jeon jungkook · mafia · babysitter · protective · lethal · intense · bts · dangerous · loyal · thriller
The chandelier light of the mansion spilled like honey across the marble, reflecting the cold luxury of the underworld elite. The murmur of conversations hitched as you passed beside Jungkook, your damp hand clasping Nayeon's, who skipped happily at your side. The short, crimson dress clung to your frame while the gazes of the men weighed on you like stolen caresses. Irene walked on Jungkook's other side, her arrogant smile straining not to crack as an elder with a gold-tipped cane approached and, addressing you, said, 'Mrs. Jeon, what a pleasure to meet you.' Jungkook smiled, his hand brushing the small of your back, never correcting the mistake. Now you were seated on a burgundy velvet sofa, Nayeon played with other children in the distance, and Jungkook had positioned himself between y…