From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨UNSPOKEN TRUTHS✨

JUNGKOOK POV:

After Y/N left the office, the silence settled in, heavy and thick, like the air before a storm. My hand still lingered in the space where she had been just moments ago, her warmth fading the instant she turned away.

I stood there, motionless, staring at the door she had just walked out of, a dull ache forming in my chest. Something about her felt off lately. She was distant. More so than usual, but this time, it wasn't the defiance I had gotten used to—it was different. It was like she was avoiding me on purpose. I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit.

Was she suspicious of me? Or was it because of the way I'd been treating her?

The way I had been treating her. I didn't want to admit it, but I knew the answer to that. I had pushed her away. The girl who used to laugh and play at my side now barely spoke to me. I couldn't even remember the last time I had genuinely sat down and looked at her without a shadow of anger clouding my thoughts.

But how could I not be angry?

Y/N's father—her damn father—had lied to me. He had betrayed me in ways I couldn't even begin to explain. And I had killed him for it. I had done what was necessary, even if I hadn't wanted to. Even if every part of me screamed not to do it, I couldn't just let him live. He had been a liability. A constant threat to my power, to everything I had built.

He had crossed me. And for that, he had paid the price.

But Y/N didn't know. She had no idea what had happened to her father. I had made sure of that. I had kept her in the dark. The thought of her finding out... no, it terrified me. If she found out the truth, what would she do? How would she look at me? I had already been treating her coldly. What would it be like if she knew the man I had become?

I'd killed her father.

But I wasn't the only one to blame. I had been angry, yes. Furious, even. But I had been pushed to the edge by her father's lies. If he hadn't used me, lied to me, manipulated me—none of this would have happened. I would have never been forced to take matters into my own hands.

I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated, pacing around the room. It felt like everything was spiraling out of control.

Why was she acting like this?

She had been more than just a nuisance to me in the beginning—she had been a distraction, a challenge I hadn't expected, someone who managed to worm her way into my thoughts in a way that wasn't easy to ignore. Her arrogance, her defiance, the way she stood up to me... it had all pissed me off at first, but I had come to admire it. Hell, I had come to crave it.

But now?

Now, she wouldn't even look at me without that damn wariness in her eyes.

I knew why she had started avoiding me. It was because of how I treated her. But what if it wasn't just that?

What if she was starting to suspect something?

The thought made my skin prickle. I had made sure to keep everything about her father's death under wraps. I had covered my tracks and erased any trace of my involvement. I hadn't left any marks—no blood, no evidence. Just the cold, lifeless body of a man who had betrayed me.

But Y/N... she was sharp. She had always been sharp.

She was suspicious. I could tell. She wasn't like the others. She wasn't just some girl who could be manipulated or distracted by promises of wealth and power. No, Y/N had a mind of her own. And now... now she was looking at me differently.