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"No, sweetheart... I won't send you away," his voice broke, a rare crack in the steely resolve he had always worn like armor. His arms wrapped around her fragile frame, trembling ever so slightly. "I'll be with you, YN. Always," he whispered as if saying her name could tether her to him.

Her body collapsed into his embrace, lifeless yet somehow anchoring him. For the first time in seven long years, the most feared gangster's unyielding façade shattered. His obsidian eyes, always cold and calculating, shimmered with unshed tears. Those tears weren't just for her; they were for the love he had buried deep, a love he had thought he could extinguish but never could.

It was the kind of magic no one could explain. How it starts, how it consumes—it doesn't matter. Once it invades your heart, it becomes inescapable. No force, no power, no will could ever sever it.

The world around them blurred into nothingness. It wasn't the fearsome gangster holding her now—it was the broken boy who had loved her all along, his soul laid bare in a moment he could neither control nor escape.

It's not Balck magic of something it's
Love ♥️

As he laid her gently on the bed, Jungkook leaned against the wall, his sharp features illuminated by the faint moonlight. His mind was a chaotic mess. How could such a fragile creation of God make him feel so weak? His chest tightened with every passing second, a feeling foreign to him. He, who never hesitated to discard the weak, was now tethered to this fragile flower.

She stirred, breaking him from his thoughts. It was just past 2:30 a.m., yet here he was, waiting for her. Why? He didn't know. Perhaps only his heart could answer that.

Her soft voice broke the silence. "Ahh... my head..." she groaned, holding her temple.

"You're awake," he said, his voice low and steady.

She flinched at the sound, her wide eyes meeting his as she realized he was standing by the window. "W-what are you doing here? Why are you still here?"

Jungkook's POV

She doesn't remember anything. Her red, puffy eyes tell a story of tears. Why does she cry? There must be a solid reason, and I'll find it before she collapses into trauma again.

"You didn't eat anything all day. Why?" he asked.

"I... I don't have an appetite, sir."

"Jungkook," he corrected, his voice firm but calm.

"Huh?"

"My name is Jeon Jungkook. Not 'sir.'"

"...Okay..." she trailed off, unsure how to respond.

"Who's your family? Is the child's father and mother your family?" he asked, his gaze piercing.

"I don't have a family, sir—I mean, Jungkook," she stammered, correcting herself nervously. "I'm an orphan. She was my friend, and he's her husband. They're my only family. Please don't hurt them. I-I'll work hard and repay the debt..." Her voice trembled as she tried to assure him.

"Fine. I want my money within a month. If you fail, you'll do whatever I say," he stated, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Sure, Jungkook. Thank you! I'll surely repay it," she said, her voice filled with relief.

"You may leave tomorrow morning."

"Really? Thank you so—" Her gratitude was cut short by a loud thud as Jungkook walked away, slamming the door behind him.

His POV

As I left, her words barely registered. She's leaving tomorrow? (Scoff) How can she just walk away like that? Whatever. I only lusted after her. Once I quench it, it's over. If she doesn't pay back, I'll deal with her.

But why does it feel like something important is slipping away from me? Focus, Jungkook. There's nothing there.

I found myself in the club, trying to drown out the noise in my head. The strippers paraded around, flaunting themselves in their tiny outfits, drenched in water to make them glisten under the lights. It was laughable. They tried so hard, but all I could think of was her.

Just her smile is enough to drive me wild. What the hell am I thinking?

Author's POV

Meanwhile, back in the room, Y/N was awake again, the loud thud jolting her from her slumber. She extended her hand, feeling the warmth of the spot beside her. Someone had been there recently. Shrugging off her thoughts, she curled back into the sheets and drifted to sleep.

At Incheon Airport

The other members of Black Swan landed in Seoul and were busy gathering their luggage. Namjoon accidentally broke Jin's suitcase trolley while trying to maneuver it.

"Seriously, Namjoon, why do you have the strength of a wrecking ball?!" Jin scolded, holding the now-broken handle of his adorable pink suitcase.

"Hyung, it was an accident!" Namjoon defended himself.

Jimin burst out laughing. "That's it. Namjoon really hit 'genius' mode this time."

"Ya, Jimin, why are you laughing? You don't even have a suitcase. Your duffel bag looks like it's been through the apocalypse," Namjoon retorted, narrowing his eyes.

Jimin glared, puffing his cheeks like a child. "At least I have fashion sense, unlike someone who breaks things for fun."

"Stop bickering like kids and help," Taehyung intervened, grabbing the bags with a smirk. "Come on, soulmate," he added, nudging Jimin, who reluctantly complied.

Behind them, Jin's voice boomed, "If you're done joking around, can we leave already? I'm exhausted and starving!"

As they loaded the luggage into the car, Namjoon whispered under his breath, "I swear, Jin hyung's lectures should be illegal after midnight."

"YAAA!" Jin shouted, making everyone laugh as they hurried to the car.

"WHO?! WHY?! WHEN?! Who was the idiot that broke my cute, sweet trolley?" Jin's voice echoed through the parking area, his dramatic cries gaining momentum as he held up the broken handle like it was a fallen comrade. "No! This can't be happening! WHO DID THIS, YOU BRATS?!"

Suga, lounging against a pillar, smirked lazily. "Hyung, RM did it. I saw him. Carelessly throwing your luggage around like it was a bag of rice."

Jin's eyes narrowed into slits. "WHERE. IS. HE?"

"Uh... there." Suga pointed with a casual flick of his hand, watching RM bolting toward the gates. "Running for his dear life, as he should."

"Namjoon! You come here right now!" Jin thundered, already charging after him.

Jimin, always ready for a bit of chaos, sprinted after them, laughing. "Wait, hyung, I'll help!"

Meanwhile, Taehyung and J-Hope exchanged a look, standing amidst a chaotic pile of luggage. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, gesturing at the mess. "So, uh... do we...?"

"Yep." J-Hope sighed, picking up a suitcase. "Let's get it done before Jin comes back and starts another war."

"Carry me too," Suga drawled, already sprawled atop a trolley. "I'm not walking."

Taehyung groaned. "Seriously, Yoongi hyung? You're worse than the luggage!"

"We're so screwed," J-Hope muttered as they hoisted both the luggage and their cat-eyed elder toward the parking lot.

By the time Jin returned, dragging a mildly disheveled RM behind him, everyone else had managed to shuffle the bags to the car. "Will you all hurry up?" Jin barked, pushing a trolley with wild determination.

"Sorry, hyung, there was traffic," a nervous guard mumbled, earning a glare.

"Traffic?! I don't care if there's a meteor shower! Take the luggage or I'll turn this whole parking lot into a drama set!" Jin seethed, teeth grinding as he shoved another bag into place.

"Drama? Which one?" Namjoon asked, clearly still not catching the mood. "Where's the screen? Is it K-drama? Historical? Crime?" He began scanning the area for invisible cameras.

That did it. The group burst into laughter, clutching their sides. Jin, still fuming, threw a towel at RM. "Come here, Namjoon. I'll show you a drama."

"I'd rather not!" RM yelped, dashing toward the car. "Show it to someone else, please!"

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the chaos outside, a small figure in the kitchen was perched atop the counter, happily devouring ice cream straight from the tub.

YN's POV:
Why did I come here? You idiot! If you came here, why didn't you eat properly earlier? You brainless fool, now look at you—hiding like a squirrel in a mansion full of lunatics. What if they find me? What do I do now?!

She froze as she heard murmurs and footsteps approaching the gate. Peeking outside, her eyes widened. A pack of six men, arguing and laughing, was walking in. Without thinking twice, she dived under the dining table, clutching her ice cream tub like a lifeline.

"Jin hyung, I'm starving!" Jimin whined, dramatically clutching his stomach. "Can you cook something?"

Jin rolled his eyes, muttering, "Of course, the moment we step inside, the kitchen turns into a 24/7 restaurant."

"Maybe if you hadn't spent ten minutes crying over the trolley..." Namjoon snickered, earning another death glare.

"I'll cry over you next," Jin snapped.

"Hyung, please," Jimin begged, his puppy eyes in full force. "I'm dying here."

"Dying? Should I call a doctor or serve you rice first?" Jin retorted, marching toward the kitchen with exaggerated annoyance.

Under the table, YN clutched her ice cream, heart racing. Why am I like this? Why am I even hiding? Just eat like a normal person, YN!

Suddenly, Suga peeked his head into the kitchen. "Hyung, did you hear something? It sounds like a rat."

YN's eyes widened in horror. Rat?! I'll show you a rat! Just let me escape first!

"Don't start," Jin groaned. "This is why I don't cook."

Still grumbling, Jin opened the fridge, oblivious to the tub of half-eaten ice cream that YN had hurriedly stuffed back before hiding.

Jimin leaned against the counter, sniffing the air. "Wait a second... hyung, who's been eating ice cream?"

YN froze. Oh no. I'm doomed.

Under the table, YN clutched her knees to her chest, heart pounding. What do I do now? What if they find me? I'll look like a thief! No, worse—a midnight ice cream thief!

Meanwhile, Jimin was still sniffing the air dramatically. "Hyung, I'm serious. Someone's been eating ice cream! My favorite tub—strawberry swirl. I can feel it."

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "You can feel your ice cream being eaten? Really?"

Jimin nodded gravely. "It's a gift."

J-Hope leaned against the counter, laughing. "Yeah, sure. Maybe the fridge ghost is at it again. You remember last time, right?"

"Ghost?" Jin paused mid-search in the fridge, turning slowly. "Don't start with that nonsense, Hoseok. I'm already stressed!"

Suga, who had now sprawled across a chair, yawned. "It's not a ghost. It's probably Namjoon. He eats anything without even checking."

Namjoon, offended, crossed his arms. "I don't even like strawberry swirl! Why would you accuse me of such a crime?"

"You once ate a slice of cake with the box still on it," Taehyung chimed in, grinning. "Do we really need to question your food crimes, hyung?"

"THAT was one time!" Namjoon argued, though the memory had everyone laughing.

Under the table, YN felt her ice cream slip slightly from her grip. She clutched it tighter, silently cursing herself. Why am I hiding like a scared squirrel? Just walk out like nothing happened! No, wait—they'll know.

Jimin suddenly crouched near the table, his eyes narrowing. "Guys... what if it's not one of us? What if it's a spy?"

"A spy who breaks in just to eat ice cream?!" Jin threw up his hands. "Jimin, your imagination is worse than Namjoon's eating habits."

Jimin squinted under the table, and YN held her breath. He tilted his head, staring at what he thought was just shadows. "Wait... I see something!"

Panic surged through YN. Oh no, he's going to find me! Act natural. Wait, how does a normal person act while hiding under a table?

Jimin crawled a little closer, and Jin pulled him back by the collar. "Yah! Don't be creepy. If there's anything under there, it's a mouse."

"Mouse?" J-Hope jumped a good three feet away. "Where? Don't mess with me!"

Suga sighed, resting his head on the counter. "If it's a mouse, let it live its best life. Just don't drag me into this drama."

In her panic, YN accidentally nudged the table leg, causing a loud clatter. Everyone froze.

"What was that?!" Jin snapped, spinning around.

"See! I told you there was something!" Jimin hissed, pointing dramatically under the table.

"I swear, if it's another one of Namjoon's disasters..." Jin muttered, reaching for a nearby spatula like a weapon.

Unable to take the tension any longer, YN burst out from under the table, holding the half-eaten ice cream tub like a shield. "I surrender!" she blurted, her face as red as Jimin's favorite strawberries.

The room went silent for a moment before chaos erupted.

"WHO is this?!" Jin shouted, pointing the spatula at her like a sword.

"She was hiding under the table?" Taehyung blinked, clearly impressed. "That's some dedication for ice cream."

"Wait, wait," Namjoon interrupted, holding up a hand. "Are you seriously telling me you've been here this whole time... eating our ice cream?"

"I—uh—" YN stammered, shrinking under their stares. "I was hungry?"

Suga, unfazed, simply shrugged. "Makes sense. Ice cream's good at night."

Jin groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Of all the things... who even let you in here?!"

Jimin was still staring at her in disbelief, clutching his chest. "You—you ate my strawberry swirl?"

YN winced. "I didn't know it was yours?"

"Didn't know?!" Jimin gasped, looking genuinely heartbroken. "Hyung, she's a criminal! A menace! We can't let this go!"

Taehyung leaned toward her, grinning. "So, how was it? Worth the risk?"

YN hesitated before giving a tiny nod. "It was... really good."

At that, even Jin couldn't suppress a chuckle. "Unbelievable. Midnight chaos because of ice cream."

Suga stood up, stretching. "Well, now that the mystery's solved, I'm going back to sleep. Good luck dealing with her, hyung."

As Suga sauntered off and the others burst into laughter again,

 YN finally breathed a sigh of relief. Note to self: never eat someone else's ice cream. Especially when they're all lunatic

"Who are you, by the way?" Namjoon's sharp tone cut through the awkward silence, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned forward.

"Umm..." YN hesitated, her thoughts spinning in a frenzy. She couldn't figure out what to say without giving herself away.

"Don't answer," Namjoon interrupted before she could stammer out a reply. "I want Jungkook to explain everything."

Before things could escalate, Jin's authoritative voice broke in. "Let's eat first. I'm guessing you're hungry too, right?" He smiled warmly, already slipping into his nurturing mode. YN could sense his no-nonsense vibe beneath the softness. He had the kind of energy that could flip from gentle to scolding in an instant if things didn't go his way.

YN's mind screamed at her.
Why did you even come here? Idiot! And now you're just sitting here, letting them feed you. Brainless! She shifted uncomfortably, glancing toward the kitchen where Jin had disappeared.

She caught sight of the broad-shouldered figure bustling about with effortless efficiency. Judging by the way the others called out his name earlier, she figured he was Jin. Her stomach betrayed her as the aroma of freshly cooked dishes wafted through the air. She inhaled deeply, almost forgetting her predicament.

Bibimbap, tteokbokki, spicy ramen, Korean fried rice... her mouth watered just imagining the flavors.
That smells amazing. I want some too...

(She paused, almost feeling the readers share her hunger.)

When the food was ready, Jin called everyone to the table. Plates clattered as he served generous portions, ensuring everyone had enough. "Eat up!" he ordered, though it sounded more like a caring demand. YN quietly picked at her plate, avoiding eye contact and keeping her head down.

The others chatted casually as they ate, their voices blending into a hum of camaraderie that she couldn't bring herself to join. One by one, they finished their meals and began dispersing, leaving her alone at the table.

Once the coast was clear, YN slipped out of the dining area and made her way to the room she once called hers. Her steps were light, almost inaudible, as she avoided drawing any attention. Finally, behind the safety of the closed door, she let out a shaky breath.

Leaning against the wall, she muttered under her breath, "What now?"  as she went onto the bed thinking all the scenes from two days how was everything going making yn tear up after a good time of hours she finally drift into sleep .

Jungkook groaned as he stirred from the bed, clutching his head against the sharp throb of a headache. His thoughts scattered like puzzle pieces, only faint flashes from the previous night coming to mind.

"Ahh... what did I do last night?" he muttered, his voice rough with sleep. He rubbed his temples, trying to recall, but the fragments remained elusive.

The clock on the wall caught his attention, the hands pointing to 12:30 p.m. His eyes widened in disbelief.

"I overslept? Damn it, she must be gone!" he cursed, leaping off the bed. His heart sank at the thought of YN leaving without a word.

As he hurried to the living room, the sound of conversation reached his ears. He paused, narrowing his eyes at the unfamiliar tension in the air. Descending the staircase, he missed a step, nearly tripping over his feet as he froze at the sight before him.

She was still here.

Jungkook's breath hitched. Relief washed over him, mingled with confusion. Why was she still here?

He approached cautiously, but before he could say a word, Jin's voice rang out sharply.

"Stop right there, Jungkook! What did you do?"

Jungkook frowned, bewildered. "Me? What are you talking about, hyung?"

YN's voice broke the tense silence. "I... I must go now. Oppa, thank you for everything."

Jin gave her a warm nod. "No worries, YN. Be careful."

Jungkook stood frozen as she walked toward the door. He wanted to stop her, to say something, but the weight of her sadness held him back. His fists clenched as the door closed behind her, leaving an aching void in her absence.

Before he could dwell on the emotions gnawing at him, Jin smacked the back of his head—hard.

"Yah! Do you know how many times I called you? More than a damn customer service hotline!" Jin scolded, his expression a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Jungkook rubbed his head, wincing. "When, hyung?"

Jin's glare deepened. "Where are you even looking? And since when did you get so soft that you give shelter to an unknown girl?"

Jungkook turned, still staring at the door as if willing her to return. "Unknown? Who are you talking about?"

"That girl!" Jin exclaimed. "She said she was chased by some rogues and that you saved her and let her stay here last night."

Realization dawned on Jungkook. A small chuckle escaped his lips. "Oh, that... it's nothing, hyung. Don't worry about it."

Namjoon, who had been leaning against the counter with a coffee mug in hand, interrupted the moment. His voice carried a heavy seriousness. "We've got a problem. There were intruders at the shipment site last night."

The room fell silent. Jungkook's playful smirk vanished, replaced by a sharp intensity.

"What kind of intruders?" he asked, his tone low and cold.

"They were caught, but before we could get any information, they died," Namjoon replied, setting the mug down with a loud clink.

"Died? How?" Jungkook asked, his brows knitting together.

Yoongi spoke next, his words chilling. "They were fed cyanide capsules. The moment they were captured, someone remotely triggered the capsules to dissolve. Instant death."

Jungkook's eyes narrowed, the gears in his mind turning rapidly. "How the hell does someone manage that level of precision for a simple heist? Advanced tech... for what? Guns?"

Hoseok chimed in, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced with caution. "That's the point. If they're using methods like this, it's no longer about the shipment. We need to be extremely careful going forward. One wrong step, and we'll be in deep trouble."

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But we don't bother anyone. Why would someone target us?"

Jungkook's mind wandered, his heart heavy with a memory he'd buried deep. His gaze dropped to the floor as images of his mother filled his thoughts. He was only ten when his father left for another woman, but his mother had been his rock, showing him how to find joy despite their circumstances.

Until that day.

He remembered their trip to the market, the warmth of her hand holding his. He remembered the screams, the blood, and the helplessness as enemies of his father's legacy brutally ended her life right before his eyes.

Jungkook clenched his fists. The nightmares still haunted him, but no one—not even his brothers—knew the full extent of the pain he carried.

Snapping back to the present, he masked his emotions with a smirk. "Doesn't matter who's behind it," he said. "We'll handle them. Like we always do."

The others exchanged glances, nodding in agreement.

Namjoon's voice broke the silence. "We've tightened security at the docks. Let's make sure we're prepared for anything."

After a long silence, Jin sat down on the couch, his sharp gaze fixed on Jungkook. "Now, Jungkook, enough games. Explain. Who was that girl? Why was she here? And don't leave out any details."

Jungkook exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair. "Hyung, it's a long story."

Jin folded his arms, raising an eyebrow. "We've got time. Start talking."

Jungkook sighed and leaned back against the armrest of the couch, his voice dropping as he began. "Her name is YN. I first met her during the Janson job... You know, the one with the stolen shipment and the container chase?"

Namjoon leaned in, intrigued. "That chaos at the docks? You mean she was part of it?"

Jungkook nodded. "Not intentionally. She was dragged into it because of Jason's debts."

Jin frowned, tapping his fingers against his knee. "Jason... that idiot who thought he could outsmart us and take off with the money?"

"Yeah, him." Jungkook's jaw tightened. "Turns out, Jason owed a lot of people, not just us. When I cornered him at the container yard, he used her as a shield. Claimed she was his friend's wife and begged me to let her go."

Yoongi's eyes darkened. "Using someone like that? Despicable."

Jungkook nodded in agreement. "Exactly. At first, I didn't believe him. But... there was something about her. She looked terrified, but she didn't plead for herself. She was more worried about Jason getting hurt. Even when she had every reason to run, she didn't."

Hoseok tilted his head, curiosity piqued. "So, you captured her instead?"

"Not exactly," Jungkook admitted. "I told Jason that until he paid his debt, she was coming with me. I figured it would give me leverage. But... things didn't go as planned."

Jin leaned forward, his expression stern. "What do you mean?"

Jungkook let out a bitter chuckle. "She's not like anyone we've dealt with before. She wasn't just scared—she was furious. She yelled at me, called me a monster, said she'd escape no matter what."

Namjoon smirked. "Sounds brave, or maybe reckless."

"Both," Jungkook admitted. "At first, I thought she was just another liability, but..." His voice softened. "She's more than that. She's thoughtful, kind, and incredibly smart. She's brave, even when she's terrified. And she's determined to clear Jason's debt, even though she doesn't owe a damn thing."

Jimin raised an eyebrow. "Wait, you're saying she's trying to pay off someone else's debt? Why?"

Jungkook shrugged, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Because that's who she is. She cares about others more than herself. She didn't even try to shift the blame onto Jason. She just accepted it and vowed to fix it."

Yoongi's expression softened slightly, though his tone remained skeptical. "And that's why you're letting her stay here? Because she's brave and kind?"

Jungkook hesitated, his gaze dropping to the floor. "It's more than that, hyung. From the moment I saw her, something shifted in me. I can't explain it. She's different. And... I don't want to let her go."

The room fell silent. Jungkook's honesty was rare, and his emotions were laid bare for the first time in a long while.

Jin sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "So, you're saying she's now part of this mess because of you? And instead of making her leave, you want to keep her here?"

"Yes," Jungkook replied firmly. "I know it's dangerous, but I'll protect her. I've made up my mind."

Namjoon exchanged glances with the others before nodding slightly. "If she's staying, we need to make sure she's safe. That means no more chasing after her like she's an intruder."

Hoseok grinned. "I kind of like her already. She's got guts, and from what I saw, she's sharp too."

Jimin chuckled. "Yeah, and sweet. She offered to help me clean up earlier even though she was scared out of her mind."

Yoongi rolled his eyes but didn't argue. Jin, however, was still skeptical.

"Fine," Jin finally said. "But Jungkook, if you're serious about this, you need to make sure she's on board. Don't trap her here. Earn her trust."

Jungkook's gaze hardened with determination. "I will. No matter how long it takes."

As the voices of his hyungs drifted into background noise, Jungkook sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the wooden floor of the room. Memories he usually suppressed flooded back without warning, triggered by the vulnerability YN had shown earlier and the protectiveness it had stirred in him.

Jungkook remembered his mother vividly—her warmth, her laugh, and the way she made their little home feel like a fortress of peace despite the storm of his father's betrayal. His father had left them when Jungkook was barely six, choosing a mistress and a life of indulgence over the family he had built. His mother never broke, though. Instead, she became both his parent and his shield, showing him how to live a life that felt eternal in its happiness, even if the days were often difficult.

"Every day is a gift, Jungkookie," she used to say, holding his small hands as they walked through the market. "If we cherish the little things, we can live a hundred years of joy, even if the world outside is cruel."

Jungkook smiled faintly, recalling how she would braid his hair playfully when he was young, teasing him about being her little prince. She worked tirelessly, juggling jobs to keep him well-fed and clothed, yet she never let her exhaustion dim her love for him.

But fate wasn't kind.

Jungkook clenched his fists, the haunting memory flooding his mind as if it had happened yesterday. He had been ten, holding his mother's hand as they walked to the market. It was an ordinary day—he had been excited about buying his favorite snacks. Then, out of nowhere, chaos erupted.

His mother's grip on his hand had tightened, and she pushed him behind her, shielding him with her body. He remembered the shouts, the metallic scent of blood, and the way his mother's voice trembled as she told him, "Don't let go of your dreams, my Kookie."

They came for her, his father's enemies, who blamed her for debts and feuds she had nothing to do with. Right there, in front of his young, terrified eyes, they killed her in the most brutal way imaginable.

Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, willing the images away. He could still hear her screams, the lifeless thud of her body hitting the ground, and the mocking laughter of the men who had taken everything from him.

After that day, the nightmares began. He stopped talking about his mother, burying her memory deep within himself. Even his hyungs didn't know the full extent of his trauma; they only understood that he became a hardened, ruthless version of himself after her death.

He had been too young to fight back then, but he wasn't now.

Jungkook opened his eyes, a dark determination filling them. He swore to himself that he would protect those who mattered to him—no matter the cost. And now, YN was one of them.

She might not know it yet, but Jungkook was willing to face his past and any enemy who dared to threaten her. He wouldn't lose someone he cared about again. Not this time.

time skip

IN METTING HALL OF BLACKSWAN

As Jungkook was lost in his thoughts, Hobi Hyung tapped his shoulder, pulling him back to reality. He was sitting silently in the meeting hall.

"JUNGKOOK!! Where have you lost? Did you hear what I said?" Namjoon Hyung shouted, drawing his attention.

Jungkook blinked, glancing at the projector where they were discussing the lost shipment. His blood boiled when he saw the man on the screen — his father's friend who had helped his father with casinos and other dealings. Jungkook suspected that this man was the one who helped his father find his mistress.

But the thing was, none of the gang members knew anything about his past.

"Jk, did you know him?" Yoongi Hyung asked, his voice sharp as ever. He was the mastermind behind the gang's operations, from hacking to smuggling, all at his fingertips.

"No, Hyung," Jungkook replied, shaking his head.

"I saw them in our casino many times. I remember him because he was one of our VVIP members," Jimin said, piecing things together.

Now Jungkook understood. "It means he was spying on us for a long time."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"We have to wait for him. Let him try to mess with us," Jungkook stated. "Meeting dismissed."

As he walked out, his thoughts turned to YN. He still couldn't explain how he fell in love with her — she was different, cute, hot, and unique compared to all the other women. But in his first impression, he had lost her trust.

Never mind, he thought, I'll make her fall in love with me so hard that she'll never leave me again, just like the ice cream she eats sneakily.

Chuckling to himself as he sat on the couch, Jungkook noticed his BTS members' eyes widen in surprise. Some wore expressions of happiness, while others looked questioning.

At Aria's house:

"I don't know how she will come from there... We have to complain about it to the police," Aria sobbed. "I don't know how she was suffering there with that rogue."

"ahhhh!!!!"

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