AFTER TWO DAYS

AT JEON MANSION (His Parents’ Estate)

“I want to marry Y/N.”

Jungkook’s deep voice echoed through the grand dining hall, rendering his parents speechless.

His mother’s breath hitched. His father stiffened. Their son—the beast, the ruthless mafia king, the man feared by nations—wanted to marry. And not just anyone, but a girl so angelic, so pure, that she seemed like the complete opposite of everything Jungkook stood for.

His father finally spoke, his voice laced with disbelief. “She’s not a one-night—”

“Don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.”

Jungkook’s tone was sharp, his dark eyes turning murderous. His father knew better than to challenge him when he was like this.

His mother, ever the composed one, studied him carefully. “Are you sure? Marriage isn’t a game, Jungkook.”

His jaw clenched, his hands curled into fists. “I don’t play games, Mom. I love her.”

Silence.

His father sighed, rubbing his temple. “Then I will talk to Mr. Kim.”

Jungkook exhaled, but his gaze remained hard. “It doesn’t matter if he agrees or not. I will make her my wife.”

And with that, he stormed out, his secretary, Jimin, following closely behind.

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FIVE DAYS LATER

AT JEON MANSION

Mr. Kim sat across from Jungkook in the vast, dimly lit study. Unlike most men who trembled before the mafia king, Mr. Kim held his ground. He wasn’t just handing his daughter over—he was making a demand.

“I want my daughter to be happy with you,” Mr. Kim said firmly.

Jungkook listened in silence.

“In her twenty-two years of life, I have never let a tear fall from her eyes. I gave her everything before she could even ask. And I expect the same from you.”

He paused, his gaze sharp. “I am giving my daughter to a man who mercilessly kills people. A man who doesn’t care for others. So tell me, Jungkook, will you cherish her?”

Jungkook smirked, leaning back. “She will have tears… of happiness. Or when I fuck—”

“Jungkook, behave yourself.” His father cut him off, voice stern.

Jungkook merely chuckled, unfazed. “I’m just speaking the truth.”

Mr. Kim shook his head with a knowing smile. “Mr. Jeon, calm down. That day will come soon enough.” Then his expression turned serious. “There’s something you need to know.”

Jungkook’s amusement faded as he listened.

“Y/N can only get pregnant through IVF. Without it, she won’t conceive naturally.” Mr. Kim’s voice was firm, almost like a warning. “The choice is yours.”

Jungkook said nothing. His eyes flickered with unreadable emotion.

“She is beautiful, she is innocent, but nobody is perfect.”

Jungkook finally spoke, voice unwavering. “I will marry her. That’s final.”

Mr. Kim nodded, standing up. “Then the wedding will take place in one week. Prepare yourself, Jungkook.”

A smirk played on Jungkook’s lips.

“She is stubborn,” Mr. Kim continued. “If she wants something, she won’t stop until she gets it. I know her well—she is my daughter, after all.”

Jungkook only chuckled.

He knew.

And he was ready.

Because if there was anyone who could bring the feared mafia king to his knees—

It was her.

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SHE WAS INNOCENT, BUT STUBBORN.

AND JEON JUNGKOOK HAD ALREADY MADE UP HIS MIND—

TO SPOIL HER EVEN MORE.

HE LOVED HER.

HE LOVED HER, RIGHT?