Married to my mafia school bully

Confession

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"Where are we?"

"It is a surprise little one, but I can assure you. You will love it."

"Surprise?"

"Want to see it?"

"Do I even have a choice?"

A cocky laughter spilled out from his mouth. The unfamiliar sound of it made you still. Your body trembled, as well as your thoughts. His gaze was fixed on your face, taking in every detail. Every freckle over your nose, eventually finding its way to the tiny scar under your eyebrow. Ending up getting lost in your widened eyes, staring at him in both shock and confusion. You watched as his gaze wandered from your eyes to lips, repeatedly. Eyes to lips, eyes to lips. The feeling of his rough hand sliding from its original position by the edge of the car seat, gave you goosebumps on your back. Feeling your body hairs rise. The same hand started to lumber over your thighs. An unexpected move, which only made you spill out a gasp. Sounding more amused by him than you wished it did. You cursed yourself for that. His smile shifted into a grimace, pulling your knee closest to him over his legs.

"W-What are y-you-..."

He cut you off by a single move of his index finger to your lips. Your breath came to a halt while your eyes widened even more. His finger ran through your hair, pushing pieces of wavy hair strands behind your ear.

"My pretty little thing, what have you done to me."

"W-What do you m-mean"

"Why is it so I can't seem to hurt you, even when my entire body tells me to do so."

His words made you press your lips together, forming an unpleasant line under your nose. You looked away from his sharp gaze. Searching for anything else to look at than the hazel eyes of his, you know so well how it feels to fall into. Jungkook tilted his head lightly while following your eyes around in the car. A single hum from him where the reason for you to push your eyes to his and back into nothing in less than a blink. Earning his attention to your parted lips ready to spill words he loved listening to.

"I-I don't know" you whispered with a hooked head, squeezing your fingers into a fist in shyness. He chuckled by your trembling cuteness, placing a gentle hand to your head, brushing your hair to relax your nerves.

"I do not want you to be afraid of me Y/n, I truly do not. I know we had a rough start, but I want to change only for you. You have brightened a part in me I did not know existed. Call it love. I am sorry for everything I have ever done to you and the ones who love you. But that is just the way I am." Letting out a shaky breath, he continued "You wanted to know who I am, right? Well, as you know. My name is Jeon Jungkook, and I am... the Mafia King."

His confession of being a mafia made you lift your eyes to his eyes already staring at you, begging for forgiveness. You shook your head from the fear erasing everything else from your thoughts. Your chest ached, as if it were stabbed by a dagger. "I am the mafia king" ... was the only thing you managed to think about. Not just did he hurt your friends, but also lied to you. Every single day, before all this bad shit appeared to happen. Everything came to place. Unknown pieces forming a finished puzzle you so eagerly wanted to solve.

"So, everything you have ever done. The bad shit you have done to me, Eunwoo and Namjoon. Was that just a part of your mafia business? All the things you have said to me, was that all a lie?" The sharp, angry words from you made Jungkook fall silent. He did not know how to talk to you. How to explain everything to you.

"Y/n, please try to understand." he managed to say with faint words, pleasing to be understood and forgiven.

"Understand what Jungkook?! That you have been lying to me this whole time? Open your fu**ing eyes! You shot Namjoon! You almost killed Eunwoo. God knows what you did to him after I left! And now you ask me to just forgive you?"

You listened to him sigh trough his nose and nod his head, understanding what you meant. It went five seconds, before he pulled you off his lap and placing you on your original seat. You looked at his closed eyes, wondering what he was thinking. Was he regretting everything? Regretting his decisions and old habits of enjoying watching you angry and sad. Watch you being different from any other girl he ever met?

"We should go." He said simply, with a tone full of remorse.

The easy words spilled from his mouth made you clear your thoughts, coming back to your senses. His words stung more than you thought it would. Listening to his hollow shaky voice, made you almost think differently of him. Wondering if he was speaking the truth when he said he had feelings for you. Almost.

He opened his door and stepped out into the cold darkness, fitting him so perfectly it felt odd. You blinked into the blank darkness surrounding you, in search of something giving you a clue of where he brought you. Your thoughts welled up into a nest of unspoken questions. Was this just one more of his trick to hurt you? Or did he do this for forgiveness? Just as you were about to open the door, Jungkook pushed it open for you with a sad smile tugged on his lips. Your eyes locked with his, seeking for an explanation of his sudden actions. He lifted his left hand to your face holding on to something which looked like clothing. You broke the awkward eye contact. Eyes falling to his hand. He was holding on to a black puffy jacket, offering it to you so would not you get cold.

A nervous blink from your eyes was seen before you reached out for the jacket. Eventually, you stepped out of the car and threw the jacket over your shoulders. Jungkook followed your every move. Feeling happy seeing you put on his oversized jacket. It was too many sizes bigger than you, reaching to the bottom of your hips.

He turned on his heel and took faint steps towards a grass land ahead of you. You watched him walk away from you, his broad shoulders blocking the view in front of him. His features made you remember he had given you, his jacket. Acting all as a gentleman. It smelled exactly like him. Or his cologne, more of.

"Thank you, Jungkook." You spoke, not coming out at more as a whisper. His steps came to a halt, back facing you. You could almost see the smirk he so much tried to hide as he looked over his shoulder. After looking at your face with a soft smile, he turned fully around and started walking slowly towards you. Your body froze as he stopped only inches away from you. His body so close, you were afraid he could hear the rising beating heart in your chest.

"No need to thank me little one" he chuckled before leaning in, whispering in your ear, "and I think you should take that jacket off. You look a little flattered baby."

"W-What? I am n-not...-" your stubborn response made him laugh in your neck, his warm breath to your skin gave you goosebumps all over your body. You could feel him nonchalantly turn his head towards your neck. He let out a deep breath before bumping his forehead on your shoulder.

"Please don't hate me." he said simply, "I promise little one, I will not ever touch you in a way that could harm you. If I ever do, you have the authority to kick me where the sun does not shine. I will not stop you."

"Promise?" you asked, holding in a laugh earned by his comment. He nodded to your shoulder. A hand reaching out behind your back, pulling you into a hug. "I am sorry, little one." He whispered in your hair, "For everything." You shook your head, placing a soft hand to his back.

"Don't be."