3RD PERSON POV

As the couple entered the cacophony of the dining room, the chaotic energy abruptly dissipated into silence.

Rumors had been swirling within the underworld circles about Jungkook's connection to a woman. Yet no one truly believed she would stay in his life, let alone be marked with the same curse he bore. In their world, it was common for men to indulge fleetingly, but rare—unthinkable—to anchor themselves to one woman.

Jungkook and Y/n moved with quiet confidence through the sea of people, the crowd instinctively parting to create a path for them. Whispers rippled like a current, but the palpable hush lifted when Jungkook’s sharp glare swept across the room, a warning to ensure his angel felt no discomfort in his domain.

As the atmosphere resumed its frenzied rhythm—grinding bodies, pulsating lights, and the haze of smoke and alcohol—Y/n felt out of place amidst it all. She had grown accustomed to the tranquil seclusion of Jungkook's mansion and had never dared to step into a club, envisioning it as a realm of reckless abandon. Yet, with Jungkook by her side, his presence was a reassuring anchor. She clung to him tightly, unable to imagine what she would do if he strayed even a step away.

Jungkook, perched by the bar, downed shot after shot, the fiery liquid sliding down his throat as if it were water. He paid no mind to the shameless way Y/n’s eyes lingered on him. Her gaze, fascinated by his transformation, traced the contours of his black ensemble—his matching hair, feathered wings, and the mask he wore, nearly identical to her own. Their only color came from their luminous eyes: her piercing blue, his a vivid yellow.

When Jungkook caught her staring, their eyes locked for a moment. Embarrassed, she quickly glanced away, her cheeks flushed. He chuckled softly, pulling her closer, tempted to settle her onto his lap. Yet he refrained, knowing she wouldn’t be at ease. Jungkook was all too aware of the trust he had broken before, when he had changed her irrevocably. Now, he was determined to rebuild that trust, to handle her with care.

After downing another shot, Jungkook noticed her attention shift toward the crowd, her gaze freezing on an approaching figure. It was Jackson, one of his trusted gun dealers. Jungkook stood, setting his glass down with a quiet finality, and greeted the tanned man with a firm handshake.

Left alone, Y/n’s eyes wandered until they settled on the bartender preparing a vivid pink cocktail. Drawn by its charm, she ordered one, and it was placed before her in mere moments. As she reached for it, a gentle kiss landed on her forehead. Startled, she looked up to see Jungkook.

“I need to step away for a moment, love. Stay here; I’ll be back soon,” he murmured with a soft smile before walking off with Jackson. Left to her drink, Y/n barely had time to sip it before an unfamiliar voice cut in.

“You’re so lucky to have a man like that,” a woman with bleach-blonde hair and a shimmering pink dress commented, her tone light yet laced with something veiled.

“I… suppose so,” Y/n replied hesitantly. The woman giggled at her reserved response.

“I’m Yeji,” she introduced herself, extending a manicured hand. Y/n shook it cautiously, mirroring the introduction. Something about Yeji felt off—her smile too polished, her eyes holding an unreadable glint.

Taking a tentative sip of her drink, Y/n immediately grimaced, recoiling from its strength. Yeji’s laugh rang out. “One of the strongest here!” she quipped. But as Y/n’s stomach churned violently, her face paled, and she staggered upright.

“Oh my gosh, let me help you!” Yeji exclaimed, grabbing Y/n’s arms to steady her.

“N-No, I’m fine,” Y/n mumbled, breaking away as she wove through the crowd, desperate to escape. Her nausea escalated, the acidic tang of bile rising in her throat. She called out for him in a strained voice. “Jungkook!”

Her cries went unanswered as she stumbled into the cool night air on a secluded balcony. Leaning over the railing, she emptied her stomach, gasping for breath as the nausea slowly subsided. A familiar presence made her turn, her eyes lighting up when she saw him.

“Jungkook!” she cried, throwing herself into his arms.

He tensed slightly at her sudden embrace but quickly softened. Tilting her chin upward with his finger, he studied her face, his gaze darkening. “You’re such a lightweight,” he teased, his voice low as he exhaled a plume of cigarette smoke.

Her eyes widened. “You smoke?” she asked incredulously.

“Obviously.” He smirked, expecting a lecture. But instead, her lips curved into a mischievous smile.

“Can I try?” she asked, her tone unexpectedly bold.

Jungkook blinked, startled, before chuckling. “You? Smoking?”

She nodded eagerly, her curiosity piqued. He dropped the cigarette, crushing it underfoot. When she pouted, he cupped her face and blew a delicate puff of smoke into her mouth. She closed her eyes, humming softly, exhaling the smoke with an almost childlike wonder.

"You’re something else," Jungkook murmured, his eyes raking over her. Her innocent curiosity, the way she made even the darkest moments seem light—it all made his heart ache with a love he barely understood.

“You look amazing tonight,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping an octave. This time, she didn’t retreat, instead waiting for him to bridge the distance. Her arms looped around his neck as his hands found her waist, pulling her against him.

And then, with no more words left to say, his lips claimed hers. The kiss was fervent, filled with unspoken emotions. When they finally broke apart, her breath was shallow, her voice soft.

“Do I take your breath away?” he teased, his tone smug.

“Yes, Jungkook,” she whispered, resting her head against his chest. “Take me home.”

With a nod, he wrapped an arm protectively around her waist, guiding her through the murmuring crowd. The whispers didn’t faze them; they existed in their own world. The limo awaited them at the entrance, the driver promptly opening the door.

Once inside, Y/n found herself nestled against Jungkook’s lap, her head resting on his thigh as he gazed out the window. Her eyes traced the sharp angles of his jawline, her lips curling into a dreamy smile.

“Jungkook…” she murmured, the name tumbling from her lips like a melody.

His eyes softened as he looked down at her. “Say it again,” he commanded gently, brushing his fingers along her cheek.

“Jungkook,” she repeated, her voice like a caress.

“Again,” he urged, his resolve crumbling as her hands pulled him closer.

And in that moment, amid the silence of the night and the hum of the city outside, they both silently vowed to hold onto this fleeting serenity for as long as they could.

I just want to be the one you love.

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"In my heart, I have but one desire,
And that one is you,
no other will do"
-I Don't Want To Set The World On Fire