From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨A MIDNIGHT REVELATION✨

I spent the entire day in my room, recovering under Julia's careful watch. She didn't leave my side, making sure I was comfortable, and I appreciated her concern even though I assured her I was feeling better. By evening, I could finally sit up without any discomfort, and the warmth in my chest had dulled to a faint memory of pain.

Now it was night, and the world outside was quiet. I lay on the bed, trying to focus on my favorite book, but my mind kept wandering. Jungkook hadn't come home yet, and though I knew he was probably busy, I couldn't help but feel restless.

The minutes stretched into hours, and the silence felt heavier with each passing second. Finally, I heard the faint rumble of a car approaching. My heart skipped a beat. It was him.

I placed the book aside and hurried to the entrance, despite knowing I should probably stay in bed. The sound of the engine stopping and the car door shutting made me quicken my pace.

When I opened the door, I saw him walking toward me, his expression initially tired and distant. But when he noticed me, his eyes widened with shock.

"Y/N?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "What are you doing up? You should be resting."

"I'm fine now," I said softly, offering him a small smile. "I wanted to see you."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stepped inside. "You shouldn't have waited until midnight. You need to take care of yourself first."

I followed him as he walked to our room, his steps heavy from what must have been an exhausting day. Once inside, I sat on the bed while he removed his jacket, his gaze flicking toward me with a mix of exasperation and worry.

"You're stubborn, you know that?" he said, his tone firm but kind.

I couldn't help but smile. "Maybe. But I'm feeling better now. See?" I spread my arms slightly for emphasis.

He shook his head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "That doesn't mean you should push yourself."

"I missed you," I admitted, my voice quieter now.

His gaze softened, and he stepped closer, resting a hand on my cheek. "I missed you too. But next time, rest. Promise me."

"Fine," I muttered, leaning into his touch.

He left to take a shower, and I stayed on the bed, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. When he came back, his hair was damp, and he was wearing a simple black shirt and sweatpants. He looked more relaxed now, the tension in his shoulders easing.

As he sat beside me, he glanced at me with a curious expression. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," I replied, tilting my head.

"What do you think about Jimin?"

The question caught me off guard, but my face immediately lit up. "Jimin? Oh, he's the best! He's been my friend since we were kids. He's like the annoying older brother I never wanted but somehow got stuck with." I laughed, the memories of our antics flooding my mind.

Jungkook leaned back, a faint smile on his face as he listened. "Annoying, huh?"

"Very!" I grinned. "He teases me all the time and always tries to act like he knows everything. But he's so soft-hearted, even though he pretends to be tough. And don't even get me started on how I always take his money. He lets me win every time!"

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "You take his money?"

"Of course!" I said with a mischievous grin. "He lets me borrow it when I want something and never asks for it back. It's the least he can do after all the teasing."

"Sounds like you're close," Jungkook said, his tone neutral, though his eyes hinted at something deeper.

"I am," I admitted. "Honestly, I'm closer to him than I am to Namjoon."

"Really? Even though Namjoon's your actual brother?"

I nodded. "Namjoon's great, but Jimin and I have this bond. He's always been there for me, no matter what. Even recently, when he was dating someone, he still found time to check in on me."

Jungkook's interest seemed to pique at this. "Dating someone?"

"Yeah, but they broke up recently," I said, a tinge of sadness in my voice. "He didn't tell me much, but I could tell he wasn't happy about it. He deserves better."

Jungkook was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on me. Then, with a faint chuckle, he asked, "Why didn't you ever tell me about him?"

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. "You didn't ask," I replied innocently, my tone playful.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Fair enough."

I tilted my head, studying him. "Why are you so curious about Jimin? Do you know him?"

A sly smirk appeared on Jungkook's face, and he leaned closer. "He's one of my men."

My jaw dropped, and I stared at him in disbelief. "Wait, what? Jimin's part of the mafia?"

Jungkook nodded, clearly amused by my reaction. "He's been with me for a long time. Didn't he ever tell you?"

"No!" I exclaimed, still trying to process the revelation. "I can't believe this. Jimin, of all people..."

"He's good at keeping secrets," Jungkook said with a shrug.

I shook my head, a mix of shock and amusement swirling within me. "I'm definitely going to have a word with him about this."

Jungkook laughed softly, the sound easing the tension in the room. "Good luck with that."

Despite the surprise, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of reassurance. If Jimin was working with Jungkook, it meant he was in good hands.

As the night wore on, we lay down together, the earlier conversation still fresh in my mind. Jungkook's steady presence beside me was comforting, and I found myself drifting off to sleep, feeling safe and content.