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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
Y/N-20
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.
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
Y/N-20
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.
