Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
Jungkook hovered above her and kissed her roughly and she emersed herself, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin. Their lips moved together in perfect sync, the passion and desire evident in every movement. His above her head pinning both of her hands. 
As they broke apart for a moment, she gasped for air, her eyes locked on his, and she saw the same hunger and lust reflected at her. She tried to take out his beast side as she knew as a mafia he would be lustfully wild in bed. She tried unhooking her bra and on the other hand, Jungkook took a condom out from his pocket and unzipped his pants, he was about to unbuckle his pants then 
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His phone rang 
"Fuck" he said, zipping his pants and moving towards the corner table to take his call
He picked up the call only to hear a loud shout from the other side 
"JEON JUNGKOOK WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU" - it was his hyung aka brother Kim Namjoon who was also his mafia business partner, they run the biggest mafia world in Asia along with 4 other members ( they aren't debuting yet )
"Hyung I-I'm with Jimin, I got some important business to do," Jungkook said panting and as Namjoon is someone who knows Jungkook knew where he was 
"STOP LOOKING AROUND GIRLS THERE AND COME BACK TO THE OFFICE A-S-A-P," Namjoon said in his hoarse deep voice.
"Ah hyung okay okay I'm coming", Jungkook said and cut the call, he sighed and put on his clothes 
"Not in your luck young lady", he said and put on his Rolex watch on his veiny tattoed and left making that woman there who was half naked angry and annoyed but a part of her was happy as at least she kissed THE MAN WHOM EVERYONE DESIRES TO COME CLOSER TO.


At the Kim Cooperation 
Y/N sat nervously in the office, her heart racing as she signed the contract. Yes contract, Taehyung asked the Lees to send their daughter to his company to sign a contract stating that she would only marry him i.e. The CEO of the Kim Cooperation. Her parents had convinced her that marrying the son of Kim Corporation would be a great opportunity, securing their family's financial future and elevating their social status. But as she put pen to paper, she couldn't shake off the feeling that she was making a mistake. She didn't love Taehyung, and her heart belonged to someone else - a kind and gentle soul who made her feel alive.
As she finished signing, the door opened and Taehyung walked in, his confident stride and piercing gaze making her feel even more trapped. He was tall and handsome, with chiselled features and a charming smile, but his eyes seemed to bore into her soul, lacking any genuine warmth.
"Congratulations, Y/N," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 
"You're now bound to me for life."
Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine as he approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. He hovered above her on the office chair, his hands on either side of her, trapping her. She could feel the heat of his body, his breath hot against her ear.
"Let's get one thing straight," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "I only signed this contract because I want a share of your family's property. And because you're beautiful. Marrying you will elevate my status in society, and I'll gain access to your family's connections and wealth."
Y/N felt a surge of anger and humiliation, her heart racing with fear. She tried to push him away, but he was too strong.
"You don't love me," she spat, trying to keep her voice steady.
Taehyung chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Love is a myth, Y/N. This is a business deal. And you're just a pawn in my game."
Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as she realized the true nature of their arrangement. She was nothing more than a tool for Taehyung's ambition, a means to an end. She felt suffocated, trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who only saw her as a stepping stone.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung's smile grew wider "Because I can. And because I always get what I want."
Y/N felt a wave of despair wash over her, knowing she was trapped in this loveless marriage, forced to spend her life with a man who didn't care for her. She longed for the warmth and love of her true soulmate, but that was a luxury she couldn't afford now.

On the other hand at JEON'S MAFIA HIDEOUT - 
Jungkook slumped against the dimly lit wall of the mafia hideout, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep and excessive drinking. The cigarette dangling from his lips seemed to burn with the intensity of his emotions, the smoke curling around his chiselled features like a mournful sigh. His usually radiant skin was now pale and clammy, his sharp jawline tense with anguish.
The dim lighting of the hideout accentuated the sharp angles of his face, making his eyes appear sunken and his cheekbones more pronounced. His black hair was messy and unkempt, a testament to the restless nights he had endured. The silver earring in his left ear glinted in the faint light, a reminder of the carefree person he once was.
"Jeon, snap out of it!" Namjoon's voice pierced the air, but Jungkook barely registered it. He was lost in the memories of Y/N, her bright smile and sparkling eyes haunting him like a ghost.
Jimin approached him cautiously, concern etched on his face. "Jungkook, we need to talk." He placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder, but it was shrugged off, the gesture almost violent.
Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on some distant memory, his eyes welling up with tears. "She's getting married," he whispered, his voice cracking like broken glass. The words seemed to tear from his throat, leaving him raw and exposed.
Namjoon and Jimin exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions a mix of empathy and frustration. They had seen Jungkook like this before, consumed by the memories of a love that seemed to haunt him like a ghost.
"she was never yours," Namjoon said gently, his voice a soft breeze on a summer day. "Her world is different from ours. She probably forgot about you."
Jungkook's eyes flashed with anger, the cigarette in his hand trembling with rage. But it was quickly replaced by a crushing sadness, the weight of his emotions threatening to suffocate him.
He took a long drag on his cigarette, the smoke curling around his face like a shroud. His eyes seemed to bore into the darkness, searching for answers that never came.
"She's marrying Kim Taehyung," he whispered, the name tasting like poison on his lips. The words seemed to hang in the air, a constant reminder of his heartache.
Jimin placed a hand on his shoulder again, this time more firmly. "Jungkook, you deserve better. Someone who loves you for who you are, not some distant memory."
But Jungkook's gaze remained fixed on the past, his heart refusing to let go of the love he thought he had found. The smoke from his cigarette swirled around him, a constant reminder of the pain that seemed to consume him whole.