Mafia Jungkook

--- The night felt colder than usual, though the summer heat still lingered in the air. I stood frozen in the doorway, watching the truth unravel before my eyes. Jungkook’s laughter—once the sound that healed every crack in my heart—now echoed like poison. His hand was wrapped around hers, the same way it used to hold mine, with the same gentle promises that I thought belonged only to me. My chest tightened, the betrayal burning hotter than any flame. When his eyes finally met mine, the smile faded, replaced by a silence heavier than any storm. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Only the sound of my breaking heart filled the space between us. “Was it all a lie?” I whispered, my voice sharp but trembling. Jungkook took a step forward, his expression unreadable. “You wouldn’t understand.” Hatred surged through me, drowning out the love I once carried. In that moment, I swore—I would never forgive him.