𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• EPISODE:- 30

Yn's Pov

I clenched my jaw so hard I could hear my own teeth grinding. The guards opened the grand doors like royalty was arriving. And technically, I guess he was. All straight shoulders, dangerous aura, and that expressionless face everyone seemed to workshop or fear, jesus.

Really, Like always I want to stab him, wanted to set this whole fucking mansion on fire. But instead like always...I walked, Beside him.

Head high. Back straight. Eyes dead yeah.
Cause why not if I was going to walk into hell with devil, I was going to look hotter than the flames.

And suddenly like attention seekers we got every pair of eyes in that damn hallway turned towards us. Men paused. Women jesus stared... ofcourse at me. I scoffed internally. Yeah, yeah. I felt it. Confusion, Envy or fear maybe.

But devil beside me hadn't even blinked or looked at anyone but me, that pricky smirk on his lips clearly gives devilish vibe...jerk.

"Wanna let them know," his voice murmured low so only I could hear deeply wished I shouldn't i swear, "The lady beside me isn't just company. She's the fucking Wifey of this Gentlemen here?"

"Don't humiliate the word "gentleman" with such statement," i whisper back but in mind cause I don't want to even look at his shitty face more than a second and getting in argument with this jerk is so far from now.

If murder wasn't illegal, I'd be single by now...though, in this world ..what the hell is illegal anymore? I chuckled silently

So why not let everyone know...Jeon Jungkook didn't bring just a date..he brought a problem in heels....a girl who hated him with every breath... Yet still wore his name.

The air around us thickened, conversations fading to murmurs and nods. I glanced around. Cause it's nothing new now. And hell yeah, my instincts kicked in. The people here aren't any normal beings...i guess.

Every man here looked like they'd slit a throat before dessert. Every woman here could poison a drink and smile while doing it.

But still the man next to me? He didn't feel like part of the crowd. He felt worse.

Then, cutting through the tension like a full knife, an older man stepped forward from the side.

Sharp suit. Sharper eyes. Scar down his cheek like a reminder of battles won. He reeked of power, vodka, and blood money.

He smirked.

"Ah, Jeon. You made it. Looking like death in velvet," He chuckled, his heavy russian accent thich but smooth.

And other side this devil didn't bow. Didn't greet. just offered a slow nod.

I guess a silent acknowledgement between two jerks. Huh

And yeah then that old man acknowledged my presence too... ofcourse with same mafia powerful king ass smirk..fuck jesus. Can't I just cut their lips damn like every second they curled upwards...

"Oh, Guess this must be the woman stirring storms inside the cold king Jeon?"

I give him a bored stare. "Or maybe the storm he's too dumb to escape from."

The man roared with laughter, but Jungkook? He smirked... proudly? Like I passed some unspoken test.

Bro know nothing about sarcasm...ops not bro but these stupid mafia jerks.

Then the old man gestured behind him. "Come, let me introduce you to someone. My Son. He's been waiting to meet you two"

No thanks, wish I said it out loud. But nah no drama for tonight.