JJK: ᏟᎻᎪՏᎷᏆᏟ ᎷᎪҒᏆᎪ ՏᏢᏆᎬՏ ✔

7: Intriguing Mafias

Author’s POV:

“Kris Hyung you are grate”

Jungkook smirked walking straight to Kris as you endure there gawking at them in utter bewilderment and hysteria. Kris fastened his hands with Jungkook and whispered something his face held no emotion.

“What-wh-what is ha-happening?” you stammered, but before you can go any further than this a thick cloth hooked tightly on your mouth blocking your consumption of oxygen and your body tended to slumber.

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“Why? Why, Y/n” Kris questioned Jungkook slamming his wine glass on the bar table.

“Why are you so desperate?... So concerned?” Jungkook implored Kris knowing his temperament and solicitudes he knows that Kris is not-so-pleased about this entire plot, Kris never disputes Jungkook’s orders but this time he did the question and is also fostering his words against him, it seems he really…

“I like her…she isn’t into these chasms…she can’t be. She is too innocent, too lively, and too sweet. This isn’t her world, Mafia-gangsters...murder, killing? We can’t ruin her; I will never let anything happen to her. She is now my responsibility” Kris gushed the words, and flung the alcohol flask against the wall shattering it into thousands of pieces. Jungkook frowned at him.
He knows Kris since childhood Kris's father was the accountant of Bulletproof since the very beginning but this aspect of Kris is entirely different. But he didn’t think too far and shrugged it reasoning the effect of alcohol.

“She is here because she made my son happy. She will just babysit him and I assure you nothing will happen to her unless she wants it to” Jungkook asserted coldly catching his last shot of whisky he exited.

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You groaned from the sharp burning agony, your head is pulsating unconsciously you tugged your hand up to your head where a slight sting is befalling-

“Have a dreadful day” you snapped your eyes open and forced yourself up supporting by your arms that was when your eyes met the dark brown cold eyes. And all the horrifying images and memories from the last night played into your cognizance.

“Y-…you?” you strutted, and Jungkook smirked diverging further down to you he caged you amidst his hard-muscular forelimbs you looked down to his big hands which are resting on your waist.

“Afraid?” he mocked and you swilled. His breath is fanning your neck and he is just some inches away from you his close proximity is sending chills all across your body.

“Who…are you?” you whispered and tried to push him but he stood there staring at your little figure, he tried holding your hands but you jerked away from him squinting backward his smirk widened and he stroked his index figure up to your cheek.

“Jeon Jungkook the ‘Golden-…” he didn’t get his sentence full when you fled your right hand up directly to his jaw he cursed loudly and staggered his balance that’s when you entangled your other leg with his and he berthed straight on the bed but before he could squeeze you beneath him you squired around the bed and stood now smirking at him.

“Sorry to discourage you but I’m not afraid of you…or anyone,” you said in a cheery sing-song voice as he just stares at you nothing like these happened with him…he was shocked and more like impressed by you but he didn’t appreciate showing and wiping it on your face as he glared at you making you swallow but before you could hurry up away from him he grasped your anklet by his right long-hard-muscular hand and twisted you both on the bed, which made him the in-charge now and you just an innocent bee laid silently beneath him.