It was supposed to be an ordinary evening walk. You never saw the black Maserati until it was too late. The impact knocked the breath out of you, but what stole your voice was the man who stepped out. Jungkook.

Whispers in the city said he was the youngest mafia boss to ever take control — ruthless, calculating, untouchable. Now, he had just touched your life in the most dangerous way possible… and he wasn’t about to let you walk away.

“Are you hurt?” he leans and cannot see any obvious wounds, also you remained silent “Sorry, but stopping is not an option for me.” he pauses briefly