They say the city never sleeps.
But that night... it felt dead.
Streets empty. Wind cold. Rain falling like whispers from the sky.
I was just trying to get home. That's it.
No drama. No trouble. Just home.
But fate had other plans.
I heard tires screech behind me...
A black SUV stopped. No number plate.
Tension gripped my throat as I turned around.
He stepped out. Black suit, drenched in rain. Hair slicked back. A silver ring shining on his hand.
His eyes met mine... cold... unreadable… like he'd seen a thousand deaths… maybe caused them too.
"You shouldn't walk alone at this hour," he said, voice deep and low like thunder in the distance.
My lips trembled. "I-I'm fine..."
He took a step closer. I took a step back.
"What's your name?" he asked, almost like a command.
I didn't answer.
He smirked. "You'll tell me... eventually."
Then he walked away, disappearing into the car.
I stood frozen, heart racing, mind spinning. Who was he?
I didn't know then...
That he wasn't just anyone.
He was Jungkook.
The youngest mafia king of Seoul.
Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable.
And from that night onward…
He started showing up everywhere I went.
At college. At the café. Even outside my home.
Watching.
Waiting.
Smirking.
Like I was part of a game I never agreed to play.
But it was too late.
I had already caught the attention of the devil himself...
And devils never play fair.