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Jungkook is known as a Powerful, Dangerous, handsome mafia boss. Everyone in Seoul knows him and is afraid of him. They won’t even dare look at him, not even for a second.
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Y/N is just an innocent, beautiful, pure young girl. She is always kind and respectful to others, and she knows nothing about the mafia.
Chapter 1
Y/N POV
Y/N went to a crowded shop to buy fruits. After buying fruits, she was just walking, and there were a lot of people around.
Jungkook POV
He was in the crowd too, just exploring around.
Suddenly, their worlds collided as they bumped into each other. Y/N stumbled, her balance gone, but Jungkook’s strong hand shot out, gripping her waist with surprising force. Her eyes squeezed shut, bracing for impact—yet all she felt was his touch, firm and electrifying. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on her, dark and unreadable, as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, the busy street faded away, leaving only the heat between them. Their eyes met: his smirk was dangerous, hers wide with shock. The tension crackled, turning the ordinary encounter into something charged with forbidden allure. Y/N took a breath, smoothing her clothes as she offered a polite bow. “Sorry,” she murmured, her voice slightly breathless. “I should have watched where I was going.” Jungkook didn’t step back. Instead, he tilted his head, a slow, devastating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s ok,” he replied, his voice dropping into a low, honeyed gravel that vibrated in Y/N’s chest. “But maybe I should have been watching where I was going, too.” When Y/N finally looked up, the apology died on her lips. Up close, he was dangerous—exactly her type, from the sharp intensity of his gaze to the way his leather jacket hugged his shoulders. The air between them suddenly felt heavy, charged with a sudden, electric heat. Jungkook didn’t look away. His eyes flicked down to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her stare again, his pupils blown wide. He took a half-step closer, invading her personal space until she could smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and something warm, like sandalwood. "Actually," he whispered, leaning down so his breath brushed against her ear, "I think I'm glad I ran into you." Y/N looked confused, then Jungkook, with a smirk on his face Y/N said:” Why?” Then Jungkook said, “Because you’re not like the others. You didn’t run away, even though most people do.” Y/N blinked, surprised by his words. Her heart hammered in her chest, both from fear and something else she couldn’t quite name. She tried to steady her voice. “I just… didn’t want to be rude.” Jungkook chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Most people would call it self-preservation.” Y/N found herself standing her ground, even as Jungkook’s presence loomed over her. “I’m not most people,” she said softly, meeting his gaze. For a split second, Jungkook’s expression flickered—something unreadable passing through his eyes. Then the dangerous confidence returned. “No, you’re not. And that’s exactly why you caught my attention.” He let his hand linger a moment longer before finally releasing her waist. Y/N’s skin tingled where he had touched her. Before she could move away, Jungkook leaned in once more, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ll be seeing you again, Y/N.” With that, he turned and melted back into the crowd, leaving Y/N standing breathless and shaken, clutching her bag of fruit. She watched his retreating figure, wondering if she should feel excited or terrified—or both.
 

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Jungkook is known as a Powerful, Dangerous, handsome mafia boss. Everyone in Seoul knows him and is afraid of him. They won’t even dare look at him, not even for a second.
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Y/N-20

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Y/M is just an innocent, beautiful, pure young girl. She is always kind and respectful to others, and she knows nothing about the mafia.
Chapter 1
Y/N POV
Y/N went to a crowded shop to buy fruits. After buying fruits, she was just walking, and there were a lot of people around.
Jungkook POV
He was in the crowd too, just exploring around.
Suddenly, their worlds collided as they bumped into each other. Y/N stumbled, her balance gone, but Jungkook’s strong hand shot out, gripping her waist with surprising force. Her eyes squeezed shut, bracing for impact—yet all she felt was his touch, firm and electrifying. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on her, dark and unreadable, as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, the busy street faded away, leaving only the heat between them. Their eyes met: his smirk was dangerous, hers wide with shock. The tension crackled, turning the ordinary encounter into something charged with forbidden allure. Y/N took a breath, smoothing her clothes as she offered a polite bow. “Sorry,” she murmured, her voice slightly breathless. “I should have watched where I was going.” Jungkook didn’t step back. Instead, he tilted his head, a slow, devastating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s ok,” he replied, his voice dropping into a low, honeyed gravel that vibrated in Y/N’s chest. “But maybe I should have been watching where I was going, too.” When Y/N finally looked up, the apology died on her lips. Up close, he was dangerous—exactly her type, from the sharp intensity of his gaze to the way his leather jacket hugged his shoulders. The air between them suddenly felt heavy, charged with a sudden, electric heat. Jungkook didn’t look away. His eyes flicked down to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her stare again, his pupils blown wide. He took a half-step closer, invading her personal space until she could smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and something warm, like sandalwood. "Actually," he whispered, leaning down so his breath brushed against her ear, "I think I'm glad I ran into you." Y/N looked confused, then Jungkook, with a smirk on his face Y/N said:” Why?” Then Jungkook said, “Because you’re not like the others. You didn’t run away, even though most people do.” Y/N blinked, surprised by his words. Her heart hammered in her chest, both from fear and something else she couldn’t quite name. She tried to steady her voice. “I just… didn’t want to be rude.” Jungkook chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Most people would call it self-preservation.” Y/N found herself standing her ground, even as Jungkook’s presence loomed over her. “I’m not most people,” she said softly, meeting his gaze. For a split second, Jungkook’s expression flickered—something unreadable passing through his eyes. Then the dangerous confidence returned. “No, you’re not. And that’s exactly why you caught my attention.” He let his hand linger a moment longer before finally releasing her waist. Y/N’s skin tingled where he had touched her. Before she could move away, Jungkook leaned in once more, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ll be seeing you again, Y/N.” With that, he turned and melted back into the crowd, leaving Y/N standing breathless and shaken, clutching her bag of fruit. She watched his retreating figure, wondering if she should feel excited or terrified—or both.
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Jungkook is known as a Powerful, Dangerous, handsome mafia boss. Everyone in Seoul knows him and is afraid of him. They won’t even dare look at him, not even for a second.
Age:
Jungkook-25

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Y/N-20

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Y/N is just an innocent, beautiful, pure young girl. She is always kind and respectful to others, and she knows nothing about the mafia.
Chapter 1
Y/N POV
Y/N went to a crowded shop to buy fruits. After buying fruits, she was just walking, and there were a lot of people around.
Jungkook POV
He was in the crowd too, just exploring around.
Suddenly, their worlds collided as they bumped into each other. Y/N stumbled, her balance gone, but Jungkook’s strong hand shot out, gripping her waist with surprising force. Her eyes squeezed shut, bracing for impact—yet all she felt was his touch, firm and electrifying. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on her, dark and unreadable, as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, the busy street faded away, leaving only the heat between them. Their eyes met: his smirk was dangerous, hers wide with shock. The tension crackled, turning the ordinary encounter into something charged with forbidden allure. Y/N took a breath, smoothing her clothes as she offered a polite bow. “Sorry,” she murmured, her voice slightly breathless. “I should have watched where I was going.” Jungkook didn’t step back. Instead, he tilted his head, a slow, devastating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s ok,” he replied, his voice dropping into a low, honeyed gravel that vibrated in Y/N’s chest. “But maybe I should have been watching where I was going, too.” When Y/N finally looked up, the apology died on her lips. Up close, he was dangerous—exactly her type, from the sharp intensity of his gaze to the way his leather jacket hugged his shoulders. The air between them suddenly felt heavy, charged with a sudden, electric heat. Jungkook didn’t look away. His eyes flicked down to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her stare again, his pupils blown wide. He took a half-step closer, invading her personal space until she could smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and something warm, like sandalwood. "Actually," he whispered, leaning down so his breath brushed against her ear, "I think I'm glad I ran into you." Y/N looked confused, then Jungkook, with a smirk on his face Y/N said:” Why?” Then Jungkook said, “Because you’re not like the others. You didn’t run away, even though most people do.” Y/N blinked, surprised by his words. Her heart hammered in her chest, both from fear and something else she couldn’t quite name. She tried to steady her voice. “I just… didn’t want to be rude.” Jungkook chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Most people would call it self-preservation.” Y/N found herself standing her ground, even as Jungkook’s presence loomed over her. “I’m not most people,” she said softly, meeting his gaze. For a split second, Jungkook’s expression flickered—something unreadable passing through his eyes. Then the dangerous confidence returned. “No, you’re not. And that’s exactly why you caught my attention.” He let his hand linger a moment longer before finally releasing her waist. Y/N’s skin tingled where he had touched her. Before she could move away, Jungkook leaned in once more, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ll be seeing you again, Y/N.” With that, he turned and melted back into the crowd, leaving Y/N standing breathless and shaken, clutching her bag of fruit. She watched his retreating figure, wondering if she should feel excited or terrified—or both.
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Jungkook is known as a Powerful, Dangerous, handsome mafia boss. Everyone in Seoul knows him and is afraid of him. They won’t even dare look at him, not even for a second.
Age:
Jungkook-25

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Y/N-20

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Y/N is just an innocent, beautiful, pure young girl. She is always kind and respectful to others, and she knows nothing about the mafia.
Chapter 1
Y/N POV
Y/N went to a crowded shop to buy fruits. After buying fruits, she was just walking, and there were a lot of people around.
Jungkook POV
He was in the crowd too, just exploring around.
Suddenly, their worlds collided as they bumped into each other. Y/N stumbled, her balance gone, but Jungkook’s strong hand shot out, gripping her waist with surprising force. Her eyes squeezed shut, bracing for impact—yet all she felt was his touch, firm and electrifying. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on her, dark and unreadable, as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, the busy street faded away, leaving only the heat between them. Their eyes met: his smirk was dangerous, hers wide with shock. The tension crackled, turning the ordinary encounter into something charged with forbidden allure. Y/N took a breath, smoothing her clothes as she offered a polite bow. “Sorry,” she murmured, her voice slightly breathless. “I should have watched where I was going.” Jungkook didn’t step back. Instead, he tilted his head, a slow, devastating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s ok,” he replied, his voice dropping into a low, honeyed gravel that vibrated in Y/N’s chest. “But maybe I should have been watching where I was going, too.” When Y/N finally looked up, the apology died on her lips. Up close, he was dangerous—exactly her type, from the sharp intensity of his gaze to the way his leather jacket hugged his shoulders. The air between them suddenly felt heavy, charged with a sudden, electric heat. Jungkook didn’t look away. His eyes flicked down to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her stare again, his pupils blown wide. He took a half-step closer, invading her personal space until she could smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and something warm, like sandalwood. "Actually," he whispered, leaning down so his breath brushed against her ear, "I think I'm glad I ran into you." Y/N looked confused, then Jungkook, with a smirk on his face Y/N said:” Why?” Then Jungkook said, “Because you’re not like the others. You didn’t run away, even though most people do.” Y/N blinked, surprised by his words. Her heart hammered in her chest, both from fear and something else she couldn’t quite name. She tried to steady her voice. “I just… didn’t want to be rude.” Jungkook chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Most people would call it self-preservation.” Y/N found herself standing her ground, even as Jungkook’s presence loomed over her. “I’m not most people,” she said softly, meeting his gaze. For a split second, Jungkook’s expression flickered—something unreadable passing through his eyes. Then the dangerous confidence returned. “No, you’re not. And that’s exactly why you caught my attention.” He let his hand linger a moment longer before finally releasing her waist. Y/N’s skin tingled where he had touched her. Before she could move away, Jungkook leaned in once more, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ll be seeing you again, Y/N.” With that, he turned and melted back into the crowd, leaving Y/N standing breathless and shaken, clutching her bag of fruit. She watched his retreating figure, wondering if she should feel excited or terrified—or both.
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Listen to
Babydoll-By Ari abdul
Beast- mia martina
renegade- aaryan shah
6 de la manana~by Kenny Die and Sebas
SO
Jungkook is known as a Powerful, Dangerous, handsome mafia boss. Everyone in Seoul knows him and is afraid of him. They won’t even dare look at him, not even for a second.
Age:
Jungkook-25

View attachment 170298
Y/N-20

View attachment 170299
Y/N is just an innocent, beautiful, pure young girl. She is always kind and respectful to others, and she knows nothing about the mafia.
Chapter 1
Y/N POV
Y/N went to a crowded shop to buy fruits. After buying fruits, she was just walking, and there were a lot of people around.
Jungkook POV
He was in the crowd too, just exploring around.
Suddenly, their worlds collided as they bumped into each other. Y/N stumbled, her balance gone, but Jungkook’s strong hand shot out, gripping her waist with surprising force. Her eyes squeezed shut, bracing for impact—yet all she felt was his touch, firm and electrifying. Jungkook’s gaze lingered on her, dark and unreadable, as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, the busy street faded away, leaving only the heat between them. Their eyes met: his smirk was dangerous, hers wide with shock. The tension crackled, turning the ordinary encounter into something charged with forbidden allure. Y/N took a breath, smoothing her clothes as she offered a polite bow. “Sorry,” she murmured, her voice slightly breathless. “I should have watched where I was going.” Jungkook didn’t step back. Instead, he tilted his head, a slow, devastating smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s ok,” he replied, his voice dropping into a low, honeyed gravel that vibrated in Y/N’s chest. “But maybe I should have been watching where I was going, too.” When Y/N finally looked up, the apology died on her lips. Up close, he was dangerous—exactly her type, from the sharp intensity of his gaze to the way his leather jacket hugged his shoulders. The air between them suddenly felt heavy, charged with a sudden, electric heat. Jungkook didn’t look away. His eyes flicked down to her lips for a fraction of a second before meeting her stare again, his pupils blown wide. He took a half-step closer, invading her personal space until she could smell the intoxicating mix of his cologne and something warm, like sandalwood. "Actually," he whispered, leaning down so his breath brushed against her ear, "I think I'm glad I ran into you." Y/N looked confused, then Jungkook, with a smirk on his face Y/N said:” Why?” Then Jungkook said, “Because you’re not like the others. You didn’t run away, even though most people do.” Y/N blinked, surprised by his words. Her heart hammered in her chest, both from fear and something else she couldn’t quite name. She tried to steady her voice. “I just… didn’t want to be rude.” Jungkook chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. “Most people would call it self-preservation.” Y/N found herself standing her ground, even as Jungkook’s presence loomed over her. “I’m not most people,” she said softly, meeting his gaze. For a split second, Jungkook’s expression flickered—something unreadable passing through his eyes. Then the dangerous confidence returned. “No, you’re not. And that’s exactly why you caught my attention.” He let his hand linger a moment longer before finally releasing her waist. Y/N’s skin tingled where he had touched her. Before she could move away, Jungkook leaned in once more, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ll be seeing you again, Y/N.” With that, he turned and melted back into the crowd, leaving Y/N standing breathless and shaken, clutching her bag of fruit. She watched his retreating figure, wondering if she should feel excited or terrified—or both.
The scent of overripe peaches in her bag was suddenly overwhelming, a stark contrast to the lingering, cold scent of mint and expensive cologne Jungkook had left behind. Y/N forced her feet to move, stumbling out of the crowded market stall and into the cooler evening air, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
I’ll be seeing you again.
The whisper echoed in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine that was entirely too pleasurable to be fear alone.


Three days passed. Three days of jumping at every shadow, of catching her reflection in shop windows and checking behind her, of the humiliating realization that she was looking for him.
It was raining on the fourth night, a relentless, heavy downpour that slicked the city streets and kept most people indoors. Y/N was working late at the small archive library she managed, the silence broken only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the high windows.
She was on a rolling ladder, shelving old records in the dimly lit history section, when a sound made her freeze—the soft, deliberate click of the front door locking.
"We're closed," she called out, her voice sounding smaller than she intended.
Silence. Then, slow, measured footsteps echoed through the stacks.
"I know," a voice drawled from the shadows, dark and unmistakable.
Jungkook stepped into the faint light of the aisle. He was soaked, his black trench coat clinging to his broad shoulders, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. But it was his eyes—intense, predatory, and locked onto her—that made her breath hitch. He looked even more dangerous than in the market.
"How did you—"
"Get in?" He took a step closer, forcing her to look down at him from the ladder. "I always get what I want, Y/N."
He stopped at the base of the ladder, looking up at her with a lazy, arrogant smile that didn't reach his intense eyes. He reached out, his hand wrapping around the metal frame, his knuckles brushing against her ankle. The contact was electric, a jolt of heat through her jeans.
"You're shaking," he noted, his voice dropping to that same conspiratorial whisper, vibrating through her.
"It's... cold," she lied, her voice trembling.
Jungkook chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Is it?"
Before she could react, he placed his other hand on the ladder, trapping her between his arms, his body creating a heat barrier in the cold aisle. He leaned in, his face inches from hers. She could smell the rain and the intoxicating scent of him.
"You've been thinking about it," he stated, not asking. His gaze dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes. "Wondering if you should be excited... or terrified."
Y/N felt her knees go weak, the ladder feeling suddenly unstable. "Which one should I be?" she whispered, unable to look away.
Jungkook’s gaze didn't waver, the intensity in his eyes deepening. He shifted his weight, his presence filling the narrow space between the shelves, making the quiet library feel suddenly very small.
"The best things in life usually involve a bit of both," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to pulse through the air.
He didn't move to pull her down or climb up; instead, he simply waited, his hand still resting firmly on the ladder, his knuckles grazing the hem of her jeans. The silence of the archive stretched between them, thick with a tension that was almost tangible.
Y/N felt a flush creep up her neck, her heart racing not just from the surprise of his appearance, but from the deliberate way he was looking at her—as if she were the only thing in the world worth his focus.
"I don't even know who you are," she managed to say, though the protest felt weak even to her own ears.
"You know enough," he replied, a challenge flickering in his dark eyes. He reached up, his fingers trailing lightly along the wood of the shelf next to her hand, never breaking eye contact. "You know you've been waiting for me to show up."
He took a half-step back, giving her just enough room to descend, but his gaze remained a tether, holding her in place. The rain continued to lash against the windows, isolating them in the dim light of the history section, leaving Y/N to decide exactly how this chapter would end.
 
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