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Third person p.o.v-

Hey everyone, sorry for the delay! This chapter was supposed to be out much earlier, but things didn't go as planned. I'm burning up with a fever and literally wrote this while lying in bed. Please forgive your poor author for being late and also for any mistakes in this chapter-I wasn't feeling well enough to proofread.

Fury and humiliation churned within you as you dragged Jungkook by the arm to the rooftop of the restaurant, an oasis of opulence that dripped luxury from every corner. The air was thick with the scent of fine cuisine and expensive perfume, a stark contrast to the tempest swirling inside you. He trailed behind, characteristically quiet and smiling, like a whipped person.

Once you reached the rooftop, a vast expanse framed by twinkling city lights, he cleared his throat, causing you to flinch.

"Maybe you could let go of my hand?" he suggested, a mocking smile curling his lips. "Though, I wouldn't mind if you kept walking while holding it."

Your pulse quickened, embarrassment flooding you as you realized your fingers were still wrapped around his hand. With a sharp breath, you tore your hand away, the contact leaving a trace of warmth that only made you more unsettled.

"Dammit, old habits really die hard. I ended up doing what I used to with this bastard when we were kids," you cursed silently, a bitter edge creeping into your thoughts. Memories flooded back to a time when you were children, innocently holding hands as you roamed carefree.

"What the hell is wrong with you, jerk?" you spat, your voice sharp enough to cut through the air. "Aren't you even the slightest bit embarrassed? We were in public-what if someone saw us like that?"

Jungkook studied you for a moment, his gaze sharp and unreadable before he released a low sigh. "That would've been far better then."

Confused, you furrowed your brows. "What are you talking about?"

Jungkook's hands slid into his pockets, a subtle gesture loaded with authority as he leaned back against the railing, every inch of him radiating a dark, simmering confidence. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the sinewy muscle along his forearms, veins stretching beneath his inked skin like a map of untold secrets.

The black shirt with two undone top buttons clung to his frame, tracing the powerful contours of his chest and shoulders, molding to every sculpted muscle beneath, and the veins tracing along his forearms and neck only added to his dangerously magnetic presence. His long, dark locks falling on his forehead.

His eyes locked on you with an intensity that felt almost inescapable. The night was cool, but under his stare, a heat pulsed, as though his presence alone had disrupted the air around you. His dark eyes were merciless, dissecting, but strangely comforting, filled with a weight of secrets that only he held.

"I already told you," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding drawl that held no room for argument. . "Stay with me. It's the only way if you want to catch that rat."

A disbelieving laugh escaped you, your eyebrows lifting as you masked your nerves with a smile. "Well, your methods are... way too weird," you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady, though his gaze had a way of making your confidence waver. "And tell me, how exactly is this plan supposed to work?"

He let out a scoff, one corner of his mouth tugging into a dangerous smirk, his gaze narrowing as he leaned closer. "You think I don't know about that fake little sister of yours and her twisted obsession with me." His voice held a sinister edge, every word dripping with calculated malice. "She's a jealous bloody witch-so much so, she couldn't stand seeing her own sister happy, not enough to let her live.''

He continued, his voice dropping lower, the timbre laced with a dangerous edge. "People in the underworld are animals in human disguise, and they don't do favors without expecting a price. She's tied to that bastard in ways you don't want to imagine; it can be anything, whether money or something more twisted-ugly, and seeing you with me? It'll drive her right over the edge."

His tone deepened, a glint of something darker flashing in his eyes as he went on. "Jealousy makes people reckless. She'll make her move, and she'll need help from that scum to do it. She's our best bait. All we have to do is wait, and she'll lead us right to him.''

His words struck with a brutal clarity, each syllable sinking in with an unsettling finality. Of course, he knew more about the underworld and its players than you ever could.

He himself is a criminal; after all, you thought, the realization churning a strange blend of revulsion and an unshakable sadness within you. It was a truth you couldn't ignore, one that left a bitter taste lingering on your tongue.

Life's a vicious bitch, but even it can't keep you on your knees forever... right?

Well, this was what you used to believe, until life proved how wrong you were.

Once, you were a nurse, a confident, independent young woman with dreams that sparkled in your eyes despite the shadows of your past. You were alone, haunted by the tragedies of your broken childhood, yet somehow, you had remained hopeful. You told yourself, one day, everything will be okay; one day, you'll find peace and happiness.

But here you were now, with someone else identity, trapped in a web of chaos, neck-deep in a world you barely understood-a world crawling with criminals.

Never in your life did you think you would end up in someone else's body.

Never did you think you'd come face to face with the person you hated most.

Never did you think he would turn out to be a criminal or an undercover mafia.

And never did you think you'd be discussing the cold, unforgiving realities of a criminal's world with him.

God, where have you stuck?

But there was no escaping now. The past was gone, irretrievable, no matter how much you might want to return. All that remained was the present, and you knew the only way forward was to cooperate with him, to embrace this grim reality.

You'd made up your mind to seek justice for Jin Ae-the girl with a kind and pure heart, a girl who deserved the world but had been betrayed by her own flesh and blood. Now, as you were living in her body, breathing the life she no longer could. At the very least, you could do this for her. Of course it was dangerous but you still decide to do it.

You had nothing left to lose after all.

You let out a deep sigh and turned to the railing, crossing your arms as you leaned against it. The city sprawled out in front of you, tall buildings glimmering with lights against the deepening night sky. The sun had already set, leaving the skyline illuminated, casting a beautiful glow. Down below, cars moved in a constant stream, occasionally pausing at red lights before resuming their endless journey.

Looking out over the cityscape, you muttered, "Yeah, yeah, fine, you've got it all figured out, smartass."

Jungkook scoffed, glancing at your side profile. "You gave up quicker than I thought."

You lowered your head, feeling a bit exhausted. "I just know you're not going to change your mind, no matter what I do."

He raised an eyebrow. "So you've decided to accept it?"

Your voice turned sharp. "Over my dead body, you jerk.'' Jungkook scoffed in amusement at your words. you continued, ''it's just for today; it's just I'm really tired today.''

A cool breeze swept past, stirring your hair so it danced around you, brushing against your bare arms and sending a shiver prickling across your skin. You tried to gather your scattered thoughts, but the realization weighed heavy: you could never go back to who you once were. The truth had fractured your composure, and it took everything just to hold yourself together.

After all, you'd seen your own grave yesterday-your lifeless body buried six feet beneath the earth, cold and unfeeling.

What a sick, twisted joke......right?

But it wasn't a joke. It was real. And it was as exhausting as it was terrifying. You knew Jungkook could see the cracks in your resolve. His sigh echoed low and unreadable as he watched you.

Suddenly you felt a presence behind you. Before you could even turn to look, two large, calloused hands settled on your shoulders, keeping you in place, sending a fierce jolt of warmth down your spine.

He stood behind you, towering and commanding, his presence so overwhelming it felt like he could swallow you whole. Your pulse quickened, heartbeats thundering in your chest, as his hands slid to your shoulders without warning.  You stiffened under his touch, the intensity of his closeness making it impossible to breathe normally. Jungkook chuckled darkly, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

The warmth of his body hovered barely an inch away-close enough for you to feel his presence but still distant enough to make you ache for it. He hadn't even fully pressed his chest against her, yet the threat of his touch was palpable, heavy in the sliver of space between them.

"Hey, what are you..." You began to turn, but his grip tightened, his fingers firm and unyielding as he held you in place.

He leaned down, lips hovering by your ear, his breath a scorching whisper that sent a shiver racing down your spine. The scent of his cologne-rich, dark, and intoxicating-invaded your senses, making your knees feel weak beneath you.

His lips brushed the curve of your earlobe as he murmured, "Relax, sweetheart." His voice was a low, sinful drawl, resonant with something dangerous that stole the air from your lungs. "I'm not going to bite... not yet."

Your pulse quickened, your heart thundering as his hands slid over your shoulders, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin at the base of your neck. His touch was slow, deliberate, and searing.

He began a careful rhythm, pressing just enough to coax tension from your muscles, his thumbs kneading into the tightness along your spine. Each stroke was firm and controlled, sending ripples of sensation through your body, igniting every nerve.

The heat of his touch burned through the thin fabric of your dress, his grip possessive, unyielding. Slowly, his hands slid down, fingers grazing the sides of your neck, his thumbs pressing into the base of your skull, drawing out a low sigh from you before you could stop it.

The sensation was relaxing, yet electrifying, leaving your skin tingling with every touch.

His hands moved lower, tracing the contours of your spine before his thumbs dug into the muscles just beneath your shoulder blades, making you tense. You swore you could feel the smirk curling at the corners of his lips, even without meeting his gaze.

You clenched your fists tightly, fighting against the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. "Jeon, there's no need to-" you began, desperate to protest and turn around.

But he cut you off, his voice a low, sultry whisper that wrapped around you like smoke. "Stop squirming. You remember the deal, right?" The warmth of his breath against your ear sent a shiver racing down your spine, igniting your senses further.

Your eyes widened, breath hitching in your throat as your own words echoed in your mind-

"I will accept everything you give me, no questions asked.''

Fuck, Fuck. Fuck

You'd fallen right into his trap, exactly where he wanted you, ensnared by your own reckless promises.

The fuck is wrong with you, Y/N?

You sealed your lips tightly, your breath caught in your throat as you clenched your hands in a futile attempt to regain control. He slowly returned to your shoulder, his fingers and thumb gliding over your skin, igniting an electrifying sensation.

As his hands roamed down the curve of your shoulders, sliding along your arms in a languid, possessive caress, your skin tingled under the delicious weight of his touch. You cursed under your breath for wearing sleeveless off shoulder dress.

He wrapped his fingers around your wrists, grounding you-a silent reminder that he controlled every flutter in your chest, every shiver that stole through you.

With deliberate slowness, his thumb brushed over the knuckles of your clenched fist, whispering softly in your ear, "Careful, doll. If you keep clenching like that, you'll bruise that delicate skin of yours."

"Damn it," you cursed under your breath, while he chuckled huskily. His thumb rubbed over your knuckles gently yet firmly, making you loosen your clenched fist slightly. You felt your body relaxing as the tension and exhaustion in your muscles started to fade away.

As he released your wrists, his hand glided back up your arm toward your shoulder, his thumb stroking your skin with a featherlight touch. When he reached your shoulder, his hands slid lower, fingers trailing down your sides, each stroke deliberate, slow, and teasing

An unknowingly shaky breath escaped you as his fingers splayed over your waist. You let out a small gasp as his grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer to his chest. You could feel the hard planes of his clothed body pressing against you, his heartbeat strong and relentless.

The top of your head fit perfectly beneath his chin, like a missing piece of a puzzle. He rested his chin on you, his steady breaths brushing the crown of your head, anchoring you to the warmth and strength of his hold.

His body pressed against yours, leaving no space, only the raw, burning presence of him surrounding you. Heat radiated from his chest, sinking through your clothes and into your skin, his form solid and unforgiving. You could feel the unmistakable hardness of his abs, like a carved masterpiece of control and restraint barely concealed beneath fabric.

Six-pack? No, it felt like more-an unyielding frame he held like a weapon, potent and intoxicating.

His thumb moved in slow, deliberate circles over your waist, each stroke commanding the tension in your muscles to melt away, unraveling you with each touch. Yet his nearness, the weight of his presence, was nearly unbearable, setting fire to every nerve. You bit down on your lip, fighting the shiver that threatened to betray you, holding yourself back from trembling beneath his touch.

With a lingering kiss on the top of your head, he shifted, lowering his face into the curve of your neck, breathing you in. His hands tightened, pressing you firmly to him as his mouth hovered over your skin, his breath grazing over the sensitive spot beneath your ear. The warmth of his lips brushed your pulse, The feeling sent a bolt of weakness through you, and your knees quivered.

If it weren't for his strong arms around your waist, you might have collapsed.

"You're a drug, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a low, dark confession against your neck. "And I'm a damn addict. I can't help but lose myself in you."

His lips brushed against your neck, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses- delicate, torturous, and entirely consuming.

His hand traced up along your jawline, firm and commanding, before he cupped your face, his large, calloused palm cradling you with a gentle possessiveness. His other hand stayed planted at your waist, holding you close, as if letting go wasn't an option. His fingers tilted your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his, the intensity in his dark eyes leaving you spellbound.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, lips warm and unhurried, as though savoring every second of closeness. His mouth then moved lower, brushing over each eyelid, featherlight, and filled with a tenderness, making you close your eyes. He kissed the curve of each cheek, slow and deliberate, marking you with touches that felt both protective and possessive, leaving you vulnerable beneath his gentle hold.

But then his lips found yours, igniting a rush of sensation that stole your breath. Your eyes snapped open, heart racing, caught off guard by the feel of his mouth against yours, firm yet achingly gentle. You froze, unable to process the overwhelming intimacy as he pressed his lips-

Softly, Deeply, Claiming yours in a moment that held affection.

Pure affection.............

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