The cold marble floors of your father’s mansion had always been a place of power—his power. But today, they felt like a stage for betrayal.

“Be a good girl, Y/N,” your father said without looking at you. “This is just business.”

Business.

That’s what he called handing you over like a pawn in a blood-soaked game. You stood still, your hands clenched by your sides, eyes locked on the tall figure approaching from the shadows of the corridor.

Jeon Jungkook.

The Devil of Busan. The name made grown men flinch. You’d only heard whispers of him—stories about how he rose to power, carving his empire out of bodies and silence. Now he was here to claim you like a trophy.

His black suit was tailored to perfection, but it couldn’t disguise the predator beneath. Sharp eyes. A lip ring glinting with danger. He looked young—but the kind of young that survived wars, not birthdays.

“Y/N,” he said smoothly, eyes raking over you like you were his property already. “Nice to finally meet you.”

You said nothing.

He didn’t seem surprised. He just smirked and turned to your father. “I’ll take her now.”

Just like that.

No goodbye. No protest. No explanation.

Your father didn’t even look back.

---

The ride to Jungkook’s estate was silent, save for the low hum of the engine and the tension pressing down like storm clouds.

“You can stop glaring,” Jungkook finally said, not looking at you. “I didn’t kill your father. Yet.”

You scoffed. “You think this is funny? Kidnapping me like some medieval deal?”

He turned to you, his voice calm but dangerous. “You weren’t kidnapped, princess. You were given. He handed you over to save himself. You were the easiest thing to trade.”

The words hit harder than you expected.

“Then why did you accept?” you snapped. “What could you possibly want from me?”

His gaze didn’t waver. “You’ll find out. Soon.”

---

Jungkook’s estate was nothing like your father’s. It wasn’t marble and gold—it was stone, steel, and secrets. Guards stood everywhere, watching your every move. You weren’t chained, but you weren’t free either.

Your room was lavish, but cold. A gilded cage.

He visited every night.

Sometimes, he brought dinner. Sometimes, silence. Sometimes, questions.

“Why are you loyal to him?” he asked one night, swirling a glass of wine.

You glared. “He’s my father.”

“Is that loyalty… or survival?”

You didn’t answer. Not because you didn’t want to—but because you weren’t sure anymore.

He watched you like he already knew.

---

The days passed like smoke.

You tried to escape once.

You didn’t get far.

The moment you stepped beyond the back garden, two of Jungkook’s men appeared. They didn’t touch you—just escorted you back. And when you stormed into Jungkook’s office, demanding answers, he simply stood from his desk and crossed the room in two strides.

“You think I don’t see everything?” he murmured, caging you against the wall. “You don’t leave unless I let you.”

“Why?” you whispered, furious. “What do you want from me?”

His eyes dropped to your lips. “Everything.”

---

That night, you couldn’t sleep.

Not because of fear—but because of the way he looked at you. Like you were a puzzle he didn’t just want to solve—he wanted to own.

And disturbingly… a part of you didn’t mind.

He never forced you. Never touched you without reason. But the pull between you was undeniable. Dangerous. Magnetic.

---

It happened two weeks later.

You were in the grand hall, watching from the balcony as Jungkook negotiated with a rival gang. His voice was smooth, his posture regal. But his eyes flicked up to you.

Always watching.

Later that night, he entered your room, slow and calm like always. But something had changed. You saw it in his shoulders. The quiet rage.

“They tried to poison me,” he said casually, tossing his jacket on the couch. “Did you know?”

You stood from your chair. “What?”

“They used you. The drinks you touched, the food you smelled. It was enough to trace back. Your father didn’t just sell you—he used you as bait.”

You felt the blood drain from your face. “No… he wouldn’t…”

“He did.”

Silence thickened.

Then you whispered, “Are you going to kill me?”

Jungkook stepped closer. “Do you want me to?”

Your throat tightened. “No.”

“Good,” he said, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Because I won’t.”

Your heart thundered. “Why?”

His lips were close. His voice, softer than ever. “Because you’re the only thing I’ve ever wanted that wasn’t taken by force.”

---

The kiss was inevitable.

It burned like sin.

His lips were rough, demanding—but yours met them with equal fury. The hatred, the tension, the confusion—it all melted into heat. Hands roaming. Breath stolen.

He didn’t rush. He worshipped.

And you, once his enemy, melted into his arms like you were made for him.

That night, the Devil made you his favorite sin.

---

But peace never lasted in your world.

A week later, the estate was attacked.

Gunfire. Screams. Blood on marble floors.

You ran through the chaos, screaming Jungkook’s name—until you found him, wounded, fighting two masked men with nothing but a blade and rage.

You grabbed a fallen gun and fired.

The men dropped. Silence returned.

Jungkook turned to you, breathing hard. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I’m not leaving you,” you gasped.

He pulled you close, blood staining your dress. “You just killed for me.”

You nodded. “I’d do it again.”

And something in his eyes broke. The devil fell—for you.

---

Later, after the smoke cleared, Jungkook sat on the bed with you curled against him.

“I’ll kill your father,” he murmured.

You didn’t flinch. “Do it.”

“You’re not scared?”

“I trust you.”

He looked at you like you were fire and salvation.

“I don’t want to use you anymore, Y/N,” he said. “I want to keep you.”

You smiled, cupping his jaw. “Then do it.”

---

Two weeks later, your father was gone.

The details didn’t matter.

All that mattered was this: Jungkook chose you.

And for the first time in your life, you weren’t someone’s pawn.

You were the queen beside the devil.

The only woman he would ever burn for.

His favorite.

Forever.

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