUT WARNING}

I had gotten ready, choosing a tight black plaid skirt paired with a crisp white long-sleeve, the material hugging my body just enough to show off my curves. I slipped on a pair of white flats and gave myself a final once-over in the mirror, wondering if this outfit was the right choice. I felt powerful in it, though a part of me wasn't sure if I was dressing up for myself or for the eyes that always seemed to follow me.

As soon as I stepped out of my room, Jungkook was there. Leaning casually against the doorframe of his own room, he scrolled through his phone, looking every bit the cool, detached guy he always tried to be. When his gaze lifted, scanning my outfit, his lips curved into a slight smirk, though his next words weren't what I expected.

"You should change," he said, voice low and firm.

"What? Why?" I asked, glancing down at my clothes. Was it that bad?

"Your skirt is too tight," he responded, eyes lingering on my hips a little too long. "It shows off your a$$. No?"

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the way his comment made my skin tingle with self-consciousness and something else I didn't want to acknowledge. Without bothering to answer, I headed toward the staircase, my flats clicking softly on the wooden floors. The sound of his footsteps behind me, following in silence, made me smile to myself. I won that round.

As we descended the stairs, I noticed the couple-my mother and Mr. Jeon-walking hand in hand down the hallway. They were practically glowing, their faces adorned with matching smiles as if the world outside of their little bubble didn't exist. It was nauseating, really. How could they be so blissfully unaware of everything else going on?

I hadn't even realized I had stopped in my tracks until Jungkook wrapped his arm around my waist from behind. I tensed, ready to protest, but before I could say anything, he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Go with it, please," he whispered.

His voice sent shivers down my spine, and I found myself complying, even though I didn't fully understand why. We continued down the stairs, arm in arm, as if this was normal for us. As we reached the bottom, our appearance caught the attention of my mother and Mr. Jeon. They looked up, and if it was possible, their smiles grew even wider.

"Jungkook," Mr. Jeon greeted his son with a stiff nod.

I glanced up at Jungkook, expecting some sort of response, but the look on his face was ice cold. There was no warmth in his gaze as he stared at his father. The tension between them was palpable, and it was clear to me that whatever history they shared was complicated-probably even more complicated than my own situation.

"Mr. Jeon," Jungkook finally muttered, his tone flat, uninterested. The contrast between his warmth toward me and his frigidness toward his father was striking.

My mother didn't say anything. She didn't even look at me, her eyes focused on her new husband, or occasionally, Jungkook. I felt invisible, an afterthought in her world, and I couldn't help the sting of that realization.

"We've got to go, Bunny. Otherwise, we' Il be late," Jungkook said, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. His arm slipped away from my waist, but I could still feel the warmth where he had touched me.

Bunny? Since when did he call me that? No one had ever given me a nickname before, not even my mother. The fact that Jungkook was the one to do it made my heart skip in a way I wasn't sure I liked.

Jungkook held the door open for me, and I stepped outside, greeted by the sight of his sleek, expensive car parked in front. My eyes widened slightly-he had good taste, I'd give him that. I moved to open the passenger door myself, eager to get in, but Jungkook beat me to it, pushing the door shut just as I reached for the handle.