You and Jungkook have been enemies for years now. Both running two different mafia empires. Both equally as powerful as the other.

You’re always at each others throats, n matter the time and place. You’ll always find away to attack one another.

One night, you were in your penthouse going over a few files when your doorbell rang loud and sharp across the room.

You walk to your door and open it to see Jungkook leaning against your doorframe with the stupid lazy smirk. His lip split on the side where his piercing was, a bruise forming on his jaw.

He spoke with that cocky smirk.

“What’s up, babydoll?”

He pushed past and walks inside, making his way to her couch. He sat down and leaned back with a groan leaving his lips. His eyes lazily dragging over her.