The towering 7-star hotel loomed majestically above the clouds, an opulent escape from the bustling chaos of the city below. The private VVIP suite was a sanctuary, reserved for the most elite visitors, and its grandeur promised silence and seclusion. Yet, in this haven of luxury, peace was the last thing Jeon Jungkook expected.

Jangfei, wrapped tightly in his firm embrace, swayed unsteadily. His veiny hands clutched her closer as she nestled her flushed face against his chest, her proximity and warmth teasing his senses. The soft, drunken babbling from her lips continued, a not-so-harmonious tune that grated on his patience.

"Mr. Jeooooonnnnn~~~" Jangfei's voice stretched out his name, the sound slurring and echoing in his ears. Jungkook sighed, a long exhale that barely concealed his exhaustion. The car ride to the hotel had been filled with her nonsensical chatter and a surprising stream of curses that never seemed to end.

"You bad human," she mumbled, her tiny fists weakly punching his chest. The impact was nothing more than a feather's touch, but it was enough to irritate him. "You make me do a lot of work."

"Stop," Jungkook commanded, his deep voice cutting through the room's silence. The single word held power, and it worked instantly. Jangfei's pout deepened, and her amber eyes, wide and innocent, filled with hurt as if he had just reprimanded a child. A sniffle escaped her, her lips trembling as she looked up at him.

"Bad man always scold me," she hiccupped, tears welling in her eyes. "Very bad, bad, bad, bad." The repetition made her voice quiver as her emotions bubbled up again. They had just stepped into the bedroom when her disjointed fit resumed.

Jungkook's eyes flicked down to her disheveled dress, slipping off her shoulders and barely clinging to her frame. She was wasted, embarrassingly so, from just one glass of vodka. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to sigh again.

"Jangfei," he said, softer this time, as he guided her to the edge of the bed. The sight of her vulnerable state stirred an unfamiliar pang in his chest. She blinked at him, trying to focus, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"You're mad?" she whispered, her voice small and uncertain.

"I am, and you are being very persistent. I need you to behave," he pointed at her, one hand on his slim waist, the other gesturing toward her in stern command. But Jangfei only pouted, a defiant glimmer in her eyes, refusing to yield to his demand for obedience.

"Stay mad, bunny man. I don't caaaarree," she laughed off, the soft slur of her intoxicated voice filling the space between them. Her dress slipped further from her shoulders, revealing the smooth, creamy expanse of her skin—a sight that stole the breath from Jeon Jungkook. He swallowed hard, the turmoil of desire igniting within him despite his efforts to suppress it.

The flush on her cheeks deepened, her pearly eyes glazed yet sparkling in the dim light of the room. She was caught in the throes of intoxication, her vision blurred but still drawn to the powerful figure before her. Jungkook, with his chiseled features and magnetic presence, was an image she could scarcely tear her gaze from. He shrugged off his tuxedo coat, letting it fall carelessly onto the nearby couch, and her eyes followed each movement hungrily.

The thin fabric of his shirt clung to the sculpted muscles of his chest and arms, straining under the tension. The buttons seemed ready to surrender, the seams almost daring to burst as he stood there, stoic and commanding, the very picture of control.

Yeah, boss. He is your boss, Fie. Why are you drooling? her mind taunted.

Mr. Jeonggukk is more handsome, though...

Is he? No, this devil boss is.

But another thought whispered, laced with heat and confusion, That creamy, dashing, tattooed demon mafia man is handsome, too. I love his inked hands gripping mine, steadying me...

Her musings spun out of control, and she blinked, trying to focus as a wave of exhaustion crept up her spine. The day had taken everything out of her, leaving her nerves frayed and heart pounding. Jungkook's expression shifted subtly—a flicker of something she couldn't quite place. He took a step closer, the air between them charged and thick with unspoken words.

"Bunny man?" he mused, Jungkook's voice holding an amused tone. His callused hands gripped the soft, creamy jaw so delicate that it felt fragile, yet he held it firmly, like a beastly devil. He did so roughly, earning a squeal from her. Her blurry vision began to clear, and the mischief in her eyes shifted to something softer—surrender, submissive.

His touch was so dominating that her body seemed to surrender with each sensation. She gulped, watching as he drew her closer to his face. The temptation grew stronger with every breath she took, deepening the intoxication and desire to be caught under the spell of this unknown feeling.

"Listen, Jangfei," he said, pressing his fingers harder against her cheeks. Her lips puckered as he did, and she whimpered, her eyes flaring with anger as memories of the day's events surfaced. She clenched her jaw beneath his big palm.

"I know this little act of yours," he exclaimed, his eyes boring deeply into hers. "But this isn't going to save you, do you hear me? I'll make sure you regret every word you said to me tomorrow morning. Do you get that?" His firm dominance made her squirm beneath him, but she shrugged off his hold, taking him aback with her persistence.

Suddenly, she jumped on him, pushing him onto the king-size bed, straddling his torso. Her dress rode up from her knees to her shoulders and cleavage, revealing the heavenly beauty of her soft, serene form. He gulped, feeling a strain in his pants as her core rubbed against his torso. She gripped his collar with her tiny fists.

"You bad bunny man~ what will you do, huh? What will you do? Always scolding, yelling, shouting... Don't you get bored with it?" She tried, but failed, to shake him up. He was too strong to be moved as he placed his hands beneath her head, his biceps bulging with the movement, letting her do as she pleased.

"Why can't you call me 'little dearly,' huh?" she asked, and he admired the way she troubled him. He liked the stark contrast between her and Jiwon.

Jiwon, a classy, composed woman, stood like a pillar, captivating him with her confidence. He admired her strength, finding it a beacon of hope during tough times.

But this little Fie... she tested his patience with her antics. Yet, he had hurt her in ways that might take time to heal.

"You want me to call you 'dearly'? Like..." he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze darkened as he watched her soft bosom spill out from the lace of her dress. His eyes fixed on her shiny, creamy skin, so enchanting, and his hands itched to grab and mark her supple flesh.

"Like you called me that name... that name..." He ran his index finger over her temple, trying to remember what he'd called her recently. Her eyes sparkled as she recalled. "Yes, LITTLE FIE! LITTLE FIE! CALL ME THAT, YOU BAD BUNNY!" She jabbed her finger into his chest with each word, bouncing like a baby—creating a huge problem beneath his pants.

He sighed, wondering what he had gotten himself into. First, she hit his ex, then got drunk, and now she was humping him? What else was left?

Suddenly, she laid her head on his chest, her soft bosom pressing against his body as she cuddled him like a teddy bear and fell asleep like a baby.

Now this... this was left.

Her persistence had worn them both down, and they drifted to sleep in that position. The work of the day took a toll on him, and as he closed his eyes, too tired to react, his hand unknowingly traveled to her back, resting on her as he slept with little Fie on him.

WANG JANGFEI'S P.O.V

My head was throbbing, aching with a dull, insistent pain as I tried to piece together the fragments of last night. The moment my eyes fluttered open, the soft morning light streaming through the curtains, I realized I wasn't alone. Jeon Jungkook, my boss, lay beside me, his arm draped possessively around my waist, holding me in place as if he feared I'd disappear if he let go.

My breath caught in my throat as I shifted slightly, trying to break free from his hold. His grip only tightened, strong and unwavering. Before I could react further, a deep, amused voice cut through the silence.

"Morning, little Fie. Had a great night, hmm?"

Heat rushed to my face, and I squirmed in embarrassment, my mind racing to remember what had happened. His eyes, dark with a teasing glint, watched me intently as I struggled to push him away.

"Where are you going? Don't you want me to call you dearly, hmm?" His words dripped with mischief, and I froze, wide-eyed.

"What?" I managed to whisper, my voice barely steady.

"You were demanding my attention so badly last night, Fie. Now you're trying to break free? What is this?" His smirk grew as he pulled me closer, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, making my pulse stutter. I gasped, a shiver running through me as his touch roamed over the curve of my hip, possessive and commanding.

"I told you to behave, but you kept being persistent, hmm?" His hand slid to rest firmly on my backside, and an involuntary moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Mortified, I clapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide with embarrassment.

His smirk deepened, and he leaned in, his voice a low rumble. "You weren't this quiet yesterday, Fie. What happened?"

The way he said my name sent a rush of butterflies through my stomach, and my breathing grew erratic.

"I... I don't know what you're saying," I stammered, heart pounding as I mustered the courage to slip from his hold. In a swift move, I managed to duck under his arm and dart across the room, ignoring the way he chuckled behind me. My hands fumbled as I locked the bathroom door, my chest heaving as I tried to steady myself, the echo of his teasing words ringing in my ears.

What had I done?

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A sharp, anxious pang coursed through my chest as the thought clawed at me: should I die? What should I do? The guilt gnawed at me, relentless and unforgiving. My hands trembled as the knock came, shattering the suffocating silence in the room.

I gasped, my heart thundering in my chest. "Who is it?" I managed to speak, my voice small, hoping beyond hope it wasn't him.

"Miss Wang, Mr. Jeon is waiting for you in the main hall," a worker announced from the other side of the door.

A cold shiver swept over me, and I clutched the edge of the table for support. The memories of last night came flooding back—the drunken, impulsive words, the way I'd pushed every boundary with him. Shame burned my cheeks, and I wanted nothing more than to disappear.

I straightened my dress, took a shaky breath, and stepped out of the room. The hallway seemed endless, each step a battle to keep my legs from giving out. When I reached the main hall, I could feel the stares, hear the whispers. The weight of everyone's gaze pressed down on me, making my skin prickle.

Two men approached, their eyes gleaming with interest. "Miss Wang," one of them said with a grin, "we couldn't help but admire your Italian yesterday. Absolutely flawless! And if I may say, you looked stunning."

Before I could respond, a firm arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back into a solid chest. The air left my lungs as I looked up and met Jungkook's eyes—dark, intense, smoldering with barely restrained fury.

"I suggest you both step back," he said, his voice dangerously low, each word like a blade. "She's not interested in your compliments."

The men's smiles faltered, and they exchanged awkward glances before muttering quick apologies and scurrying away.

His grip on my waist tightened, drawing me even closer. I shivered under his touch, my pulse racing. Without warning, Jungkook lowered his head and captured my lips in a searing kiss—possessive and punishing. I barely had time to gasp before I was swept under the intensity, my senses overwhelmed by the scent of him, the heat of his skin.

He pulled back just as suddenly, leaving me breathless and dazed. I stared at him, eyes wide with confusion and something else I didn't dare name.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

A wicked smirk curved his lips. "Punishment," he said, his tone dark and filled with meaning. "For what you did last night."

My heart pounded wildly as the weight of his words sank in, and I knew—I was in far deeper than I'd ever imagined.