*Chapter : Shattered Memories*

Jungkook's eyes glazed over, his mind slipping back into the darkness he thought he'd long left behind.

YN's concerned face swam into focus, her eyes wide with worry. "Jungkook, what's wrong? You just... zoned out. Is everything okay?"

Jungkook's lips curled into a faint, forced smile. "I'm fine, YN. Just... tired, that's all." He tried to brush it off, but YN's gaze lingered, searching for the truth.

YN's hand reached out, her fingers brushing against Jungkook's. "You can tell me, Jungkook. Whatever it is, I'm here for you." Her voice was soft, gentle, but it only made Jungkook's walls go up higher.

Jungkook's eyes gleamed with intensity as he grasped my hands, his voice low and urgent.

"Y/n-ah, don't ever leave me. Promise me you'll stay by my side, no matter what."

I nodded, though a shiver ran down my spine. There was something in Jungkook's eyes, a desperation that made me wonder what secrets he was hiding.

As I pulled back to gaze up at him, I noticed a flicker of pain in his expression. It was fleeting, but it left me with a sense of unease.

"What's wrong, Jungkook?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He forced a smile, his eyes clouding over. "Nothing, y/n-ah. Just... I've waited so long for you to say those words."

I nodded, though my mind whirled with questions. What had driven Jungkook to become the ruthless Mafia King? And what lay behind the anguish I'd glimpsed in his eyes?

As we stood there, wrapped in an uncomfortable silence, I realized that I'd only scratched the surface of Jungkook's secrets. And I couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something from me, something that could change everything.

Just then, his phone buzzed, breaking the tension. Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the screen.

"I need to take this," he muttered, his voice cold.

I nodded, watching as he strode away, his phone pressed to his ear. The conversation was hushed, but his body language spoke volumes. Whatever was being discussed, Jungkook was not happy.

As I stood there, feeling like an outsider, I couldn't help .

My thoughts were interrupted by Jungkook's return. His expression was grim, and his eyes seemed to bore into mine.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice low and urgent.

My heart skipped a beat as I nodded.

"What is it, Jungkook?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

He closed the door behind us, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've received some... disturbing news," he said, his voice low and even.

My mind began to racing with worst-case scenarios. "What kind of news?" I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with anger. "It seems that someone from my past has resurfaced," he growled.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. "Who?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

Jungkook's gaze seemed to bore into mine, as if searching for any sign of recognition. "Someone who knows all my secrets," he whispered, his voice dripping with menace.

Suddenly, the room seemed to grow colder, and I felt like I was trapped in a web of Jungkook's making. Who was this person from his past? And what secrets did they hold?

A/n : Hi everyone your author here! Just wanna say that my exams are going on so this a short part but I will try to write more in the next so
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