CHAPTER 13 — POSSESSION
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Aarya officially decided that Jeon Jungkook had lost his mind.
Completely.
Absolutely.
Irreversibly.
Lost.
Three days had passed since the threatening photographs.
And in those three days—
Jungkook hadn't left her alone for more than ten minutes.
Ten.
Minutes.
That was it.
Everywhere she went—
he appeared.
The kitchen.
The library.
The terrace.
The living room.
Once, she'd even turned around and found him standing silently behind her while she was making coffee.
She had nearly thrown the mug at his face.
"You are impossible."
Jungkook didn't even glance up from the file he was reading.
"You've mentioned that."
Aarya folded her arms.
"Three times today."
"Five."
Her eye twitched.
"That's not helping."
"Good."
She grabbed a cushion.
He looked up immediately.
"Don't."
Aarya smiled sweetly.
Then threw it.
The cushion smacked directly into his chest.
Victory.
Tiny victory.
But still victory.
Unfortunately—
Jungkook barely reacted.
Instead, he simply picked up the cushion and placed it beside him.
Like she was a mildly annoying child.
The audacity.
The worst part?
The bodyguards.
There were bodyguards everywhere.
Outside the penthouse.
Inside the penthouse.
Near the elevator.
Near the entrance.
Near every possible exit.
Aarya was convinced they were multiplying.
Like rabbits.
Very intimidating rabbits.
"This is ridiculous."
Jungkook signed another document.
"Mm."
"I'm serious."
"Mm."
She glared.
Hard.
"Stop saying mm."
That finally earned her his attention.
His dark eyes lifted from the papers.
Immediately finding her.
Always finding her.
"Then stop complaining."
Aarya threw another cushion.
This one missed.
Tragic.
That evening—
things got worse.
Much worse.
Because Jungkook had a meeting.
A mafia meeting.
Normally, he'd leave.
Today—
he didn't.
Instead—
he brought the meeting home.
Aarya discovered this when six extremely intimidating men walked into the penthouse.
Every single one looked dangerous.
Powerful.
Deadly.
And every single one immediately bowed their heads when Jungkook entered.
The sight unsettled her.
Because no matter how much she argued with him—
sometimes she forgot.
Forgot who he really was.
Forgot what he could do.
Forgot that people genuinely feared him.
The meeting began.
Aarya sat on the opposite side of the room with a book.
Pretending not to listen.
Very badly.
One of the men noticed.
His name was Kang.
Older.
Sharp eyes.
Dangerous smile.
He looked at Aarya.
Then at Jungkook.
Then smiled.
Aarya immediately disliked him.
"Boss."
The room fell silent.
Jungkook looked up.
Kang leaned back casually.
Too casually.
"You've changed."
Danger flashed through the room instantly.
Every man present froze.
Aarya noticed immediately.
Jungkook's expression remained calm.
Too calm.
"What do you mean?"
Kang chuckled.
"Three years ago, you would've attended this meeting alone."
Silence.
"Now?"
His gaze drifted toward Aarya.
A mistake.
A huge mistake.
"You can't even let the girl out of your sight."
The room became deathly quiet.
Aarya's heartbeat quickened.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Because Jungkook wasn't responding.
He was staring.
The same way a predator stared before attacking.
"Kang."
The man's smile faded instantly.
Jungkook's voice was quiet.
Soft.
Deadly.
"The next time you look at her..."
The room held its breath.
"...make sure it's the last thing you do."
Aarya's pulse stopped.
For a second.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody breathed.
Even Kang looked pale.
The message was clear.
Crystal clear.
Mine.
The word hung unspoken in the air.
Yet everyone understood it.
Including her.
Especially her.
The meeting ended shortly afterward.
The men practically fled.
Smart decision.
Very smart decision.
Once they were alone—
Aarya stood.
Immediately.
"What was that?"
Jungkook didn't answer.
Instead, he poured himself a glass of water.
Calm.
Collected.
As if he hadn't just threatened a man.
"You threatened him."
Still nothing.
"Jungkook."
Finally—
he looked at her.
"What?"
Her frustration exploded.
"What do you mean what?"
She stepped closer.
Heart racing.
"You acted like I belonged to you."
The words echoed through the room.
Silence followed.
Dangerous silence.
Jungkook stared at her.
Long.
Intensely.
Too intensely.
Then—
he set the glass down.
Slowly.
Carefully.
His gaze never leaving hers.
"And if I did?"
The air vanished from her lungs.
Aarya froze.
Her heartbeat slammed against her ribs.
Because for the first time—
he didn't deny it.
Not even a little.
The room suddenly felt much smaller.
Much warmer.
Much more dangerous.
Neither moved.
Neither looked away.
The tension stretched.
Thick.
Electric.
Unavoidable.
"Aarya."
Her pulse jumped.
"What?"
Jungkook took one step forward.
Then another.
Then another.
Until he stood directly in front of her.
Close.
Again.
Always close.
Too close.
"You keep asking questions."
His voice dropped lower.
Softer.
The way it always did when he was serious.
Truly serious.
Aarya swallowed.
"Maybe because nobody gives me answers."
Something flickered in his eyes.
A battle.
Internal.
Violent.
Then—
his gaze dropped.
Briefly.
To her lips.
Aarya's breath caught instantly.
The room went silent.
Her heartbeat became deafening.
Because suddenly—
she knew.
She knew exactly what was happening.
And so did he.
Neither moved.
Not even an inch.
But somehow—
the distance between them felt nonexistent.
Jungkook's eyes lifted again.
Meeting hers.
Dark.
Intense.
Possessive.
Aarya's pulse raced wildly.
Every logical thought disappeared.
Every argument vanished.
Everything narrowed down to this moment.
This space.
This impossible tension.
Slowly—
very slowly—
Jungkook lifted a hand.
His fingers brushed against her cheek.
Gentle.
Careful.
As though she were something fragile.
Something precious.
Something dangerous.
Aarya's breath trembled.
Neither looked away.
Neither could.
The world disappeared.
Leaving only them.
And for one terrifying moment—
she wanted him to close the distance.
Wanted it.
The realization frightened her.
A loud crash shattered the silence.
Both froze.
Instantly.
The moment vanished.
Jungkook turned toward the window.
His expression changing immediately.
Predator.
The mafia king returned.
Aarya followed his gaze.
And her blood ran cold.
The glass wall behind them—
had shattered.
Completely.
A bullet embedded itself deep into the marble floor.
Exactly where she'd been standing seconds ago.
The room exploded into chaos.
Alarms blared.
Bodyguards rushed inside.
Weapons drawn.
Voices shouted.
Orders echoed.
But Aarya heard none of it.
Because all she could focus on—
was the bullet.
The bullet meant for her.
Before panic could fully set in—
Jungkook grabbed her.
Pulling her against him.
Shielding her completely.
His arm wrapped around her protectively.
Possessively.
Like a human shield.
Like nothing in the world would reach her without going through him first.
"Aarya."
His voice was sharp.
Urgent.
Different.
"Look at me."
She did.
Immediately.
His hands framed her face.
Checking.
Searching.
Making sure she wasn't hurt.
"Aarya."
Her breath shook.
"I'm okay."
Relief flashed across his face.
Powerful.
Raw.
Gone instantly.
Replaced by pure rage.
The kind she'd never seen before.
The kind that terrified even her.
Jungkook looked toward the shattered glass.
Toward the city beyond.
Toward whoever had done this.
His eyes became lethal.
Absolutely lethal.
Then he spoke.
Four words.
Quiet.
Cold.
Terrifying.
"Find them. Now."
And somewhere in Seoul—
someone had just declared war on the most dangerous man in the city.
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