Yn's pov:-

I wasn't sleeping through the night.

The bed today seemed to be too cold instead of the weather being warm and having blankets on the bed. I had turned down the air conditioner but sleep and warmth won't bother to pay me the littlest visit.

A knock on my door made my senses more sharp as I took my phone off charging and looked at the time.

It was 12:29.

Half past midnight.

But it was probably Rico. He randomly comes up to check on me.

But he never knocks. Usually he would open the door, take a peak inside and leave from the doorway.

Yawning, I walk to the door, lazily opening to see the person outside.

Jungkook stood in a wife's beater and sweat pants, a thick file in his hand.

"Can I come in?" He asks.

I think about slamming the door to his face for a second but then driven by some whorish force I step aside to let him in.

Walking toward my bed I turn on the lights and take a seat, pulling the blankets around me so that Jungkook doesn't see me in my night things.

"What is it?" I yawn.

"I just wanted to talk to you about something." He mumbles opening the blue folder.

Some legal documents, and some stack of printed papers are neatly arranged on top of another.

"What is it?" I ask again, annoyed at the fact that he's wasting my precious time that I could be spending being asleep.

Though I couldn't sleep.

But he needs to go.

I huff.

"I bought a home here." Jungkook mutters.

Well, I already know that asshole. You can now

leave. I want to say something but somehow the words don't come out of my mouth. So I stay quiet and keep looking at the furs sticking out of my white blanket.

His hands moved methodically, among the arranged documents pulling out a photograph of a house. A front view.

The house was mostly wooden and concrete mixed with a neat driveway and plenty of open space and bushes and trees.

The exterior also had plenty of glass walls and windows to allow sunlight and air flow inside the house.

I can imagine why Rico said that the house would cost a fortune.

It was really beautiful.

But why is he showing me that?

"Why are you showing it to me?" I ask handing him the photograph back.

Jungkook sighs.

"I thought you know... since you said you're not going back to the korea…”

I snort?

He can't be for real.

"I think I'll move here permanently." He says, almost relieved. "And maybe..."

"Well...it might be nice." I say.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah...if your girlfriend can make it for citizenship." I say. "I mean Cara would surely love this house."

Jungkook sighs.

"Yn..."

"Yes?" I answer rolling my eyes.

"I thought we agreed for one chance."

"We did?" I ask. "I don't remember saying I'll give you a chance."

"But you agreed for dinner tonight." He frowns.

"And that was a chance wasn't it?"

"Oh?" I frown.

So it was, wasn't it? It was a signal that I was giving him a chance to prove himself to me.

Silly me. Dumb me. Idiot me. Whore me.

"What do you want right now, Jungkook ?"

"I just came to show you the house." He says with a shrug. "The dinner was with its previous owner today. I wanted you to meet him."

"Why?" I frown. "Why would I want to meet the previous owner of the house you bought?"

"It's not only my house, is it?" He chuckles. "It's yours too."

"What?" I gasp. "What do you mean?"

"yn, you said you won't be going to the korea and I don't want to leave you, so I thought why not...I mean surely you'll be more comfortable there than the korea, without any other people around."

"Why would you do that?"

"I can't stay forever in your father's place, yn." He reasons.

"No. Not that. Why would you think I'll want to move in with you?" I whisper yell.

"Why not?" He moves closer, sliding one of his palms around my cheek. "We're supposed to be trying aren't we? How can we try if we're not even sharing a bed?"

I move my cheek away from his hand. "Nothing you're saying is making any sense." I mumble.

"Why not?"

"Because...what makes you think I'll share a bed with you?" I hissed. "Why would I do that, when you crushed that trust a year ago?"

"Baby...I am sorry for what I did. I keep telling myself, "Why won't you believe me?" He hisses back.

"Why would I believe you?" I whisper yell.

"Why won't you, yn? What do you need to believe that I love you?" The anger rising in him and the warmth of his temper reached me, almost penetrating the thin layer of fur covering me.

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"How can I believe you?" I lower my voice to a whisper. "Tell me how can I believe you when I have been true to you and you haven't? You spent nights with another woman after I left, and were intimate while we were still sleeping in the same bed and you expect me to get back with you? Based on what, Jungkook ? Just love and no place for trust, respect and loyalty?"

He sighs.

"You weren't even loyal to Cara." I whisper. "You weren't loyal to any of us and you claim you love me? How can I believe that it's true and you're not lying?"

"I'm not lying." He says and that moment I see the real Jungkook . The broken Jungkook .

His voice registers a tone I have never heard in him. Helplessness.

I want to hug him so badly and tell him I love with all my heart and that I'll live with him in a home he bought for us. I want to kiss him and tell him that we're fine and I'll give him a chance.

But I don't.

I say nothing.

I just sat there.

Wrapped in my blanket. Looking at his olive eyes that always held power and position but now was vulnerable and sad.

"Will you make a home with me, yn?" He sighs. "Please?"

The helplessness in his voice breaks my heart more than it was already broken.

Oh Jungkook . Why? Why did you have to do it? Why'd you have to get into an illicit relationship with that woman? We'd be still together if you hadn't. We'd still be there.

We'd been so happy.

I shake my head. "Not yet." I mumble through my tears.

"Baby, don't cry."

"Leave." I say after I wipe my eyes and gain my voice. "Leave, Jungkook ."

"Baby..."

"Just go, already." I yell letting my tears fall freely. "Just leave."

"Kitty..." He sighs trying to hold me in his arms. "I am so so sorry, my love. I am. I deserve the punishment. I do. But baby, don't cry.”

"Leave." I push against him. "Just go."

And that's when the sound of my sobs and the silence is dominated by heavy gun shots.

"Shit!" Jungkook curses as the sound of bullets get heavier.

"yn." Comes a panicked voice along with a pounding of the door.

"I'm okay." I yell as I swiftly walk over to the door and open it, finding Rico.

"What are you doing here?" He hisses at Jungkook .

"What's he doing here?" He asks again, turning to me.

"Just came over to check if I was alright." I say quickly before Rico can draw out the situation more. "Who is firing?" I ask.

"I don't know." Rico says and something muffled comes out of his walkie talkie that was tucked in his waistband.

Now that I see, Rico had a machine gun hung over his shoulder and shot gun on both of his hands.

Rico holds the walkie talkie firing commands in rapid Italian.

"We're short by several." Jungkook mutters looking at his phone. "They're firing to enter.”

"Come again?" Rico frowns. "Firing for what?"

"To enter the estate." Jungkook repeats before dashing out of the room.

"God!" Rico sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Why the fuck should they want to do that?"

What the hell is going on? "Where's papa?" I ask.

Why would anyone want to enter the estate?

Before Rico can answer Jungkook has returned, he too has a machine gun slung around his shoulder and strings of bullets sticking out of the bullet port.

"Do you have a safe room here?" Jungkook asks Rico.

"No." He spats. "People don't go attacking us at random around midnight."

"Stay inside." Jungkook points at me. "I've called my men around here, they'll be in shortly."

"But...papa?" I ask on the verge of screaming.

The glasses around the house shatter and I feel the ground shake.

"Stay here." This time Rico mutters as both of them step away from the doorway.

"Wait!" I yell before they can leave. "Where is papa?" I ask again.

What is going on? Why would people wage a gun war in the middle of the night? Who would do that? Who would do that to papa?

What could possibly be the reason for such anarchy they are causing.

"Your papa is safe, neonata." Jungkook says in a soft voice. "Get in."

"Will you be okay?" I ask looking at him and then at Rico. He was communicating through the walkie talkie.

"We'll be fine." Jungkook says. "Now get in. Lock the door and stay put."

Having no other way and being the coward that I am, I step inside my room, but before I can close the door, Jungkook shoves two guns in my hand. "Just in case." He murmurs before leaving.

"Stay put." Rico orders obviously frustrated and angry as he runs off and down ten stairs.

I close the door and lock it.

Just in case.

The guns feel heavy in my hand.

Putting them on the bed, I put on a T-shirt and sweatpants over my night clothes.

The sound of bullets still going on, now and then there's a heavier sound than bullets that are almost quivering the ground beneath.

I sigh thinking about the people who are conducting the gun fires.

Why would anyone want to kill anyone just like that?

In my time here I had never heard about papa having a rival or having bad blood with any of the families.

But then again I have been here for like what? A year and half only.

Around some time a knock on my door startles me. I jump from the sudden sound.

The gun fires have stopped. But still I grab one of the guns in my hand, finger on the trigger as I open the door only to see Jungkook outside.

I sigh.

"Is it over?" I ask, watching him for any signs of injury.

I remember the last time he was shot.

The agony and pain that came with the tension and worry.

And then pain came again in the most unexpected way that I had never imagined.

"It's okay." He sighs. "It's over."

"Is Rico okay?" I ask "And papa?"

"Everyone is fine, there have been no deaths and nothing, just damage to the house." Jungkook explains calmly.

"Okay." I sigh, removing my finger from the trigger of the gun. "Where are they?"

"Downstairs." Jungkook korea. "Dealing with the trespassers.”

"Oh." I breathe. "Let's go down, then."

"Uh. No, yn. Don't go down." He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back into the room.

What the hell? "What? Why not?"

"Because, you can't. It's not a place you'd like to see." He explains. "Trust me."

"Oh please." I rolled my eyes, pushing him out of the doorway.

"Yn." Jungkook yells following me as I climb down the stairs which look almost untouched. Which means they never got up.

I sigh with relief as I jump down from the last steps, instantly face to face with a destroyed living room.

The glasses from the broken windows and discarded bullets shell litter the living room, the sofa and couches and sofa are slashed.

Why would people do that? Why would anyone destroy a home like that?

"yn..." Jungkook yells as I stop at the center of the living room.

Hearing Jungkook , papa and Rico turn who were facing their back towards me.

"Principessa? Cosa stai facendo qui?" Papa asks shocked. (Princess? what are you doing here?)

Rico sighs. "yn, go back to the room, we'll deal with it and come to see you, it's not a pretty site."

"I'm not a baby, Rico." I roll my eyes. "I saw my mother get shot right in front of my eyes...and I don't think anything is as ugly as that." I snap.

Rico rolls his eyes. "Fine, stay here." He spats. "You want to see a trespasser getting interrogated, go on. Watch what we do."

"I have no interest in getting to see you interrogate a trespasser, I just came down to see if you both are okay or not, but guess what, this glass shattered and bullet littered living room is not a 'pretty sight' for my eyes." I yell.

"Principessa, calmati. " Papa warns. "It's not because you're naive or less than us, we just want to protect you, that's it." (Princess, calm down)

I stay quiet. Like I am five to be protected. If there was such an issue of my protection why would Jungkook go and call me out of my room?

I huff and cross my arms over my chest.

"It's not a time to throw tantrums, kitty." Jungkook says. "I'll walk you up to your room."

"There'll be no need for that." A voice comes, an awfully known voice that I didn't expect to hear, at this location around this time.

"Salvatore?" Rico frowns. "What the...?"

I watch as Salvatore climbs down the stairs, spinning a golden gun in his hand, dressed in an all black suit.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Jungkook snarls, pulling me to him and shoving me behind himself. "It was your men all along."

"Intelligent." Salvatore laughs. "But then again we expect nothing less than that from the great Don DeJeon, hmm?"

What the hell?

Salvatore? Salvatore sent men to enter our estate? And ruin it in the process?

And he's behaving like an absolute asshole.

The grip around my gun tightens as Jungkook stands tall in front of me.

"What do you want, Valentino?" Papa snarls, a tone I have never heard him use, upon anyone.

"Don, with due respect..." Salvatore skips down the bottom two stairs "I have no vengeance against you or your family."

"Oh yeah?" Rico snarls back against his polite attitude. "Firing a hundred and fifty guns at one time to destroy the estate, is not vengeful you say, you bastard?"

"Now, no need for being so vile, friend." Salvatore chuckles. "I'm just here for him."

Salvatore's with his polished golden pistol pointed at Jungkook .

Rico snorts. "Him?"

Salvatore nodes."Give me Don De'Jeon and I'll let your men who let me remind you, guard the estate now have been double crossed." He chuckles.

"Why would you want him?" Surprising as it may sound, the voice came from me as I stepped out in front. "Why would you want Don De'Jeon?" I repeat clearly.

"Why not ever, my sweet Yn?" He chuckles darkly. "He was the one who threatened me to lie to you about me being engaged."

I snort. Jungkook ? Jungkook did that?

Well...then again what less can we expect from him? Bloody cheater.

"Didn't you? Don De'Jeon, called me up and threatened that my neck won't be in its place if I don't leave you and so on and so forth." He waved his gun carelessly looking almost like a maniac. "But that's not the reason anyway, I was never into you, honestly." He snorts. "You were never my type. Tamed and calm. I like my girls a bit...crazy and psycho." He grinned.

"Psychopath." Rico whispered standing behind me. "Salvatore, why don't you just leave and I'll let your men go without any harm, we'll keep this...shit quiet." He proposes.

"Oh, no no no, I wouldn't want that. It'll be no fun." He pouts. "I want to have a little bit of fun...so as I was saying, I was never into you or anything, I knew the stuff going about you and Jk here. I just wanted to get some really deep information about him from you, but really...it was a dumb plan to feed a cow and not to ask for it to go to sleep. You are pretty useless if you ask me, Yn. You even don't know what stuff goes on in your family"

"You're insane." I muttered looking at the way he talked and kept spinning his gun around his hand, as if it was a toy and he was playing.

"Oh come on." He pouts. "Nobody can be insane if they want a little bit of power around the underworld. It's only natural to kill for it, power you know, Yn?" He asks.

"What exactly do you want, Valentino?" Jungkook snarls.

"Uh...your life?" He mumbles looking really deep into his thoughts. "That's all I want. To kill you, make your vast empire mine and to rule the underworld like you do, I want people to kneel as I walk into a room, everyone except that I am superior then they ever were." He shrugs like it was a normal thing. "And the only way to get that stuff is to kill you and take your throne.”

"You can't just get them by killing, Valentino. You gotta earn them." Jungkook chuckles a little bit of pride flourishing in his voice.

"Valentino. I am warning you. Leave my estate and I'll let your filthy soldiers go without being harmed." Papa says in an authoritative tone. "Or else it will be worse than the scenario that just happened."

"Honestly Don? I don't care." Salvatore sighs. "Yn, sweetheart if you'll just move, I need a clear shot at Don De'Jeon."

"Like you'll ever have." I hiss pointing my gun at Salvatore, standing in front of Jungkook shielding him, ready to pull the trigger though my hands are sweaty and shaky and then everything happens in a flash.

Salvatore sighs and rolls his eyes, drawing out a hiss like a snake, "So be it!" The bullet from his pistol shoots before I pull the trigger but I miss as I am pushed back falling almost on the glass clattered floor before Rico grabs me.

The bullet from Salvatore's gun that was meant for me, goes through Jungkook 's lower abdomen before another hits him around the shoulder area, the bullets from Jungkook 's gun just graze about Salvatore's arm, as he stumbles back with a wince as the bullet penetrates his body.

"Oh snap. It was supposed to be you, little Yn." Salvatore rolled his eyes pointing his gun at me. "Let me finish you, before the Don."

I scream as the blood from Jungkook 's wound springs out like a fountain covering his clothes.

Not giving a shit about what Salvatore said.

Before Salvatore can fire again he's knocked out by papa hitting him on the back of his head. Who must have slipped out while we were arguing.

Jungkook winces as he stumbles back again holding his shoulder with one hand, the gun falls at his feet.

Scrambling myself I rush over to him only to support his almost numb body from falling on to the glass shred covered floor.

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