WARNINGS ⚠️

1.THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION !

2.𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.!!!

3.𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁/𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀.!!!

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AUTHOR'S POV
Two days had drifted by in a haze, with Jaemin diligently returning to his work, avoiding his boss at every opportunity. The weight of everything that had happened lingered over him like a storm cloud. The memory of that kiss on the trip was still vivid, each detail replaying in his mind despite his attempts to suppress it. How could he kiss Jaemin so fiercely, only to dismiss it as something trivial—a performance, a joke? The ache in his chest felt raw, threatening to break his resolve.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was no better. He tried to maintain his façade, the aloof and unbothered exterior that had become his trademark. But the reality was different. Each moment Jaemin ignored him, each fleeting glance that failed to meet his eyes, ignited a fury deep inside him. Jungkook could feel the tension knotting in his chest, tightening like a vice.

"Mr. Park, my office. Now," Jungkook commanded, his voice cold and sharp. His heart pounded as he waited, fingers drumming against the desk. When Jaemin finally stepped into his office, his face was blank, impassive—a mask that only fueled Jungkook's frustration further.

The room fell silent, the air thick with unspoken words. Just then, a soft chime broke through the tension. Jaemin glanced at his phone, his brows knitting in annoyance.

<I was busy. You messaged?>

Jaemin felt a pang of something—maybe anger, maybe disappointment—as he read Jeongguk's name on the screen. Two days without a single word from him, and now, a sudden demand for his attention.

<Why aren't you replying?>

Jaemin's lips curled into a humorless smirk. How ironic that Jeonggukk would now expect a response after days of silence. The phone vibrated again, another message appearing almost immediately.

<If you don't reply, I might have to do something you won't like.>

There it was. The same possessiveness that always left Jaemin conflicted. The bold, controlling undertone in his words sent a shiver down Jaemin's spine.

Jungkook watched him, jaw tightening as Jaemin stared at his phone with an unreadable expression. The minutes stretched, and the silence turned deafening. Jungkook opened his mouth, ready to break the stalemate, but before he could, Jaemin stood up. His eyes met Jungkook's , unflinching and defiant.

"It's 6 PM, sir. My workday is over. Have a nice evening," Jaemin said, his tone even, the words cutting through the room like a blade. Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked out, leaving Jungkook stunned, a sense of loss sweeping over him.

As the door clicked shut, the CEO realized with a sinking feeling that he had crossed a line he might not be able to mend. The silence of the empty room bore down on him, heavy with regret.

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Jaemin's steps quickened as he walked down the dark, dimly lit road, the cool night air biting at his skin. Jaemin's teeth sank into his lower lip, a nervous habit he couldn't shake. Questions pounded in his mind with each step.

*Why now? Why is he reaching out now, when he was silent when I needed him most?*

His phone buzzed in his hand, the screen lighting up with a flood of messages, each one more demanding than the last.

Where are you?

Fucking reply me, Choco.

Are you fine?

What happened to you? Are you running from me?

You can't run away now, Choco. You made a deal with this demon, and now you can't just back out. Give me a damn reply. Don't test my patience.

Jaemin's breath caught in his chest as he read the last message. The words were laced with a possessive threat, a tone Jaemin had never fully heard from him before. It was the side of Jeongguk that he had warned Jaemin about, the dark, unforgiving part of him that claimed whatever he deemed his. And Jaemin was dear to him—whether he wanted to be or not.

A shiver raced down his spine, an unbidden thrill sparking deep within him despite his confusion and anger. Jaemin clenched the phone tightly, his fingers shaking as he typed out a reply.

>I will run away from you, Mr. Jeongguk, far, very far. How dare you reply now, after ignoring me for days? Don't you dare talk to me.<

A heavy silence followed. The seconds dragged on, feeling like an eternity, the quiet broken only by the distant sounds of the city nightlife. Just when Jaemin started to believe he wouldn't answer, his phone buzzed again. The message made his stomach twist, a strange mixture of fear and something else—something he didn't want to name.

You wanna run, little boy?

Run if you can, little Choco, but this demon will catch you the way you want.

Jaemin's pulse thundered in his ears. What did he mean by that? Did he know? No, it was impossible. He couldn't know about the dark fantasies Jaemin kept buried, the ones that danced in the shadows of his mind. And yet, the words on the screen seemed to strip Jaemin bare, exposing everything he had fought to keep hidden.

Like the way I want? Jaemin swallowed hard, feeling an unfamiliar heat bloom across his skin. How much did he truly know?

Jaemin's legs felt weak beneath him, a whirlwind of emotions leaving him stunned in the middle of the street. The grip of fear was undeniable, but so was the tantalizing allure that Jeonggukks words brought. Jaemin's phone buzzed again, and he glanced down at the screen, his heart in his throat.

Game on, little Choco.

AsJaemin's shaky whisper faded into the still night, a cold sweat dripped down his back.

"G-Game on?" Jaemin muttered, eyes darting over his silent surroundings. The road was familiar, the soft glow of streetlights leading his home. Jaemin took cautious steps, each one pulling him away from dread and towards the safety of her doorstep. Relief washed over him as he reached for the lock, thinking Jeonggukk had been bluffing.

Suddenly, an iron-like grip clamped over Jaemin's mouth, silencing his scream before it fully escaped. The hand was unforgiving, and in an instant, he was hoisted into the air. His vision spun, darkness devouring him as he was thrown into a large, shadowed vehicle. The space reeked of leather and power, and a suffocating silence followed.

A voice, deep and menacing, cut through the darkness.

"How was the game, choco?" The familiarity made Jaemin's breath hitch, recognition crashing over him like a wave. Jeongguk's arm anchored Jaemin against the seat, his strength absolute. Before Jaemin could react, a deafening gunshot pierced the air. The jolt made his heart stop; the man who had grabbed Jaemin now lay motionless outside, blood spreading beneath him.

"How fucking dare you touch him like that? I told you not to hurt him, you bastard." Jeongguk's fury was palpable, his voice a growl as he loomed over the scene. The dim lights flickered on, illuminating his sharp jawline and dark hair framing eyes that blazed with rage. He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his gun hand, curses tumbling from his lips. The contrast between the weapon in his hand and the way he cradled Jaemin was dizzying.

Before Jaemin knew it, Jeonggukk was tugging Jaemin into his lap, pressing him close to the steady thump of his heartbeat. The thud of the car door slamming shut made Jaemin flinch again, a shiver running down his spine.

"Deal with the body. Leave no trace. You heard me?" Jeongguk commanded the men outside, his tone slicing through the air like a blade. They nodded, their expressions vacant as they efficiently carried out his orders. The car hummed with tense silence as the scene outside dissolved into chaos.

Jaemin's breath came in gasps, eyes locked on him. Jeonggukk's dark gaze softened for a split second as it met Jaemin's . Jeonggukk noticed the tremor in his limbs, the way Jaemin hugged himself for warmth.

"Turn off the damn AC," Jeongguk barked, and the chill in the car dissipated, replaced by an oppressive heat.

Jaemin's mind raced, connecting pieces of him jaemin had only glimpsed before. This was the demon Jeonggukk warned him about—the man who would break rules for what was his. But then why did he pull Jaemin so close, shield him so fiercely?

Why did he care?

Finally, Jeonggukk's gaze fell upon his pale, frightened face, still etched with tension but now simmering with a spark of defiance. Jaemin looked him dead in the eyes, brows furrowed tightly.

"WHAT THE HELL, MR. JEON? YOU SCARED ME TO DEATH! WHAT IF I HAD DIED OF A HEART ATTACK?" There he was—the real Choco. Jeonggukk had known this stunt might terrify him, but the fire in his voice confirmed it. The boy he knew would always scream, whine, and demand answers without hesitation.

A dark chuckle rumbled in Jeonggukk's chest as his hands gripped Jaemin's waist, drawing him closer with a possessive ease. "I told you, Choco," Jeonggukk whispered, voice low and velvet, "I'd get you the way you wanted—didn't you say you wanted to be chased?" His calloused fingers moved in gentle strokes along Jaemin's sides, a contradiction to the chaos he had just caused.

"That doesn't mean you can just kidnap me!" Jaemin huffed, folding his arms against his chest in a defiant pout, his cheeks flushed a delicate pink. The sight sent a rush of heat through Jeonggukk , his eyes narrowing slightly as he tilted his head, studying Jaemin.

With a sinful smirk, Jeonggukk tucked a loose strand of Jaemin's hair behind his ear, fingers brushing against his cheek and making jaemin shift in his lap. Jaemin whimpered, unable to ignore how close they were—the warmth of Jeonggukk's body, the steady drum of his heartbeat beneath himself.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages, Choco?" Jeonggukk's deep voice resonated, each word a command as his dark eyes locked onto Jaemin's , waiting.

Jaemin's gaze dropped to his lap, fingers nervously fidgeting. It was a habit Jeonggukk had noticed long ago—a telltale sign of his sadness. Jeongguk's jaw tightened as he took in his thinner frame. Jaemin had lost weight, and the realization twisted something deep inside him.

"You've lost weight in one week," Jeonggukk said, voice hardening with concern. "Did that bastard make you work relentlessly?"

"No, Mr. Jeongguk," Jaemin sighed, eyes softening as he looked at him. "I was just a little stressed." Despite everything, a small, warm smile curved his lips, and the warmth cut through the icy layer of Jeonggukk's fury, leaving something tender in its wake.

Jeonggukk exhaled, his expression softening as he pulled Jaemin into an embrace, so close that their breaths mingled. The exhaustion on Jaemin's face pained him more than he'd admit. Without thinking, he pressed a lingering kiss to Jaemin's forehead, letting his lips rest against Jaemin's skin long enough to make his heart stutter.

Jaemin froze, the unexpected tenderness unraveling the threads of his composure. Jeonggukk's lips lingered, their warmth seeping into Jaemin, easing the tension that had clung to him all week.

In that moment, jaemin felt the barriers within him begin to waver. A part of jaemin wondered: should he keep resisting or finally let himself fall?

Jaemin stared at him, his eyes narrowed with suspicion. "That's not the truth I know," Jeonggukk harshly said , wondering how he always seemed to know everything. Jaemin tried to brush the thought aside, focusing on his own confusion.

"Why did you kidnap me?" Jaemin asked again, his voice firm and questioning.

"Because you didn't reply to my messages," he said nonchalantly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You can't do that!" Jaemin protested, his voice rising in exasperation.

"Oh, I can. I definitely can," Jeonggukk replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

Jaemin's frustration grew. "Where are you taking me?" He demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at the demon.

"To my mansion," Jeonggukk responded calmly.

Jaemin slipped off his lap and stared at Jeonggukk with wide eyes. "Why?" He shouted, unable to mask his disbelief.

"I want to go home, Mr. Mafia," Jaemin insisted, trying to assert control over the situation.

"Now it's my home, Mr. Loudspeaker," Jeonggukk said, the smirk on his face deepening as he watched Jaemin gasp in response.

To be continued........

Jeon Jeonggukk

Park Jaemin

So now we are again back to gukkmin, what do you think will happen to minkook ?

Will Jigukk feel something again ?

Will Jikook fall for each other after?

By the way your ship names

Jeonggukk x Jimin = Jigukk
Jeonggukk x Jaemin = gukkmin
Jungkook x Jaemin = minkook
Jungkook x Jimin = Jikook