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⛓️ GANGSTER'S WIFE ⛓️
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Taehyung had made up his mind. He will ignore that one certain bunny for his own good.
Jungkook was a menace. A walking, talking, grinning disaster. And if Taehyung had even a single brain cell left, he needed to get rid of him.
So he did what any emotionally unavailable, cold, alpha, mafia gangster would do—he handed Jungkook a thick envelope filled with cash.
Jungkook took it without hesitation, flipping through the bills. "Wow. Wow. What a nice day to be a gold digger. You know, if you were trying to break my heart, this is an cxcellent way to do it. I like it ."
Taehyung crossed his arms. "Take the money and leave."
Jungkook hummed, stuffing the envelope into his hoodie pocket. "I will."
Taehyung exhaled in relief. Finally—
"Right after I buy myself some nice shoes and walk right back into your life."
Taehyung’s eye twitched. "Jungkook."
Jungkook plopped onto Taehyung’s expensive leather couch, popping open a bag of chips like he owned the place ( he does). "You look stressed." He licked some cheese dust off his fingers. "Want me to give you a massage while I sit on your lap, papi?"
Taehyung took a deep breath. He hated that nice name... No he doesn't but his dick surely does that it becomes hard. His brain stopped working. His entire existence momentarily crashed.
Jungkook smirked, absolutely knowing the effect he had. His shirt had ridden up slightly, exposing a sliver of his toned stomach. His lips curled into that damn confident, bratty smile. Oh, he knew he had that effect on the gangster.
Taehyung clenched his fists. "I want you to give me peace."
His voice was rough, strained. His body was betraying him. He turned away, jaw tight.
Jungkook giggled, crunching on a chip. "Aww, you’re so cute when you’re trying to resist me. It must be hard, isn't it?"
Taehyung regretted every life decision that led him to this moment.
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Time skip- 2 days later
Jungkook wasn’t stupid. He noticed how Taehyung had been acting differently—avoiding him like he was some contagious disease, giving him cold glances, barely acknowledging his existence. And Jungkook? Oh, he wasn’t having it.
