CHAPTER 5 — THE GOLDEN IDOL
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Aarya had been trapped in the penthouse for five days.
Five long.
Frustrating.
Infuriating days.
Five days of glaring at Jeon Jungkook.
Five days of being glared at in return.
Five days of failed escape attempts.
At this point, even the bodyguards outside seemed amused whenever she tried something new.
She was beginning to suspect they had bets on her.
Which only made her more annoyed.
Currently, she sat curled up on the living room couch, pretending to read a book while secretly plotting at least three different escape routes.
None of which were particularly good.
But desperation made people creative.
Unfortunately, it also made them stupid.
And Aarya was rapidly becoming both.
The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts.
She looked up.
Jungkook descended the staircase.
For a moment—
she forgot how to breathe.
Not because she wanted to.
Definitely not because she wanted to.
But because he looked...
different.
Very different.
Gone were the black shirts and intimidating mafia-boss vibes.
Today he wore light blue jeans and a simple oversized white sweater.
His dark hair fell naturally across his forehead.
No sharp expressions.
No cold eyes.
No dangerous aura.
He looked...
young.
Normal.
Human.
Aarya immediately hated it.
Because it made it harder to remember he was a criminal.
Jungkook noticed her staring.
His eyebrow lifted slightly.
Aarya instantly looked away.
Pretending she hadn't been staring.
Pretending she hadn't noticed anything.
Pretending her heart hadn't skipped.
"You're staring."
Her eyes widened.
"I wasn't."
"You were."
"I wasn't."
"You were."
Aarya glared.
Jungkook smirked.
The arrogant jerk.
"I have somewhere to be today."
She folded her arms.
"Good for you."
His amusement deepened.
"You'll stay here."
"No."
His expression remained calm.
"That's not a request."
"Then my answer is still no."
Silence.
Jungkook looked completely unbothered.
Which somehow bothered her.
A lot.
"You'll stay here."
"And you'll stop acting like a dictator."
A pause.
Then—
"I won't."
Aarya groaned dramatically and dropped back onto the couch.
Impossible.
The man was impossible.
A few minutes later, he headed toward the door.
One of the bodyguards opened it.
Jungkook paused.
Then looked back at her.
Their eyes met.
For some reason—
neither looked away immediately.
Aarya hated how intense his gaze always felt.
As if he was seeing things she didn't want anyone to see.
As if he could read every thought in her head.
It was unsettling.
And dangerous.
Then—
he left.
The door closed.
The penthouse became silent once more.
Aarya immediately sat up.
Freedom.
Temporary freedom.
The best kind.
She waited ten minutes.
Then twenty.
Then thirty.
Just in case.
Finally—
she grabbed her chance.
One hour later, she found herself sneaking through parts of the penthouse she hadn't explored yet.
Specifically—
the area Jungkook had forbidden.
His office.
The massive black doors stood at the end of a hallway.
Aarya grinned.
Rule Number Two.
You do not touch my office.
Well.
That sounded like a challenge.
And Aarya loved challenges.
Slowly, she pushed the door open.
The room was enormous.
Dark wood.
Floor-to-ceiling windows.
Bookshelves.
Computers.
Files.
Everything perfectly organized.
Everything perfectly controlled.
Just like him.
Aarya wandered further inside.
Looking around.
Searching.
For what?
She wasn't entirely sure.
Answers.
Maybe.
Proof.
Definitely.
There had to be something connecting him to whatever criminal empire he was running.
Her fingers brushed across the desk.
Then—
something caught her eye.
A television screen mounted on the wall.
It was playing a live broadcast.
A huge crowd.
Thousands of people.
Screaming.
Cheering.
Holding signs.
Aarya frowned.
What—
Then she saw him.
Jungkook.
Standing on stage.
Smiling.
Waving.
Laughing.
And the world exploded around him.
The crowd screamed louder.
People cried.
Some looked like they might faint.
Aarya stared.
Completely frozen.
Because this wasn't the man she knew.
This Jungkook looked warm.
Kind.
Gentle.
His smile reached his eyes.
His laugh sounded genuine.
He thanked fans.
Blew kisses.
Spoke softly.
The audience adored him.
No.
They worshipped him.
Aarya couldn't look away.
It felt impossible.
Like watching two completely different people.
How could the same man exist in both worlds?
How could the man who threatened people with a single look...
also be the man making an entire stadium smile?
It didn't make sense.
None of it made sense.
The broadcast continued.
A fan shouted something.
Jungkook laughed.
The crowd went wild.
And for a split second—
Aarya saw it.
The smile.
The real one.
Not the smirk he gave her.
Not the dangerous smile.
A genuine smile.
Beautiful.
Effortless.
Dangerously attractive.
Her chest tightened unexpectedly.
No.
Absolutely not.
She was not falling for a pretty smile.
She was smarter than that.
Much smarter.
Right?
...Right?
A familiar voice suddenly spoke behind her.
"Interesting."
Aarya nearly jumped out of her skin.
She spun around.
Jungkook stood in the doorway.
Watching her.
His expression unreadable.
Her heart immediately launched into panic mode.
"How are you back already?"
One corner of his mouth lifted.
"I live here."
"That's not what I meant."
His gaze shifted toward the screen.
Then back to her.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
"You broke another rule."
Aarya winced.
Fair.
She had.
But still—
"I was curious."
Jungkook stepped into the room.
The atmosphere instantly changed.
It always did.
Like darkness entering a room.
Like gravity becoming heavier.
His eyes remained fixed on her.
"You watched the broadcast."
It wasn't a question.
A statement.
Aarya swallowed.
"Yes."
Silence.
Then—
"Thoughts?"
The question surprised her.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Finally—
"You're different."
Something flickered across his face.
Gone instantly.
"Different how?"
Aarya hesitated.
Then decided honesty wouldn't kill her.
Probably.
"The man on that stage..." she said quietly.
"He doesn't look like you."
The room became silent.
Very silent.
Jungkook looked at her.
Long.
Steady.
Intense.
Then—
a small smile appeared.
Not the dangerous one.
Not the cold one.
Something softer.
Something rare.
"The man on that stage is part of me."
Aarya frowned.
"And the mafia boss?"
His eyes darkened.
Immediately.
"He's part of me too."
The softness vanished.
Just like that.
As if it had never existed.
Aarya felt a strange ache in her chest.
An unfamiliar feeling.
Confusion.
Because for the first time—
she realized something important.
Jungkook wasn't pretending.
Not entirely.
The idol was real.
The monster was real.
Both existed.
Both were him.
And somehow—
that frightened her more than anything else.
Because monsters were easy to hate.
But human beings?
Human beings were complicated.
And complications were dangerous.
Especially when they came with dark eyes, dangerous smiles, and the power to destroy your heart without even trying.
As Jungkook continued watching her—
something shifted inside him too.
Something possessive.
Something growing.
Something he wasn't ready to name.
Yet.
Because for the first time in years—
someone was looking at both sides of him.
And hadn't run away.
- Writer
