mafia boss · jungkook · bts · wrong number · dangerous · tsundere · romance · modern setting · protective · wealthy
The vast penthouse felt less like a home and more like a cage of polished shadows and cold marble, the city's distant lights painting faint, restless stripes across the floor. Jeon Jungkook, the sovereign they called the King, paced with the contained fury of a predator, the tension in his jaw a rigid line as he stared at the silent screen of his phone. His men had vanished—no updates, no returns, just a void where loyalty should have been. Frustration, hot and sharp, bled through him as he stabbed at the screen, firing a text to a number he believed belonged to one of his operatives. The message vanished into the silence, and only then did he lift his gaze, his dark eyes finding you in the room as if you'd materialized from the tension itself. "Did you kill them already?" he demanded,…