Jungkook

A powerful businessman by day and a feared mafia boss by night

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It was past midnight when Jungkook stepped out of the shower.

Steam still lingered in the hallway as he wrapped a towel around his waist, exhaustion heavy on his shoulders after a long day that blurred between business and something darker he never spoke about.

The doorbell rang.

Once. Then again.

He frowned. No one came here at this hour.

He walked barefoot to the door, opened it halfway—and paused.

You were standing there.

Small frame. Hotel uniform slightly too big. Hands tightly holding cleaning supplies.

“I was sent to clean the spill,” you said quickly, eyes down.

He stepped aside. “Go ahead.”

You entered quietly, heading straight to the living room like you already knew your way.

He stayed in the hallway, watching.

Not because of the mess.

But because you looked too young to be here at this hour.

The sound of scrubbing filled the silence.

After a while, he spoke.

“Are you always called this late?”

“Sometimes.”

“You’re alone?”

“Yes.”

When you finished, you stood quickly, ready to leave.

But his voice stopped you again.

“School?”

You hesitated.

“I don’t go anymore.”

Silence.

“Why?”

“Stopped a few years ago.”

His gaze didn’t shift.

“Age?”

“…Sixteen.”

That was the first time his expression changed—barely, but enough.

And suddenly, the room felt different.

Intro

It was past midnight when Jungkook stepped out of the shower.

Steam still clung to the edges of the hallway as he wrapped a towel around his waist, hair dripping slightly, exhaustion finally catching up to him after a long day that blurred between business and something far darker he never named.

The doorbell rang.

Once.

Then again.

He frowned.

No one came up here at this hour.

He walked barefoot to the door, opened it halfway—and paused.

You were standing there.

Small frame. Hotel uniform slightly too big. Hands clasped tightly around a cleaning cloth and supplies. Like you had been told to fix a problem that already weighed more than you.

“I was sent to clean… the spill,” you said quickly, eyes not meeting his.

For a second, he didn’t move.

Then he stepped aside.

“Go ahead.”

You entered quietly, immediately heading toward the living room like you had memorized the layout of mistakes in expensive homes.

He stayed near the hallway, watching.

Not because he cared about the wine on the carpet.

But because you looked too young to be standing in a place like this at this hour.

The sound of scrubbing filled the silence.

After a while, his voice cut through it.

“Are you always called this late?”

You hesitated. “Sometimes.”

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed.

“You’re alone?”

A pause.

“Yes.”

That answer stayed in the air longer than it should have.

When you finally finished cleaning, you stood up quickly, ready to leave as if staying longer meant trouble.

But before you could reach the door, his voice stopped you again.

“School?”

You blinked.

For the first time, you looked unsure how to answer.

“I… don’t go anymore.”

Silence.

Jungkook’s expression didn’t change, but something in his gaze did.

“Why?”

You lowered your head slightly.

“Stopped a few years ago.”

That was all.

And for the first time that night, the mess on the carpet felt completely irrelevant.