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Namjoon slammed the table in front of him. The sound making the man in front of him flinch in fear. "What do you mean by the deal burned?" He asked glaring into the eyes of the brown haired man.

 "S-sir..the leaders were both found dead and the stock was completely burnt by the time we reached.." Namjoon glared at the man, fuming in anger.

 "I don't care about the leaders.. we need a deal, a deal that will increase our power by the end of this month".  Namjoon barked at the man in front of him. "This mafia festival will be mine at all costs". Namjoon smirked. 

JUNGKOOK POV 

Yn.. Yn.. Yn.. I only want her to come back home. I heard the doorbell and sighed. The maid answered the door and within minutes, a weight sunk beside me. "Kook.." I glanced at yn who was already serious. "I..yn.. please come back home" I said knowing her reaction all too well.

 She sighed deeply as if she was carrying the burden of earth on her shoulders. "Jungkook ah... You know it already.. I need some time. I want to complete what I started..without distractions"  Her head was lowered. 

"Distraction?. Yn seriously?.. Am I a distraction?.. Is that all I am to you?" Something stirred in me. Pain?. Anger?. Disappointment?. I don't know. 

"All these years, I thought I would go crazy before finding you..but Yn I miss you with all my life, soul and bones. I don't know what's going on..How would I be a distraction yn?.. I can help you take Namjoon down if you allow me... you know I am always ready" I said all in one breath, some pent up words inside my mind not knowing which ones were right and which ones were wrong.  

"This is my revenge Jungkook. I don't want you to fight my battles for me. I want to do this on my own.. with the power I have"... She said in a voice that sounded like a machine. 

"I am not fighting your battles yn. I just want to help you. It's been so long and I don't want to be far away from you... I-i love you Yn.." I said and for the first time, I stuttered saying 'I love you' or maybe my voice might have cracked a bit too. 

"J-jungkook.. I would never doubt your love.. I-i am sorry.. I just don't know what I-i am talking and doing right now... b-but if it sounded like I don't love you.. I-I am sorry.." I looked at her face. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Her face in a frown and her words tumbled out of her. I hugged her. 

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AUTHOR POV 

Yn hugged him back immediately wanting the hug more than anything. She cried as he caressed her back. Clenching his shirt tight in her fists, she sobbed. "Shh.. I-i didn't mean to say that...I am sorry if you got it like that yn.. see.. don't cry my baby" He soothed her silently whispering in her ear.

 "I-I am s-sorry.. I-I am such a B-itch, ain't I?.. I-I don't deserve this" She spoke sobbing loudly into his chest. "Don't cry Yn ah... I-it hurts me to see you like this..I am right here... always will be" He said wanting to cry but the thought that it would only weaken her more made him gulp his tears back down his throat.  

After what felt like eternity, Yn calmed down falling asleep on Jungkook. He sighed hearing her soft and relaxed breath. He picked her up gently and walked upstairs to him room..their room once. He laid her down on the bed and stared at her peaceful face where dried tears were still visible. He pecked her lips and sat on the bed watching her sleep peacefully... 

"How out of the world you look...ao peaceful and relaxed.." He says in a low voice not wanting to wake her up. 

He could imagine how tired she was and he didn't want her too wake up and be frantic over work..which was again killing or making deal. He was amused seeing how she worked. So different from the past he knew. 

The Yn before was hell bent on kindness, not allowing anyone to die. She was so kind back then and the difference is almost life changing. 

He could imagine how depressed and distraught she was to change into something like a killing machine. Shocked would be and underestimation, he was knocked off the by the revelation of her being the Angelo Nero from Italy. 

He never imagined her out of everyone to be that identity. He liked it or not..he was more worried about her. He knew how Italian mafias were..merciless and ruthless almost to the point of psychotic. He just hoped she was different. That she was still a sane leader.. he could be proud then. His little fragile petal so brave and leading the darkest side of the underworld in her wraps... It is till unbelievable to him. 

He caressed her hair out of her face looking at her with a lot of emotions inside him. He wanted to tell her a lot but he wasn't sure if he could. She already has so much in her plate and he was afraid to put her through too much.. she is his one and only love after all.