From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨A MOMENT INTERRUPTED✨

JUNGKOOK'S POV:

"I've been wanting to do this all day," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

I stepped closer, feeling the air shift between us, charged with something neither of us was willing to name just yet. My eyes flickered down to her lips—just for a second—before locking back onto hers.

And then—

Buzz.

The sharp vibration in my pocket shattered the moment like glass hitting the floor. I clenched my jaw, suppressing a curse as I pulled out my phone and saw the name flashing on the screen.

Alex.

"Damn it, Alex," I muttered under my breath.

I could feel her eyes on me as I sighed and pressed the phone to my ear.

"What is it, Alex?" I asked, trying to keep my frustration at bay.

"Jungkook," Alex's voice was sharp, business-like. "There's something urgent. I need to report it right away."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Then say it."

"It's not something we can discuss over the phone," he replied.

My patience snapped. "Then why the hell did you call me?"

"Oh? Am I interrupting something Mr. Jeon?" Alex's voice held the slightest hint of amusement.

I could practically hear the smirk through the phone.

"I guess you're busy with... important matters," he added teasingly.

I hung up before he could finish.

I inhaled deeply, trying to keep my anger from spilling over into the wrong places. I didn't want Y/N to think my frustration was directed at her. 

It wasn't. 

It was at the world that refused to give me even a single moment of peace.

I turned back to her, my expression softening despite the storm raging inside me. She had stepped back slightly, her cheeks still dusted with that beautiful flush. She wasn't upset. 

No, if anything, she looked just as caught in the moment as I was.

"You okay?" My voice was lower now, an edge of guilt lacing my words.

She nodded, but I could see the way her lips parted, the way her breath came just a little quicker than before.

"I'm fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, almost shyly, she added, "Just... wasn't expecting that."

There was a hint of something in her expression—something warm, something unspoken.

I exhaled a quiet chuckle, stepping closer again, brushing a strand of hair from her face. My fingers lingered, memorizing the softness of her skin.

"Nice, huh?" My voice dipped slightly, teasing, but there was a weight behind my words. I wanted to know. I wanted to hear it from her.

Her lips curved into a small smile. "Yeah... nice."

The room fell into silence again, but this time, it was a different kind of silence. It was charged, filled with something neither of us were saying but both of us felt.

My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I forced myself to take a step back.

I wanted her.

 That much was obvious.