Obsessed Mafia boss kidnapped his ex girlfriend

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The scent of roses and lilies lingered in the air, but all Jungkook could smell was her...the smell he remembered...

As Jungkook walked around the shop, admiring the flowers and the delicate setup Y/N had created, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing— a yearning for something more. There was something in the air tonight, something unspoken between them that hung heavy.

Y/N caught his gaze, her lips parting ever so slightly as she turned toward him. She had been avoiding this, avoiding him, but there was something undeniable about how much she still wanted him. Her heart ached with the memory of his touch, the weight of his love that once felt suffocating, but now… 

Now, it was the very thing that made her feel alive. She soon flipped the sign to Closed, pulling the curtain. He watched as she moved around the shop, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, adjusting a bouquet, pretending like she wasn’t shaking from the emotions threatening to consume her.

Jungkook wandered absentmindedly, fingertips grazing the delicate petals of white carnations. Soft, fragile— just like she had been in his arms once. But he knew better now. Y/N was anything but fragile.

And yet, when she turned to face him, something in her broke.

One second, she was standing across the room— the next, she was in his arms, pulling him down into a desperate, hungry kiss.

Jungkook froze for a fraction of a second, caught off guard by the force of it. The way she clutched onto him like he was air, like she’d been starving. His hands found her waist instinctively, pulling her closer, pressing her against him as if to make up for all the time lost.

And then he gave in.

The kiss turned feverish, messy, all-consuming. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, needing more, and he let her take what she wanted. He backed her against the counter, feeling the heat between them rise, feeling her sigh against his lips as she clung to him.

“Y/N…” His voice was a whisper, raw with need. “I’ve missed you. Missed this...”

Her breath hitched as she turned to face him. He was closer now, and his touch—his presence—was all-consuming. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the pull between them growing stronger with each passing second. Her fingers grazed his chest, the warmth of his skin sending a shockwave through her.

“You don’t get to come back into my life like this,” she whispered, her voice was trembling despite her words. But deep down, she knew. She knew she didn’t want to push him away. Not this time.

Somewhere in the haze, a vase tumbled to the ground, shattering. Water seeped across the floor, soaking into their shoes, but neither of them cared.

Jungkook only pulled back when the second vase tipped over, the splash of water snapping him back to reality. He breathed heavily, forehead resting against hers, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I’ll buy you new vases,” he murmured, voice was thick with amusement.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, cheeks flushed. “You’re really an idiot.”

Jungkook grinned, brushing his thumb over her swollen lips, “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

And as she pulled him into another kiss, he knew—this time, she wouldn’t be running away.

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Without warning, Jungkook pulled her closer, his lips crashing onto hers in a kiss that was hungry and desperate. It was no longer just about wanting; it was about needing. The way his mouth moved against hers, the way his hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, it was impossible to resist. Her body responded instinctively, her hands threading through his hair as she kissed him back just as fiercely.

The sound of another huge pot crashing to the floor broke the heated moment, but they were lost in eachother. Y/N’s back pressed against the couch, her breath coming in shallow gasps as Jungkook’s lips left hers and traveled down her neck. The sensation sent a wave of heat through her, and she gasped, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“God....you are...i love you so much,” he muttered against her skin, his lips brushing her ear.

Y/N laughed breathlessly, her body still trembling from the intensity of the kiss....and them m@k-ing out roughly.

“I love you too,” she whispered, as looked at him and then down where they were connected. He kissed her again. It was soft, genuine. And when he looked at her, the raw hunger in his eyes softened, replaced with something deeper.

With a sudden, unexpected gentleness, Jungkook pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands. 

“Tell me you want this, Y/N. Tell me you want me.” His voice was low, full of intensity, but there was a vulnerability there now, too.

Y/N’s heart raced, and she felt a sudden rush of emotion welling up inside her. It wasn’t just the desire that had been building between them, it was everything. 

The longing, the love, the memories of a time when they were together—when it felt like they belonged to each other. She looked into his eyes, and for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to admit what she felt.

“I want you, Jungkook,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but full of truth. She could feel his pulse quicken as the words left her mouth. It was a confession she hadn’t dared to make in so long, but now that she had, it was impossible to take back. She wanted him, all of him. But more than that, she needed to be with him in a way that was different from the past. This time, it wasn’t about possession. It was about choice. About love.

And Jungkook understood. He pulled her back into his arms, kissing her again, but this time it was slower, deeper. He took his time, savoring the feeling of her against him. His hi-ps moved slower and she m*@ned. The urgency of their previous kiss had transformed into something more meaningful. 

His hands traced her back, feeling the soft curve of her waist as he pulled her closer, like he wanted to become one with her....then his lips moved down to her neck once again, each kiss...longer than the last.

This time, it was more than just passion. It was understanding. The way they fit together, how their bodies moved in sync, spoke of a deeper connection—one that neither of them could deny any longer. 

The walls between them were crumbling, piece by piece, and neither of them cared about the mess they were making. They were finally here, together.

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