Jangfei leaned back in the plush chair of car , her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest as she glanced at Jeongguk. She knew he could sense the turmoil inside her.

"You know mr Jeongguk," she began, her voice tinged with both frustration and amusement, "Jungkook—my CEO devil of a boss—he's been acting so... cold and distant. But then, during that trip, he made me his fake wife."

Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. And shocked is face etched with a frown of anger. As Jangfei's gulps.

"Yeah," Jangfei continued, her voice lowering slightly as she recalled the moments in that hotel room, and the functions "he kissed me three times, Mr Jeongguk. Three times. Not once, but three because of his ex ." She leaned forward, eyes locking with his. "And now, I'm wondering if it was all just a game to him or if there's something more beneath that icy exterior of his."

Jeongguk's lips curled into a smirk, but there was a hint of something darker in his eyes as he processed her words. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice low. "And what do you think, Jangfei? Did you enjoy it?"

Jangfei shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her thoughts a tangled mess. "I don't know. It felt real in the moment. But then again,  Mr Jungkook  doesn't seem the type to mix business with pleasure." She ran a hand through her hair, frustration evident on her face. "It just doesn't make sense. He's a CEO, a devil, and I'm nothing but a secretary."

Jeongguk leaned back, his gaze sharpening. "It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself of that," he said, his voice colder now. "But I can tell you one thing: that kiss wasn't just business. He's got a dark side, choco . And that's something you might not be able to resist."

Jangfei shot him a skeptical look. "Maybe. But I don't think it's that simple."

Jeongguk chuckled darkly. "It never is, is it?" he muttered, leaning in closer to her. "Just be careful, Choco. That CEO devil of yours? He's not as indifferent as he lets on."
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Jungkook's mind swirled with thoughts of how Jangfei had ignored him for two days as if he were nothing, yet he felt it deeply, to the point where he couldn't stop thinking about the way their lips lingered at the event, the way she shuddered against his body, the way she humps —gosh, it was maddening to think about her.

The disheveled dress slipping further from her shoulders was both inviting and torturous at the same time.

Lost in these dark thoughts, he was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing through his mansion.

He approached the door, bare-chested, clad only in sweatpants, fresh from his shower. When he opened the door, an elegant and radiant figure stepped in, the click of her heels echoing in the quiet. He instantly recognized the seductive sound and leaned against the wall with his hand resting on it, a sly, amused smile playing on his lips. A rush of warmth hit him as the air shifted, and he inhaled deeply—the scent of her perfume filling his senses. He knew exactly who dared to show up at his mansion—Jiwon.

Her curves were wrapped in a sleek black work dress, her lips dark red, matte, and plump. He absorbed the beauty she radiated as his deep voice broke the silence. "The attorney of attorneys, here at this hour? What's the occasion, Ms. Park?" he asked, his voice dripping with flirtation.

She lowered her head with a smirk, her eyes scanning the man standing before her—a vision of raw masculinity. Her fingers itched to trace the contours of his sculpted chest.

"Yeah, for the work left unfinished while you were away, Mr. CEO," she replied, tilting her head as she stepped closer. Her fingers rose to trace teasing patterns on his firm chest.

"Work, you say? And what kind of work would that be, Ms. Park?" he asked, stepping away from the wall. He pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist, slamming her against the wall with their faces mere inches apart, dangerously close.

Her hands reached up to his shoulders, encircling them, her smooth curves pressing tightly against him, making it nearly impossible for air to pass between them.

"Uh-huh. I had work, you know? The signing you need to do because that damn Lee wants your permission first," Jeonggukk muttered, his finger pressing against her chin with a force that made her breath hitch. He held her there for a moment, his gaze steady, almost too intense, before exhaling sharply, his lips curling into that maddeningly amused smile.

"Damn, does this Lee always trouble you, Jiwon?" he asked, his voice a low growl, but there was something more there, a playful edge to it. Before she could respond, he leaned forward, kissing the tip of her finger—the one he had just gently tugged under his control. The action sent a shiver of arousal down her spine, as his lips brushed over her skin, igniting a wave of butterflies inside her chest.

Jiwon could hardly believe the storm of attraction that swirled inside her—this maddening, impossible pull she felt toward him. It was undeniable. A crazy kind of attraction, one that tugged at her heart and made her feel exposed in ways she couldn't begin to explain. She shuddered as she stood there, locked in his gaze, her breath catching. The chaos of emotions that churned inside her was overwhelming. His smile was intoxicating, too wild, too dangerous, yet undeniably magnetic. It filled her chest with butterflies so violently that it almost hurt.

If he only knew what lurked in the dark corners of her past—the childhood she had, the innocent heart she once shattered. If he knew what she'd done, how she had scarred the lives of those she loved, would he still look at her with that same dangerous interest? Would he still want her close? She was certain he would hate her.

Jungkook's hand gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a small gesture that made her heart stutter. His fingers lingered, brushing softly against her skin. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his for some kind of answer, some understanding. He could never know the full extent of her turmoil, but somehow, in that moment, she felt like he could understand pain—her pain—without her having to say a word. His touch was comforting, like a silent promise that he wouldn't judge, that he wouldn't turn away.

"How do you manage to keep me close, Jungkook?" she whispered, her voice barely steady, her eyes meeting his with quiet desperation.

Jungkook didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pulled her a little closer, his arms wrapping around her waist, his lips just inches from hers. His breath mixed with hers, and she could almost feel the heat of the moment pressing in on them. His gaze dropped to her lips, and in that instant, it was clear he was on the brink of something—something dangerously close to crossing the line. He was going to kiss her, and she wanted it. God, how she wanted it. But before their lips could meet, the sound of a door slamming open shattered the moment.

"Why did you take me here?" The voice was unmistakable—loud, annoyed, and entirely familiar. Jiwon and Jungkook exchanged a quick glance, both tensing at the sound. Jungkook, ever the quick thinker, moved to the side, pulling Jiwon behind him with a swift motion.

From their hidden position in the corner, they watched as Jeonggukk stood there, the ever-dangerous mafia demon, holding Jangfei's arm as if he had every right to do so. He was shuffling through cabinets, looking for something, anything—until he finally pulled out a set of bandages.

"Why are you so stubborn, Choco?" Jeonggukk's voice was dripping with mock affection, his tone harsh but oddly affectionate, the way a predator might taunt its prey.

Jangfei scowled, her cheeks puffed out in exaggerated frustration. "Me? It was you who closed the window and nearly broke my hand! OW! Do it slowly, you demon!" Her voice rose in indignation, making her sound more like a petulant child than someone caught in the grasp of a demon mafia lord.

Jeonggukk carefully unwrapped the bandage, his movements deliberate and precise as he attended to Jangfei's hand. Despite the tenderness of his touch, the air was thick with tension, and Jangfei, as usual, wasn't making it easy for him.

"Choco, I told you to look around like not get your hand chipped like a lunatic," Jeonggukk grumbled, his voice laced with amusement despite the irritation in his tone. His eyes were focused on her hand, but his expression betrayed an undercurrent of amusement as he carefully cleaned the wound. "You're a mess, you know that?"

Jangfei, sitting on the counter with a pout, crossed her arms dramatically. "I didn't ask for your help, Mr. Jeonggukk! You could've just left me alone! I was fine!"

Her voice was a mix of indignation and mock outrage, but her eyes sparkled with the playful nature that everyone around her had come to know. It was hard to take her seriously when she looked so cute and fragile, even when throwing a tantrum.

"Fine?" Jeonggukk raised a brow, letting out a short, sarcastic laugh. "You weren't fine, Choco. You were about to faint from the damn pain. Stop acting tough." He finished cleaning the cut and reached for a fresh bandage.

Jangfei huffed, flopping her arms down dramatically. "I hate when you call me Choco! I'm not a damn candy, Mr Jeonggukk!"

She looked up at him with a pout, giving him a look that was more adorable than angry. "Why do you have to be so damn bossy all the time? You kidnapped me! I didn't even do anything I have to change cloths wash myself "

Jeonggukk glanced up at her, the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "wash yourself? You can do it here and wear my clothes its not like i never gave you mine before huh?" He let out a low chuckle. "I've been sending you messages for days, and you ignored every one of them. You should've known what would happen next."

Jangfei's eyes widened in exaggerated shock. "What? Are you threatening me with kidnapping just because I didn't reply to your stupid texts? What kind of demon mafia are you, huh?"

She shook her head, her face scrunching in feigned disappointment. "You're so dramatic, MrJeongguk. Like, you can't just let me live my life without throwing me in a dungeon somewhere for not answering?"

Jeonggukk rolled his eyes but couldn't stop the slight smile that formed on his lips. He carefully applied the bandage to her hand, his fingers brushing against her skin more than necessary. "You're lucky I'm not tossing you into one of those 'dungeons' of mine. I could've easily made you regret that, but I'm feeling generous today."

"Generous?" Jangfei scoffed, her eyes narrowing. "You're lucky I'm not calling the police on you right now. This is kidnapping, you know? You're literally breaking the law."

Jeonggukk's eyes flicked to hers, the playful gleam in them never faltering. "You wouldn't dare, Choco. You enjoy being close to me way too much."

Jangfei's lips parted in mock shock, her hand placed over her chest. "Oh, I do not!" she protested loudly, although the faint blush coloring her cheeks betrayed her. "You're a demon, Jeonggukk! You're a freaking mafia lord! I am not interested in your shenanigans!"

"Oh really?" Jeonggukk's voice dropped an octave, the teasing gone, replaced with a darker undertone that only added to the heavy atmosphere in the room. He finished wrapping the bandage and reached out to brush a lock of hair from her face, his touch lingering just a little too long. "You've been avoiding me for 7 days now, Choco. That means something."

Jangfei's eyes darted away from his intense gaze, her earlier bravado faltering slightly under his scrutiny. She scoffed again, though it was weaker this time. "I'... I told you about my devil ceo boss  okay? You know, with my life and stuff. Unlike some people, I don't have time to cater to the whims of a demon mafia lord."

Jeonggukk leaned in just a little closer, his lips barely a whisper from her ear. "If you don't make time for me, I'll just keep pulling you away from your devil boss  you have," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous, but laced with an amusement that made her heart race against her will.

Jangfei's breath caught in her throat, and she turned her face to the side, trying to ignore the heat building in her chest. "You're... impossible," she muttered under her breath, her cheeks burning.

Jiwon stood there, her heart pounding as she took in the scene before her. There, standing just a few feet away, was her best friend—Jangfei, the sweet, cute girl she had known for years. And now, here she was, in the arms of the very demon Jiwon had once feared, the same demon who had kissed her with burning passion.

Jiwon's chest tightened, and her breath hitched. Jangfei was here, standing so casually beside Jeonggukk, the very demon she had kissed twice, the same one who had ignited something dark and powerful in her own heart. Seeing them together, the proximity, the intimacy—it cut through her with a sharp pang.

The jealousy she had felt earlier was nothing compared to the deep, hollow ache that now formed in her chest. She looked at the two of them, and everything felt out of place. It was as though her world had shifted on its axis, and now, she wasn't sure where she stood anymore. She felt a sense of betrayal, though she had no right to.

Jungkook, beside her, felt the exact same tension. He watched with clenched fists as Jeonggukk's hand rested possessively on Jangfei's shoulder, her cheek tilted up in an almost intimate gesture as he tended to her injury. It was a moment of tenderness—one that Jungkook didn't want to witness, but couldn't tear his eyes away from.

The twisted labyrinth of emotions was starting to spiral—desire, jealousy, confusion, and madness. Jiwon could feel it, just as Jungkook did. The lust, the intensity, the need—it was like a web, intricate and tangled, that none of them could escape. And the more they tried to pull away, the deeper they fell into it.

Jeonggukk's smirk was wide as he looked down at Jangfei, sensing the shift in the room. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was enjoying every second of it. He was playing with fire, and with every move, the flames were getting hotter, closer to consuming everyone in its path.

Jiwon and Jungkook's gazes locked once more. They stood there, inches apart, the uncomfortable tension between them thick enough to cut with a knife. The jealousy was undeniable. It was like a silent battle, neither of them daring to make a move, yet both of them feeling the same heat rise within them.

The labyrinth of love had begun. The labyrinth of desire, of twisted, tangled emotions that would only grow more complex and more dangerous with each passing moment. There was no easy way out now.

Who would win this game? Who would lose in this web of passion and obsession?

No one could say. But one thing was certain—the game had just begun.

And it felt good, even as it threatened to consume them all.