"What are you going to do?" Min-Cha asked, taking the cup of coffee from Boram, who smiled at her and bent down to kiss her. "I don't know, I need this job, or I won't be able to get out of my grandmother's paws," Rina sighed and smiled gratefully at Boram as she picked up her coffee. "Can you come and live with me?" suggested Min-Cha and Rina shook her head. "Absolutely not, I don't want to hang on your head" she shook her glass thoughtfully. "I'll just have to put up with it somehow, sooner or later he'll get bored and give up" she shrugged and Boram looked at her quizzically.
"Rina, I don't want to disappoint you, but he doesn't look like a man who would just give up. He's a hunter, and you're the prey he wants to catch" he shook his head and she blinked at him. "Besides, are you sure you don't really like him chasing you?" Boran asked, and he and Min-Cha looked at each other understandingly. "No!" she looked at him in horror, shaking her head vigorously. "Listen, Rina, I think I only made your situation worse when I declared you my fiancée. You didn't see his gaze, he was ready to tear me apart." Boram shook his head and sighed. "I agree with Min-Cha, leave and move in with her until you find another job" Min-Cha nodded and put his hand on hers. "At least that's what I can do after everything you do for us" she smiled, and Boram nodded. "No, I'm not going to do anything until I'm really forced. Now all I'm missing is a scandal with my grandmother, and we all know that even though she doesn't want me in her house, she won't just let me go" she leaned back and close eyes.

Jungkook gasped angrily and kicked the man in the abdomen, who bent over, choked, and blood dripped from his mouth onto his shoes. "Son of a bitch!" Jungkook roared and bent down, grabbing him by the collar. The man hung helplessly in the air as Jungkook lifted him. "We need him alive, Jungkook!" Yoongi growled, but Jungkook didn't care who wanted what, his fist pounding mercilessly into the stomach and face of the man, who was already unconscious and on the verge of death. "For God's sake, stop!" Yoongi grabbed Jungkook by the armpits and tried to stop him, but it was as if he were fighting a rock. Blinded by rage, Jungcook continued to strike the lifeless body, with every blow and every drop of blood on his clothes and hands, in his mind the picture of him touching Miss Assistant was now brighter, more colorful and clearer. "Jungkook!" Jimin tried to grab his free hand, wrapping it around her, Namjoon grabbed his other, trying to snatch the man from his grasp.
"I'll kill him!" Jungkook growled, and despite Jimin hanging from his arm, his fist slammed into the man's jaw again. "Mine, she's just mine, and the bastard dares to touch her!" shouted Jungkook, continuing to strike again and again. Jimin looked at Namjoon, then Yoongi and they both shook their heads incomprehensibly.
"What the hell ..." Namjoon looked at Seokjin almost pleadingly. He approached them quickly and his fist slammed into Jungkook's chin. He realized his mistake when Jungcook looked at him blindly, released the dead body, and with a furious shrug, freed himself from the three men holding him. Jimin and Yoongi flew back and fell heavily, while the larger Namjoon managed to get to his feet. "Jungkook, calm down!" Seokjin backed away, raising his arms in front of him like a shield. "What the hell is wrong with him?" Jimin got up and stood between Seokjin and Jungkook. "Jungkook!" Jimin bent down and dodged the blow, his own fist slamming into Jungkook's stomach.
Jungkook didn't even flinch. Jimin blinked, feeling the pain in his arm, Jungkook's body so tense and tight that it was like hitting a wall.
Namjoon and Yoongi grabbed him from behind again, Yoongi managed to bend one of his arms, forcing him to fall to his knees. "Jeon Jungkook, realize what you're doing, damn it!" he shouted, but Jungkook just turned and smirked. "Do you want her too?" his voice was low and cold as a hardened blade. "What?" Yoongi looked at him confused, and Jungkook growled, twisted his body, and managed to free his hand. But this time Namjoon was faster, landing on Jungkook with all his weight. Jungkook lost his balance, flew back, and his ears slammed as the handle of Seokjin's weapon landed behind his neck. He slumped to his knees, then fell to his eyes, unconscious.
"Will someone explain to me what just happened?" Seokjin looked at the three of them, who were staring sullenly at the lifeless Jungkook.
"I have no idea, everything was fine, then he started freaking out, shouting she was just his." murmured Yoongi. "To freak out? Jungkook?" Seokjin blinked in disbelief and looked at the man at his feet. Seokjin, narrowed his eyes. "Pick him up and take him home, I'll take care of this mess!" he ordered, and the three of them picked up Jungkook, carrying him to their car.

"Will you tell me what's going on or guessing on my own?" Seokjin asked sharply, and Jungkook snorted, avoiding his gaze. "Nothing, I just lost control," he said, gritting his teeth. "Because of your so-called Nothing, you killed an important informant and almost killed Jimin and me?" exclaimed Seokjin and Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Jungkook, I've known you since you were born, you don't lose control just like that!" Seokjin bent down and placed a hand on his knee. "If something's bothering you, you know you can always talk to me, right?" Jungkook looked at him.
Seokjin was right, of course, as always, but Jungkook wouldn't admit it, as always. Their friendship dates back 25 years, as did his friendship with others. It was like a tradition left by his great-grandfather. Generations in the Jeon home grew up together, so each succeeding head of the Jeon family always had six trusted people he could count on. "The Six Generals" That's what his grandfather called them. This also applied to Jungkook and his friends, with the difference that he was the youngest. Jungkook was the third generation mafia heir and second in the Jeon Groups. And as such, he couldn't afford to lose control, it was too dangerous for both position. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I'm just tired, that's it" Jungkook assured him, and Seokjin laughed. "Don't lie to me, boy! If you don't want to tell me, fine, as long as it doesn't happen again, we'll leave it at that." Seokjin stood up and narrowed his eyes at his friend. Jungkook answered his gaze blankly. Of course he didn't want to talk, otherwise he had to admit that he was losing control because of a woman! Woman, damn it! The little Miss Assistant had begun to rummage in his brain and it irritated him immensely. Jungkook himself didn't understand why she was so annoying to him, but it was a fact that he hated her just as much as he wanted her. And he wanted her, painfully and uncontrollably. He wanted to possess her body and spirit, to possess her, as she had possessed him. And how she wanted to bend the neck of that bastard her fiancé. That brat who had claimed his rights by tearing her away from his arms!
But Jungkook would have her and wouldn't let anyone else own her, he'd rather kill her!
"Damn it, Miss Assistant, how long do you think you can run!" he growled and rested his head, closing his eyes.