From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨UNDER HIS CARE✨

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the room. I stirred awake, snuggled beneath the thick comforter, my body aching pleasantly—a lingering reminder of the night before. A warmth pressed against my side, steady and strong. I turned my head slightly, my breath catching at the sight beside me.

Jungkook lay on his back, his bare chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. His dark hair was a tousled mess against the pillow, his lips slightly parted in sleep. The harsh, commanding man that the world feared looked completely at ease, his sharp edges softened in the early morning light.

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a smile. He was... so handsome. There was no other word for it.

For a few minutes, I allowed myself to admire him in silence, memorizing the way his lashes cast shadows over his cheekbones and how the corners of his lips hinted at a smile, even in sleep.

But then, without warning, his breathing shifted slightly. His lips twitched, and his eyes fluttered open—deep brown meeting mine.

A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face. "Good morning, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice deep and raspy with sleep.

A shiver ran down my spine, but I quickly masked it with a glare. "You were awake?"

"Oh, I've been awake for a while," he teased, propping himself up on one elbow. His smirk deepened. "Didn't know you liked staring at me so much."

"I wasn't staring!" I squeaked, my face instantly heating up.

Jungkook chuckled, leaning closer, his gaze locked onto mine. "You were absolutely staring," he countered, his tone smug. "Admit it."

"I was just—"

"Mesmerized by my beauty?" he finished for me, tilting his head.

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "You're impossible."

Jungkook's laughter was rich and melodic, the sound vibrating against my skin as he leaned in. "Impossible, huh? That's not what you were saying last night."

My eyes widened, and I grabbed a pillow, smacking him with it. "Stop it, Jungkook!"

He caught the pillow effortlessly, laughing harder. "You're too cute when you're embarrassed."

Before I could throw another pillow at his annoyingly perfect face, a sudden cough wracked my body. I winced, pressing a hand to my throat. Jungkook's expression changed in an instant, amusement replaced by concern.

"Y/N," he murmured, reaching out to press his palm against my forehead. "You're burning up."

I tried to wave him off. "It's just a little cough—"

"You were out dancing in the rain yesterday," he reminded me, his tone firm.

"I'm fine," I insisted, but my voice cracked, betraying me.

Jungkook sighed, shaking his head. "I understand now why your mother was so strict. She must have known how stubborn you are."

I pouted at his words, but he ignored my protests, already getting up. A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water and some medicine, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Take this."

"Jungkook—"

"Take. It." His voice left no room for argument.