-: ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ,
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ,
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ,
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍʏᴄʜ
ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ.

Jungkook's Perspective [ PoV ]

I wake up and head to the bathroom to go through my morning routine. I'm not entirely sure why I let her stay in my house. Now I have to see her ugly face every morning and before bed at night.

I come downstairs and see my mom sitting on the couch with y/n. When did Mom arrive...? I thought she went to Korea after getting married and told me to stay here until her exams were over.

"Mom!" I exclaim, hugging her tightly with a smile. She hugs me back and gives my cheeks a peck. "I missed you, Mom!" I break the hug.

"Me too, son. How is your life going?" she asks. "Very good, Mom!" I reply with a smile. I'm amazed that y/n hasn't told Mom anything.

"Oh no... button!" I mutter dramatically. The button on my shirt is broken. "Go and change your shirt," Mom suggests.

"I only have one white shirt, and it's the dress code," I murmur. "Then tell your wife to stretch it," she suggests again.

"y/n, your husband's shirt button is broken. Can you stretch it?" Y/n stands up and starts looking for thread and a needle. She finds them.

"Button!" She extends her hand for the button, and I give it to her. As she's stretching it, I can't help but look at her. Jungkook, you're being late.

"Is it done?" I ask. "Not yet," she replies.

Her tone sounds rude. I step back from her. "I'll buy a new one. We don't need it," I say and start walking away when Mom looks at me.

"It's done," y/n says. She cuts the thread with her teeth and looks at me before moving away. "Where are you going, Jungkook?" Mom asks.

"I have a meeting at the resort," I reply, fixing my collar. "Take y/n with you and have dinner outside," Mom suggests. I nod.

"Mom, I have an exam tomorrow, so I can't go," y/n says to Mom. "Dear, I know you'll do great. Go and spend time with your husband. Wear white, okay?" Mom pats her head.

"Okay, Mom. I'll go and get ready," y/n says, heading towards that so-called room. I follow her and grab her wrist when Mom goes to her room.

"Let's go to my room," I say, opening the door and taking her luggage upstairs to my room. She silently follows me.

"Change your dress and come downstairs quickly. And listen, until Mom is here, don't dare go into that so-called store room," I tell her. She nods.

She's so obedient. "I'm sending white. Wear that," I say as I exit the room and make my way downstairs to the couch. I send a maid to bring a white dress for y/n. It's all so luxurious. As long as Mom is here, I have to be nice to her.

Ah...I'm really getting irritated. I hear footsteps coming downstairs. I turn and the word "pretty" escapes from my lips in a whisper.

"How do I look, Kookie?" she asks. Wait... Kookie? I'm the dangerous mafia Jjeon Jungkook... not Kookie...

"I'm Jeon Jungkook... understand? Call me that, not Kookie," I angrily exclaim.

"Hehe... but in my country, we don't take our husband's name, so I'll call you Kookie," she whispers, smiling cutely.

"So... as the wife of a Korean, call me by my name," I say, getting irritated by her behavior. "Kookie, you didn't tell me how I look?" she continues to ask.

"Beautiful," I mutter angrily. "My foot," I whisper it to myself. I want her to hear this. And I know she heard it.

"Oh, my foot is beautiful too," she says, giggling. Fucking gold digger. I grab her by the waist. She's wearing a white frock. Her legs are visible, and she's wearing heels. How many times do I have to see this ugly face?

"Hey, enjoy yourselves," Mom says, waving goodbye. I hug her and give her a kiss on the forehead. "Bye, Mom. Take care," she whispers to Mom before walking behind me.

"Kookie, where are we going?" she chuckles cutely. Ah... her cuteness is not a joke. It can really melt anyone. I don't even know how many boys she has slept with just for money.

"To hell... the BDSM CLUB. Wanna know what happens there?" She nods at my sentence, acting like she's my innocent wife. "Oh, there... everyone eats girls like you, tortures them, beats them, has fun. They dance without clothes and have to endure so much torture," I whisper, trying to scare her, and she stops walking.

"I'm not coming," she steps back, but I hold her by her waist. "You can't escape from me that easily," I say. I see Mom looking out from the gate. She can't hear us, but she can see us.

"Go and sit in the car," I let her go. "What if they eat me, huh? I'm scared," she mutters, placing both hands on my shoulders.

"If you don't sit in the car, I'll offer you to them. Understand? I'm also a devil," I whisper, and she just sits in the car giggling. Why isn't she scared of me even a little? I sit in the driver's seat.

"Kookie," she calls me carefully. I grab her chin and say, "What the fuck, y/n? I'm Jungkook, not Kookie or Kokie. Understand?"

"You're Kokie and Kookie," she giggles again. I'm feeling irritated. I don't reply to any of her talk. I just ignore her. If I talk to her, I'll get irritated or I don't know what I'll do.

We arrive at the restaurant. It's a bar and hotel as well. People bring their lovers there. Ah... shit... why did I come here with y/n? She'll definitely cry.

"Come," I say as she opens the door and walks towards me. I grab her wrist. If anything happens to her, it'll be my fault. My Mom will never forgive me. I take y/n inside with me. Leaving her in the car is also dangerous.

"Y/n, follow me," I say softly. I start to walk when I spot my old partner. He's still a dealer with my company. "Hi, Mr. Jeon. What are you doing here? And she... she's your new slut?" he says, pointing at y/n. She looks at me with teary eyes, and I nod.

"Where is the meeting?" I ask. He points to a table. I tell y/n to stay there. Some ladies approach and surround me. They're all naked, wearing collars around their necks. The room smells like sex. It's not new to me, hearing girls whimper and moan. I don't understand how girls can do all this for money and pleasure. I hate it. Y/n just sits there on a chair.

"Stay away!" I pushed all of them aside and made my way to the table. They were all naked. I sat down and everyone greeted me by standing up. The first question they asked was about the girl in the white frock.

"Mr. Jeon... Who is that girl in the white frock?" They pointed at y/n and added, "We saw her with you...! Is she your new partner...? Can we also join in after you...?" I stayed silent.

"Look at her long, sexy legs. I want to see her without her clothes! Her sexy body will look amazing without clothes!" I clenched my jaw and my fingers formed a tight fist. I pushed the chair back and stood up.

"So... what if I send all of you to hell?" I said to them, causing them to gulp. They knew I had the power to do that in an instant. I pulled out my gun, and that's when y/n ran to me and hugged me from behind.

"Kookie... let's get out of here... I'm feeling so scared...! Please, let's go." I felt something wet on my shoulders. She was crying. I didn't know how I felt.

I didn't even consider pushing her away. I turned around and hugged her tightly as she sobbed on my chest. I could feel her emotions and pain. I rubbed her hair and broke the hug. She's a gold digger, Jungkook... a gold digger... she's just trying to melt your heart.

"Go back to the table!" I told her, and she obeyed. I know I look terrifying when I'm angry. "As for all of you... you'll die soon!" I said and turned away. I walked towards y/n as she stood up. I pulled her towards me by her waist. The other girls weren't as interesting to me because I've been with every girl in the world.

"I want to taste your lips again!" I pressed my lips against hers as she stared at me with wide eyes, making it clear that she is mine. I pulled her closer to me. It seemed like everyone in the bar was jealous because I had a beautiful girl with me. I kissed her lips, but she didn't kiss me back. I let go of her lips.

"Let's go for dinner!" I whispered. She simply nodded and followed me. "Kookie... I'm feeling scared!" she said and tugged on my sleeve, hiding behind me as she saw boys and men walking around.

"Can't you be quiet?" I scolded her. She lowered her head. She sat in the car, and I drove to a really big 5-star restaurant. The hotel was very luxurious, but it still didn't match my status. We had a VIP section. I called the waiter.

"Yes, sir!" he came and asked.

"Bring us a bottle of wine, and for you, y/n...!" I asked her, and she ordered what she wanted to eat. The names of the dishes were so strange.

"Stop drinking wine. You'll get sick," she said, showing me her cute puffy eyes. "Stop all this!" I said when the waiter came with our order.

"What is this?" I asked. "It's better than your wine!" she replied, taking a bite from her plate. I ignored her and continued drinking wine. I got a call from my mom.

"Hey, mom!"

"Son... I'm going to Korea... You and y/n should come soon, okay?"

"Today?"

"Yes, I'm at the airport... Yun dropped me off!"

"That rascal didn't tell me!"

"I told him not to!"

"Okay, mom... Take care of yourself, okay?"

"Okay... I'm hanging up... Bye!"

My mom hung up the call. I noticed that y/n was done eating as well.

A/n's Perspective [ PoV ]

Hehe... Sorry... I just wanted to ask all of you, how did you like the quotes at the start of the chapter?

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