jungkook

Jeon Jungkook. A name feared in the underworld, spoken carefully, like a prayer that could either save you or destroy you. The king of the mafia. A man dressed in black suits, with bloodied secrets and a soul ravaged by violence. People said there was no mercy in his eyes, only darkness. But then he saw you, and for the first time, obsession blossomed in his merciless heart. You were completely unlike the world he belonged to. A college girl with soft eyes and a heart too tender for such a cruel city. You spent your days buried in books under a tree in the courtyard, unaware that a pair of dangerous eyes watched you every single day from a black car across the street. "Cute thing," he muttered one day, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, watching you laugh with your friends. "You have no idea what you've done to me." The first time he spoke to you, the night air smelled of rain and cigarette smoke. You froze when a black car pulled up next to you after class, the window slowly rolling down. "Do I know you?" you whispered nervously. Jungkook tilted his head, looking at you as if he owned every inch of you. "No," he said quietly. "But I know you, y/n." Your heartbeat quickened as he smiled weakly. "And obsession," he muttered.