From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨BOUND BY BULLETS AND KISSES✨

JUNGKOOK POV:

For a few moments, we stood like that, locked together, breathing each other in as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist. I was aware of her every heartbeat, every hitch in her breath, her every tremble echoing against my chest. That one kiss—it had felt like claiming something that was always meant to be mine. She felt right here, in my arms, where I could protect her, claim her, and let her know there was no one else who'd ever be enough.

I grinned, feeling the thrill of the game shift into something else entirely. She was the one challenge I couldn't conquer, the one constant who could stand toe-to-toe with me. And now, after that kiss... well, let's just say I wasn't about to let her get off easy.

When I finally pulled back, I took a steadying breath. "We'll keep training," I murmured, the weight of my words sinking in. "But things are different now."

She looked up, her eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. "Yeah," she whispered, nodding, a faint smile curving her lips. "They are."

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my thumb lingering on her cheek as I took her in. A part of me wanted to pull her back, to kiss her until I'd memorized every curve and edge of her. But I forced myself to step back, the intensity of the moment settling like an electric charge in the air.

The silence hung between us, both of us catching our breath, the air heavy with everything left unsaid. And then, as if it broke through the tension, she let out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Well, that's... not what I expected during training."

I smirked, watching her as she tried to brush it off, though I could still see the flush in her cheeks, the way her eyes kept darting to mine. "Neither did I," I admitted, unable to keep a grin from spreading across my face. "Guess I was just too distracted by you, Mrs.Jeon."

Her eyes narrowed, but I caught the smile before she turned to pick up the gun I'd set aside earlier. "If I'm a distraction, maybe you should focus on yourself for a change. We both know I could still kick your ass in a fight." She winked, tossing the gun at me with a smirk of her own.

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow, more than ready to go along with her game. The kiss still lingered in my mind, but the playful glint in her eyes reminded me of exactly why I was so drawn to her—she was fierce, unafraid, unyielding.

"All right, let's make this interesting," I said, keeping my voice low. I stepped closer, just enough to watch her expression shift with curiosity. "How about a new bet?" I tilted my head, letting a smirk slip. "You win, you get to say whatever you want. But if I win, you owe me another kiss."

Her eyes widened just enough for me to notice, a flicker of something behind them as she absorbed the challenge. But then she matched my smirk, her gaze sharpening as she folded her arms, meeting my stare without a hint of hesitation. "Oh, you're that confident, huh? You think you can win that easily?"

I shrugged, the smile refusing to leave my face. "What can I say? I like to win."

"Fine," she replied, her voice bold and laced with defiance. "But you better be ready to lose."

I watched as she stepped back to the target, her shoulders squared, her gaze steady, and for a moment, I almost forgot about the bet. Watching her like this—strong, focused, unshakable—was a reminder of exactly why she'd gotten under my skin. The thought of her beating me only made the anticipation build. But I was ready.

She lifted her weapon, breathing steady, eyes locked on the target. The silence settled thickly around us, and I could practically feel her heartbeat racing as she aimed, her entire focus on the target in front of her. Then, without a sound, she fired. The shot rang out, and I saw it hit dead center. Perfect.