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Third person p.o.v-

You closed your eyes, succumbing to the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. In that vulnerable moment, Jungkook cradled your limp form, his gaze tenderly tracing every contour of your face.  He couldn't help but admire every feature of yours, how peaceful you looked in his embrace. How peaceful he felt with you in his embrace. Your slight frame nestled perfectly against his broad chest, fitting like the missing piece to a puzzle which was incomplete until now. 

This closeness, this intimacy, was a culmination of his deepest desires, a longing he had harbored through endless days and restless nights. And now, with you nestled against him, the weight of his emotions threatened to overwhelm him.

Externally composed, internally tumultuous, Jungkook's heart thundered within his chest, its rhythm a testament to the storm of emotions brewing beneath his calm facade. He couldn't tear his gaze away from you, as if fearing that a mere blink would shatter the fragile reality of this moment. Bringing his big, rough, dark tattooed hand near your face, he to caressed your delicate rosy lips, marveling at their softness beneath his touch. 

Then, cupping your face with his trembling hands, he brought his face closer to yours, and then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Oh so softly, as if even a hint of roughness could harm the delicate flower he held in his arms. he closed his eyes feeling your warmth against his lips, but you were completely unaware of it.

Kissing your forehead gently, he pulled your body closer to him and hugged you tightly, as if there were no tomorrow. The hug wasn't just a normal one; his possessiveness, his longing for all these years, was evident in it. He held your petite, limp body in his arms so possessively, as if letting go would mean someone would snatch you away from him.

The warmth of your body mingling with his as he refused to release you from the hug. How could he? How could he let go when he had finally regained you after so many difficulties? How could he release you after he waited for you for so many years. How could he, after suffering so much for the person he cherished? Wait... suffering.....? Well, leave it for now.

The turmoil in his mind, which had been bothering him for the past few months, has finally ceased. He felt thankful that instead of ignoring everything happening around him, he decided to seek out the truth, and he didn't regret it in the slightest. The sleepless nights spent uncovering the truth were, after all, worth it. The memories of past events remained vivid in his mind. His grip on you became tighter and more possessive as he reminisced about the preceding events.

Flashback

"I hate you... I HATE YOU, JEON JUNGKOOK!" Jin Ae shouted at him with teary eyes and ran towards the exit. (Part from Chapter 17). Jungkook seized the nearby laptop, which was placed on the table, and hurled it to the ground, breaking it into pieces. Feeling enraged, he marched towards his room upstairs.

As he entered his room, he shut the door with a loud thud. His hands were clenched tightly into fists, his eyes bloodshot red. The dark pupil in the middle of the bloodshot sclera made him look like a demon. He was feeling enraged, extremely enraged, but what was bothering him the most were the words he had just heard from her. Walking towards the window, he looked out, only to his eyes to darken further as they fell upon Taehyung and Jin Ae hugging each other.

He felt immense anger rushing through his body. Why? Well, he himself didn't know. He took a large vase and threw it at the mirror, breaking it into pieces. To vent his frustration, he destroyed every single thing in the room. Soon, it looked like a tornado had smacked the whole place, destroying everything inside it. 

Breathing heavily, he took a very strong wine bottle and sat on the floor, leaning his head on the bed. He closed his eyes and took a huge sip of alcohol to calm his nerves. The bittersweet taste of the alcohol gave a burning sensation in his throat.

Without stopping, he gulped down the whole bottle in one go. But with a strong tolerance for alcohol, it didn't affect him much. Her teary face, her words, her hugging Taehyung—everything was swirling in his mind, making him feel insane.

"AAAAAHHH......... GET OUT OF MY MIND!" He shouted, clutching his messy hair, and smashed the bottle against the wall. Pulling out the nearby drawer, he took out an injection filled with some kind of fluid which was drug, and without any hesitation, he brought it close to his arm, injecting it into the veins of his hand. A groan left his lips as the drug started to affect his mind. Throwing the empty injection away, he took another wine bottle and drank without any pause. The turmoil in his mind wasn't stopping at all. He drank continuously until he passed out on the floor.

After about four hours, his eyes opened to the sound of his phone buzzing. He slowly opened his eyes. His condition looked completely distorted. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, sleeves folded, hair messy, and his body reeked of alcohol. His eyes were completely red from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. A strong headache hit him as soon as he opened his eyes.

"Ah..." A slight groan left his mouth as he held his head, which was hurting like hell due to the hangover. Taking out the phone from his pocket, he answered the call and put the phone near his ear without saying anything.

"Jk... are you there..." Jimin started from the other side of the phone. Concern was clearly evident in his voice, but Jungkook didn't respond. Jimin sighed because he knew even if he asked Jungkook to take care of himself, he wouldn't listen. So, he just came to the point. "Jk, there is our meeting with Sicilian mafia after 5 hours about the drug supplies in the western side of Italy."

"Hmm..." Still closing his eyes while leaning on the bed, Jungkook just hummed in response.

"If... if you are not sober enough... then we can cancel the meeting." Jimin hesitated because he knew in what condition Jungkook was in, especially since a few hours ago they had clearly heard the sound of things breaking from his room. So, being a true friend, he didn't want Jungkook to pressure himself for anything.

"No need, we're going," he simply said before ending the call.

After cracking his neck a few times, he attempted to stand up but failed miserably. Putting one arm on the bed for support, he tried again, managing to stand up with great difficulty. His eyes scanned the room, which was completely destroyed.

Stumbling slightly, he made his way to the restroom. Upon entering, he reached the washbasin and turned on the water tap. Cupping water in his palms, he washed his face to alleviate the dizziness. Then, grabbing the toothbrush and paste, he brushed his teeth to rid himself of the smell of alcohol. After finishing cleaning his teeth, he stepped into the shower. Removing his clothes, he entered the shower room and turned on the water. Feeling the hot water cascading over his skin, he closed his eyes and leaned against the thick glass wall by putting his both hands over it.

The warm water continued to flow over his completely naked body, creating fog around the small space and making the glass blurry. After enjoying a soothing warm shower, he emerged from the restroom wrapped in a towel. Heading to the wardrobe, he selected his brown-colored suit and got dressed. Right now, he just wanted some distraction; he needed to divert his attention from the thoughts plaguing his mind. So, immersing himself in work seemed like the best option.

Once ready, he left the room and walked through the corridor, heading downstairs where Jimin and Taehyung were already waiting for him. Without uttering a word, he made his way towards the mansion's parking lot, followed by Jimin and Taehyung. Jungkook sat alone in one car, while Jimin and Taehyung took another. They all headed towards the club, followed by dozens of cars filled with armed guards, where the meeting was scheduled to take place.

Upon reaching their destination, Jungkook was personally greeted by the Sicilian mafia, Eric Ford himself. Of course, Jungkook was the biggest mafia in the underworld, after all. And silician mafia worked under him.

"It's a pleasure to have your acquaintance, king JK," Eric said bowing with a smile, showing his yellow-gold plated teeth. Jungkook completely ignored him and walked past him into the VIP club, leaving Eric to awkward..

Everyone settled inside the meeting room, the ambiance tinged with the scent of fine wines and the premises of business discussions. Eric signaled his associate to activate the projector, which was promptly obeyed.

"King JK, we've achieved significant success in supplying drugs to both the northern and southern regions of Italy. However, we're encountering issues with transportation in the western sector," Eric began, his tone businesslike.

"And why is that? It's been smooth sailing until now," Jimin inquired, swirling the wine in his glass.

"Well, Mr. Park, it seems the previous border patrol officers have been replaced with new ones, and they are creating problems" Eric explained.

"What's the problem with that? Just buy them off too," Taehyung suggested nonchalantly.

"That's the problem, Mr. Kim. These new officers seem particularly loyal to their duty, we tried to bribe them but nothing helped and..." Eric's explanation was interrupted by Jungkook's stern voice.

"Then make them see reason...... forcefully if necessary," Jungkook interjected, rising from his seat. The others followed suit. "Don't waste my time with trivial matters again, or you'll find yourself six feet under the ground," he warned darkly before exiting the room, leaving Eric bowing in a mix of fear and respect.

As the evening wore on, the rest of Jungkook's day was consumed by work. Despite his efforts to distract himself, he couldn't shake her from his mind. With the sunset casting shadows in the room, he changed into casual attire, hoping for some rest. However, sleep eluded him. The plush mattress, usually a haven, felt unbearably uncomfortable as he tossed and turned. Her tear-streaked face haunted him, her words echoing in his mind.

"I HATE YOU, JEON JUNGKOOK," her voice reverberated, and he sat up, clutching his head. It was unnerving how much her words affected him, leaving him bewildered and troubled.

To be continued...

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