When The Devil Chose Her

Yh: aahhhhhhhhhhhhh stop please, it's hurting .
Jungkook : isn't this you want ? me fucking you. yn: I can't please .
Jungkook : I waited enough , now be a good girl

Everyone feared Jeon Jungkook.

At only twenty-four years old, he was the youngest mafia boss in the country and the CEO of one of the largest companies in Seoul.

Born into power, raised in blood, and destined to rule, Jungkook never had to ask twice for anything. Whatever he wanted was placed in his hands before the day ended.

Money.

Power.

Respect.

Fear.

He had it all.

With a loving family standing behind him, loyal men willing to die for him, and an empire built by generations before him, Jungkook ruled the city without mercy.

Helping people?

A waste of time.

Kindness?

A weakness.

Love?

Nothing but a distraction.

He watched people suffer without feeling guilty.

He watched enemies beg without feeling pity.

And blood never made him look away.

Then one evening, while sitting in the back seat of his luxury car, waiting for a traffic light to change, he noticed a girl.

Not because she was beautiful.

Not because she stood out.

But because she was doing something he could never understand.

Helping strangers.

While everyone else walked past an elderly woman struggling with her groceries, she stopped.

Without expecting anything in return.

For the first time in years, Jungkook found himself staring.

She wasn't fearless.

She wasn't perfect.

In fact, she got scared easily.

She hated violence.

She couldn't even look at blood without feeling sick.

Yet somehow, the ordinary girl from an ordinary home managed to capture the attention of the most dangerous man in Seoul.

A man who never cared.

A man who never loved.

A man everyone called the Devil.

And once the Devil chooses something...

He never lets it go.