"Stop please, stop. Don't kill me, please... Please."

Your eyes opened instantly as you found your chest heaving as you were panting.

Getting conscious, you found yourself covered in soft sheets, in the middle of a familiar bed.

Gazing towards the window, your eyes fell on Jungkook whose head had a cut near his brow.

His eyes looked tired as he slept on the couch uncomfortably, all because of you.

You trembled inwardly as an uneasy feeling engulfed you. Jeon Jungkook might be a demon but... He's not immoral.

He fought there for you and bought you back home.

Instead of respecting and being good to him, you resigned and relied on a man like Jack which got you entangled in situations that you alone could never handle.

You sighed.

What would happen if Jungkook didn't reach you?

Those men would have eaten you alive, and ruined you in ways you couldn't even think of.

You wore a simple beige-colored silk dress reaching your knees.

"It was the maid who changed your clothes," Jungkook's voice made you gaze at him.

You gulped.

"You could have let me die, I deserved that," you said to which Jungkook didn't reply.

"Have medicines," he ordered pointing out to a packet kept on the nightstand. He turned to leave when you got up and ran towards him. Grabbing his shirt you made him stop.

His back faced you.

Without letting him react, you back-hugged him as your hands rested on his chest while your head, on his broad back.

Closing your eyes, you sighed in relief.

"Mr. Jeon, thank you," you murmured.

You thought he would respond, and hug you back but surprisingly, he jerked your hands off.

"The minute you feel better, I want you to leave Seoul."

"You don't get to decide where I go Mr. Jeon," you answered.

He halted, not glancing into your eyes.

"I can't afford to get you in trouble... because of me," he said.

Why would he blame himself?

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have believed Jack," you let out.

Jungkook always had this relatively exclusive personality where he wasn't approachable nor would he talk too much.

He would never answer questions.

The moment you spoke about your friendship with Jack, his dimmed eyes grew cold as he glared at you.

"You're okay, that's all that matters," he said in almost a whisper and turned to leave.

"I want to work with you, for you," you said.

He stopped, right there but didn't look at you.

"Please," you insisted.

"Y/N, I've cleared it already that the minute you feel fine, you leave Seoul."

You went close to him, gripping his wrist, and you stood in front of him, blocking his way.

"I want to be with you Mr. Jeon," you said.

At this moment, you knew he wasn't a stupid task for you, he was what you wanted.

He might be the devil who turned your life upside down but... He's made it beautiful by being there, for you.

Like always, he didn't answer.

-

Two days later, you went back to his office and started to prepare his coffee, and lunch just like you used to.

Hearing from Yoongi sir, you learned that Jungkook cut off the fingers of the man who won you at the Kim's and was about to rape you.

He fired Jack as well, and Jungkook even punched him.

A grin spread across your face.

Every moment you thought of Jungkook made you feel butterflies.

He didn't just save you, he built a soft corner in your heart, for him.

You had misunderstood him innumerable times, you'd been a brat to him, never listened and quit, ran away, and had done everything against his will but not anymore.

He's a mafia.

It didn't matter to you.

All that mattered was him.

You poured his coffee and knocked on his door as he was busy going through some files.

Getting in, you kept the coffee on his table.

He didn't pay attention to you, at all.

As he was about to grab his coffee mug, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

You gulped.

You grew increasingly nervous when you saw his eyes that were eerily cold, colder than you'd seen before.

"I don't need you here," he said.

"Mr. Jeon, I want to stay," you said when he held the coffee mug and smashed it against the wall as you shut your eyes, screaming out of fear.

"Get lost Y/N. Don't mess with me."

"A woman like you who has no understanding towards who she should trust and who she shouldn't, I don't think I want to see you."

"Get out," he groaned making you flinch.

You couldn't leave, not again, never.

You stood there, motionless.

Silence fell in place, and some kind of pressure consumed you.

"I'm not going, I want to work with you," you repeated.

"Yoongi, get the woman out of my site," he said, calling Yoongi in.

"Or what?" You asked.

You didn't fear him.

Not anymore.

"Don't fucking test my patience Y/N. It won't take me a minute to kill you," he threatened.

"Do it then."

After taking a long pause, he looked right into your eyes, his orbs burning in rage while his veins protruded as he balled his fists.

"You want to work?"

You nodded.

"Fine, you'll manage the entire parking lot, all alone."

"Jungkook, it's raining outside. A huge parking lot with tons of cars coming and leaving, she won't be able to do it," Yoongi advised.

"I want her out of my sight Yoongi."

He turned his gaze towards you.

"Either work or get lost," he said, gritting his teeth.

"Jungkook, think --," you cut Yoongi off.

"I'll do everything," you replied as Jungkook remained still but his eyes hinted at a glimpse of surprise.

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A/N:
Wait for the interesting part XD