From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨FRACTURED FOCUS✨

Jungkook POV:

I ran my fingers through my damp hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. Leaving Y/N alone while she was sick was the last thing I wanted to do, but I had no choice.

The moment I stepped into the safe house, the familiar scent of gunpowder and leather filled my lungs. The dimly lit room was thick with tension, weapons scattered across the large table in the center. Alex, Luca, and Taehyung stood around it, their expressions grim.

"You're late," Taehyung muttered, checking his gun.

"Had something important to take care of," I replied, rolling my shoulders.

Alex gave me a knowing look but didn't comment. Instead, he tossed me a Kevlar vest. "We've located a hideout. Zalgo's men have been smuggling arms through the docks. If we hit them tonight, it'll set them back weeks."

I nodded, securing the vest and checking my own weapon. Business first. Emotions later. That's how it always was.

Or at least, it used to be.

—

The car rumbled over uneven pavement, the low hum of the engine filling the silence. I sat in the passenger seat, my fingers drumming impatiently against my thigh as Alex drove, his eyes focused on the darkened road ahead. Taehyung was beside him, double-checking the weapons. In the back, Luca leaned against the window, absentmindedly spinning a knife between his fingers.

None of us spoke, but the tension was thick.

Zalgo's men were expecting us. This wasn't just some low-level raid—this was a statement.

I exhaled slowly, shifting in my seat. My head should have been completely in the game, focused on the fight ahead, but—

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it ou. Instead, Julia's name flashed across the screen.

I answered. "What ?"

Her voice came through immediately, laced with exasperation. "She's not resting, Jungkook."

I sighed, already knowing where this was going. "What is she doing?"

"Trying to walk around. She's stubborn as hell, won't listen to a damn word we say."

I clenched my jaw. Of course, she was.

"Put me on speaker," I said, rubbing my temple.

There was a brief shuffle, and then—

"Y/N."

A groan. "I swear I can explain—"

"I heard you did not obey them."

A beat of silence. Then, her voice—small, guilty. "...I had to."

I closed my eyes for a second. "Didn't I say you should rest?"

"They won't even let me breathe without supervision," she complained, and I could picture her pout, the defiance in her eyes.

Julia chimed in, "We are only following your orders, Jungkook."

I smirked slightly. "Good."

"You're siding with them?!" she gasped, clearly betrayed.

"Of course. I want you to rest," I said, my voice softening despite myself. "Listen to them, sweetheart. I'll check on you later, okay?"

Another groan. "Fine."