From Reluctance to Desire: A Mafia Story [JJK]

✨WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE✨

Jungkook POV:

A sharp, relentless pounding echoed in my skull as I woke up, the remnants of last night's argument clawing at my mind like a relentless storm. The fury in Y/N's voice, the betrayal in her eyes—it all came rushing back, stirring a dangerous fire in my chest.

I exhaled harshly, my jaw clenching as I turned my head toward her side of the bed.

Empty.

Of course.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips, dark and humorless. She didn't even bother pretending anymore. She'd rather avoid me than deal with the consequences of her own words.

Fine.

I pushed the covers off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, forcing myself upright. My body was tense, coiled with the weight of frustration that refused to settle. 

The Black Rose empire was mine—mine—yet here I was, dealing with the one person who should have stood by my side questioning my authority.

The cold water from the sink did nothing to cool the rage simmering beneath my skin. I gripped the edges of the counter, breathing heavily as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

My eyes were darker than usual, a storm raging behind them.

She didn't understand.

She refused to understand.

By the time I made it downstairs, my patience was already razor-thin.

Y/N sat at the far end of the dining table, her fingers idly toying with the fork, pushing food around her plate like she had no appetite. 

She didn't even acknowledge me at first. When she finally looked up, her expression was unreadable, her walls built high and impenetrable.

"Good morning," she said, her voice cold, detached.

"Morning," I muttered, my tone just as clipped as I slid into my seat.

The silence was suffocating.

I picked up my coffee, taking a slow sip, my fingers tightening around the cup with every passing second. The weight of last night's argument still hung thick in the air, the unresolved tension curling around us like smoke.

Finally, I snapped.

"Are we going to talk about last night, or are you going to keep pretending it didn't happen?" My voice came out sharp, laced with warning.

Y/N's grip on her fork tightened. "What's there to talk about, Jungkook?" she asked, voice deceptively calm. "You made it perfectly clear where your loyalties lie."

I slammed my coffee mug down, the sound echoing through the room. "Don't twist my words, Y/N." My patience was fraying, unraveling at the edges. 

"This isn't about loyalties—this is about power. About control. Your father doesn't have either, and that's not my problem."

Her eyes flashed with fury. "Not your problem?" she repeated, voice rising. 

"My father built this empire alongside yours, and now he's treated like an afterthought. Like he doesn't belong!"

I pushed back my chair abruptly, standing to my full height. My presence was a force in the room, commanding, unyielding. "Your father's brother handed over control to mine. He made that choice. If your father has a problem with it, he should have stepped up when he had the chance. But he didn't. He let me take the throne. And now? Now he wants to act like a fucking martyr?"

Y/N stood as well, her chair scraping against the floor. "He gave up control out of trust—because he thought your father would rule fairly! But you? You've turned this empire into nothing but a game of power, and you don't even realize the damage you're doing!"

I clenched my fists, struggling to contain the dangerous edge in my temper. "You don't realize what it takes to run this empire," I growled. "This world doesn't run on trust, Y/N. It runs on fear. On control. And I'll be damned if I let anyone—your father included—jeopardize what I've built."

She shook her head, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "What you've built? You mean what you've taken? You act like a king, Jungkook, but all I see is a man so afraid of losing power that he's willing to destroy everything around him just to keep it."

I felt the heat of her words slam into me like a punch to the gut, but before I could retaliate, my phone buzzed violently against the table.

I grabbed it, my patience hanging by a thread. "What?" I barked.

"Boss," Alex's voice came through, tense. "We've confirmed it. The mole in our ranks—the one feeding intel to the Zalgo gang. It's exactly who you suspected. We need you down here now."

A slow, lethal smirk curled at my lips. Finally.

"Good," I muttered. "I'll deal with it myself."

I hung up, stuffing my phone into my pocket as I reached for my jacket.

"Where are you going now?" Y/N's voice cut through the room, her tone tight with frustration.

"Work," I said shortly.

"In the middle of this?" she demanded, stepping toward me.

I let out a sharp exhale, my grip tightening around the fabric of my jacket. "I don't have time Y/N," I snapped, my patience fraying.

She scoffed, shaking her head. "You never do." Her voice was quieter this time, but no less sharp. Her eyes locked onto mine, frustration swirling in their depths. 

"You pull me in, Jungkook. Make me think you're here with me, that you seeme, and then—" She swallowed hard, her jaw clenching. "Then you push me away. Every damn time."

I said nothing, my muscles tensing. 

She wasn't wrong. 

But I couldn't afford to entertain this now, not when I had bigger threats clawing at my empire.

"You're close to me," she continued, her voice trembling with restrained emotion. "But never that close. You let me in just enough before slamming the door in my face. And I'm so goddamn tired of it."

Frustration clawed at my chest, my hands curling into fists. "Y/N, I said I don't have time for this shit."

Her breath hitched slightly, and something flickered in her eyes before she masked it with anger. "Of course," she whispered bitterly. "Because the Black Rose always comes first, doesn't it? Always more important than us."

I froze for half a second.

A part of me wanted to deny it. 

To tell her she was wrong.

But I didn't.

I didn't have time for this.

Instead, I turned on my heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind me so hard the walls shook.

I climbed into my car, gripping the steering wheel as my jaw locked. The rage still burned hot in my veins, but underneath it, something else festered.

Something I wasn't willing to name.

With a sharp exhale, I pressed my foot to the gas, speeding off into the morning light. There was work to be done. Blood to be spilled.

And I wasn't in the mood to show mercy.

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