Her Pretty Boy | Jungkook

A smirk played on Y/N's lips as she leaned in closer to his face, the gap between their lips reduced to mere inches.

With gentle fingers, she caressed his locks, her gaze locked onto his innocent eyes. Jungkook's breath quickened, her mere presence driving him to the edge of madness.

"Luck is on your side, as you're seeing this Queen in a bathrobe instead of facing a gun pointed at your forehead," she whispered, her tone commanding as she licked her lips, drawing even closer.

"So, be a good pretty boy and speak the truth if you wish to live"

Yes, she was indeed the infamous mafia queen, Ye Y/N. Jungkook trembled, each word she uttered sending shivers down his spine.

18+. Contains mature themes such as sexual content and very sensitive topics that may trigger some people. Please do not read if that makes you feel uncomfortable.

This is a fan-fiction, purpose that all incidents and occasions in this are all imaginary and all are of my imagination. Any resemblance to substantial life events and species, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.