Y/N stood in front of her bedroom mirror, adjusting the towel wrapped around her. The soft music from her Bluetooth speaker filled the air as she danced, feeling free for the first time in weeks. The lavish décor of her room felt constricting; being the daughter of Park Seojoon, the most powerful mafia boss in the city, weighed heavily on her.
“Y/N!” Jiah’s texted her. “Are you ready for our girls’ night?”
“Just a second!” Y/N replied her back, with lots of excitement.
Just as she was about to continue dancing, the door swung open. In walked Jeon Jungkook, her bodyguard, with a serious expression. His tall, muscular frame filled the doorway, and his cold demeanor made her heart drop.
“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, his voice low and firm.
Y/N felt her cheeks flush with frustrated tone. “What does it look like? I’m just—”
“Dancing in a towel? You can’t just—” He paused, realizing how ridiculous he sounded. “You need to be careful. Your father wouldn’t approve.”
She rolled her eyes, frustration bubbling to the surface. “I’m not a child, Jungkook. I can take care of myself.”
He stepped closer, his expression softening slightly, but the tension remained. “I know, but it’s my job to protect you.”
“Protect me from what? Myself?” Y/N challenged, crossing her arms defiantly.
Jungkook stare at her his gaze unwavering, as if he’s seen it all before then he turned back walks away without saying anything..
Y/N muttered herself “Huh stupid”
Later that night, Y/N and Jiah arrived at a local club, eager to unwind. The music pulsed through the air, and Y/N felt a rush of adrenaline. She spotted Rowoon, the charming son of one of her father’s associates. He approached her with a confident grin.
“Y/N, you look stunning tonight,” Rowoon said, leaning close enough for her to catch his scent—something intoxicating.
“Thanks, Rowoon,” she replied, her heart fluttering.
Jungkook stood off to the side, arms crossed, watching them. His expression was unreadable, but Y/N could sense the tension radiating from him.
“Dance with me?” Rowoon asked, extending his hand.
Y/N glanced back at Jungkook, who remained stoic. “Sure,” she answered, taking Rowoon’s hand and stepping onto the dance floor.
As they danced, Y/N lost herself in the music, but Jungkook’s piercing gaze lingered in her mind. The way he watched her made her feel both exhilarated and trapped.
As the night wore on, Y/N and Rowoon grew closer. They shared laughter and flirtation, and she felt a thrill of rebellion. But there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, one that Jungkook had tried to voice before.
“Y/N, can we talk?” Jungkook interrupted, his voice cutting through the noise.
“Can’t it wait? I’m having fun!” she snapped, irritation flaring.
“Fun? With him?” Jungkook’s tone darkened. “You don’t know who he really is.”
“Stop it, Jungkook. I know Rowoon. He’s just a guy I like,” Y/N retorted, her temper rising.
“That’s just it,” Jungkook insisted. “He’s the son of Park Baek Seo. He’s playing you.”
Y/N froze, disbelief washing over her. “You’re just jealous because you want to control me!”
“Jealous? No, Y/N. I’m trying to protect you!” Jungkook replied, frustration evident.
“Protect me? From what? Love?” she shot back, storming away.
Days turned into weeks, and Y/N’s relationship with Rowoon intensified. One evening, he pulled her aside in a secluded corner of the club.
“Y/N, we need to talk,” Rowoon said, his voice low and urgent.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, sensing his seriousness.
“I want to marry you. Right now,” he declared, his eyes blazing.
“Marry me? That’s too fast,” she replied, feeling uneasy. “Can’t we take our time?”
Rowoon’s expression hardened. “No. We have to move quickly. You’re mine, Y/N.”
Panic surged through her. “Rowoon, this feels wrong.”
“You don’t get to say no,” he asserted, stepping closer. “This is happening.” He kissed her forcefully
As he kissed Y/N felt a chill run down her spine. Something about his urgency unnerved her.
The next day, Y/N went to a café to meet her best friend, Jiah. She sat in a chair, waiting for her bestie, but her mind was racing with doubts about Rowoon. Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the house. Before she could react, Rowoon and his father, Park Baek Seo, burst in.
“Y/N, you’re coming with us,” Baek Seo ordered, his voice cold.
“Let me go!” Y/N screamed, struggling against their grip.
Rowoon grabbed her arm tightly. “You’re not safe here. We need you to fulfill our plans.”
“Plans? What plans?” Y/N shouted, confusion and fear swirling within her.
Without answering, they shoved her into a car, and her heart sank as she realized the gravity of the situation.
After hours of driving, they arrived at an abandoned warehouse. Y/N was pulled out of the car, her heart pounding. Rowoon and Baek Seo stood before her, their expressions cold and calculating.
“Call your father,” Baek Seo ordered, handing her a phone. “Tell him to give us all the secrets of the Park mafia, or else…”
Y/N’s heart raced as she dialed her father’s number, dread settling in her stomach.
“Y/N! What’s wrong?” Seojoon’s voice was filled with panic.
“Dad, they’ve taken me,” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “They want secrets from you.”
“Y/N!” he shouted, fear palpable in his voice. “Stay calm. I’ll get you back!”
“Jungkook!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “Help me!”
Back at the mansion, Park Seojoon was beside himself with worry. He turned to Jungkook, desperation in his eyes. “How could you let this happen?”
“Sir, I promise I will bring her back safely,” Jungkook replied, determination shining in his eyes.
“Promise? Your job is to protect her! Bring my team with you and protect my daughter at any cost!” Seojoon roared, but Jungkook remained resolute.
“Sir i don’t need any team. I’ve my own way but I won’t fail you. I’ll find her,” Jungkook insisted, his heart racing.
Jungkook gathered a small team, including Chen, a tech expert, and Jiah, who had always supported Y/N. They devised a plan to infiltrate the warehouse and rescue her.
“Chen, you’ll handle the surveillance,” Jungkook ordered. “Jiah, you’ll stay with me.”
As night fell, they approached the warehouse, shadows moving stealthily. Jungkook’s heart raced; he had to get Y/N back.
“Stay close,” he whispered to Jiah. “We move on my signal.”
Inside, Y/N was terrified but refused to give in. “You’ll never get away with this,” she spat at Rowoon.
Rowoon stepped forward, frustration evident. “You don’t understand, Y/N. This is bigger than you.”
Just as Rowoon was about to respond, the door burst open. Jungkook charged in, eyes blazing. “Step away from her!”
Y/N’s heart soared at the sight of him. “Jungkook!”
Rowoon turned, surprise etched on his face. “You?!”
“Let her go, or I swear I’ll make you regret it,” Jungkook warned, his voice low and dangerous.
Baek Seo stepped forward, a smug smile on his lips. “You think you can take her from us?”
Jungkook clenched his fists. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with.You just touched in my soul now I’ll make you officially regret for that”
A fierce confrontation erupted, fists flying and bodies colliding as baek seo collapsed on ground Jungkook fought with a determination fueled by his love for Y/N. He dodged Rowoon’s punches, his movements fluid and precise.
“Y/N, get back!” he shouted, protecting her from the chaos.
With a final blow, Jungkook pointed gun at him as he knocked Rowoon to the ground, securing his victory. Panting, he turned to Y/N, relief flooding over him. “Are you okay?”
“I am now,” she replied, tears of gratitude in her eyes. Jungkook hugs her as he’s comforting her
Once Y/N was safe, Jungkook wasted no time in contacting her father. “Sir, I have Y/N. She’s safe.”
Seojoon’s voice broke with emotion. “Thank you, Jungkook. I knew I could count on you.”
When they returned to the mansion, Y/N was enveloped in her father’s embrace. “I was so worried,” he whispered.
“I’m okay, Dad,” she replied, her voice trembling. “Thanks to Jungkook.”
Seojoon looked at Jungkook, gratitude shining in his eyes. “You’ve more than proven yourself.”
In the following days, Y/N and Jungkook spent more time together. The tension between them had shifted, blossoming into something beautiful.
One evening, as they strolled through the garden, Y/N turned to Jungkook. “I was wrong about you.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Oh? How so?”
“I thought you were just a cold bodyguard, but you care so much,” she admitted, her heart racing. “You saved me.”
“I couldn’t let anything happen to you,” Jungkook replied, his voice sincere. “You mean more to me than just my job. I am not only the bodyguard im the gurd of your heart”
Y/N felt a flutter in her chest. Is that so umm Jungkook “I… I think I feel for you”
Jungkook’s eyes widened in surprise. “You do?”
“Yes,” Y/N said, her voice steady. “I do.”
Days turned into weeks, and their relationship blossomed. One starlit evening, Jungkook led Y/N to a secluded spot in the garden.
“Y/N,” he began, his voice steady. “I’ve fought for you, protected you, and through it all, I’ve realized that I can’t imagine my life without you.”
He knelt down, pulling out a ring. “Will you marry me?”
Tears filled Y/N’s eyes as she nodded. “Yes! A millions times, yes!”
As Jungkook slipped the ring onto her finger, they embraced, knowing they had overcome the shadows of their past and were stepping into a bright future together.
Their wedding was a beautiful affair, attended by family and friends. Park Seojoon gave his blessing, realizing that Jungkook was the man who would protect his daughter for a lifetime. As they exchanged vows, Y/N felt a sense of peace. She had faced danger, betrayal, and heartbreak, but in the end, she had found her true love. Hand in hand, Y/N and Jungkook stepped into their new life, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in love and commitment. After wedding ceremony later as they settled onto the plush bed adorned with rose petals, the air was thick with anticipation. Jungkook leaned in, capturing Y/N’s lips in a tender kiss that deepened into something more passionate. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, exploring the depths of their love. Every kiss, every gentle caress ignited a fire within them, a blend of tenderness and desire. Jungkook’s hands traced Y/N’s curves, and she responded with soft moans, their chemistry electric. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them in their private paradise.
