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Awwww thank youu 🥹 the next part will be out most probably tomorrow or day after tomorrow!
Absolutely loving GILDED CAGE! You’re such an amazing writer—I can’t wait to see where the story goes (and maybe a little smut too 🤭). I’m really hoping this isn’t the end because I’d love to read more of your work. Fingers crossed there are more stories to come… or even a sequel! 🤞🏻💖
Oh yesss, next chapter is actually smut! 🤭
And of course, I will never stop writing. I have so many of my works out there already and i have so many more stories planned. Three one shots for august and then many more series are coming up!
I’ve been following since the beginning of this series and I’ve told you mannny times but genuinely your storytelling and writing is soooooo good. I’m itching to know what happens next . Keep up the great work 💜
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I really love your series glided cage.i was wondering, when are you going to post the next part. Eagerly waiting for it!!🫶🏻
Hello. Thank you for reading 🤍
I caught a stomach bug and I'm kind of sick rn. The next update will most probably be on Monday or Tuesday only if I get well by then <3. Thank you for waiting <3
You were raised behind locked doors, hidden from a world that was never supposed to know your name. But secrets have a way of finding the wrong people, and when Jeon Jungkook does, your freedom comes with a ring... and a war.
Pairing : mafia! JK x f.reader
Genre : mafia au, political marriage, secret heir, syndicate, dark romance, secrets, drama, angst, eventual smut, dark themes, drugs, underworld syndicate.
Taglist : @nayutalvr @jungkookgoodlookin @zaf3ira @celest-pluto @prxdajeon @firstdivisiongirl @jksusawife @tremendousstarlighttragedy @mar-lo-pap @pomichodai-jk-bts-apobangpo @rainandmatcha @foreveramy7 @broimfineasf @baewogo
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You stirred under the thick duvet, your mind foggy until the quiet sound of soft rustling caught your attention.
Hesitantly, you peeked out from under the edge of the blanket. Standing near the full-length vanity mirror was Jungkook. He was already fully dressed in a crisp black shirt and sharp trousers, his broad back turned to you as his long, tattooed fingers skillfully adjusted his silk tie. Through the mirror, his pitch-black eyes were locked directly onto your face, watching you wake up.
The memories of last night instantly hit you.
With a sharp gasp and a face burning bright crimson, you yanked the blanket back over your head, burying yourself completely into the darkness of the mattress. Every tiny movement made a dull ache radiate through your lower half—your ass was sore and burning.
A moment of silence hung in the room. the sound of his footsteps clicked against the floor, coming straight toward the bed.
The mattress dipped heavily beside your hip. Your eyes went wide under the blanket.
Before you could scramble away, Jungkook reached out and smoothly pulled the duvet off your head. The cool morning air hit your flushed face. His warm fingers gently brushed a few stray strands of messy hair off your forehead, his touch surprisingly soft.
"Turn over," he murmured, his voice low and raspy with morning depth.
You looked up at him in utter confusion, clutching the sheets tightly against your collarbone.
"Y/N," he repeated, his pitch-black eyes softening just a fraction as he looked down at your embarrassed face. "Turn over."
His voice wasn't harsh or demanding like it had been during your punishment. It was quiet, steady, and unexpectedly gentle—yet it carried that natural authority that made it impossible for you to refuse.
Your cheeks burned a vivid crimson as the memories of last night flashed back into your mind—the intensity in his dark eyes, the sound of the running shower, and the way he had relentlessly watched you while jerking himself off. Biting your bottom lip to swallow a squeal, you slowly turned over onto your stomach as he asked.
Your head snapped up immediately, wide-eyed, as his large hand reached down to gently slide your panties past your thighs. Before panic could set in, Jungkook reached for a small tube of soothing ointment from the nightstand.
He squeezed a cool dab onto his fingers and slowly began applying it over your sore skin. The sudden cold touch against your burning marks made you let out a long sigh of relief.
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as his fingers spread the cream, soothing the deep red handprints he had left behind.
You clutched the silk sheets tightly, completely mesmerized by how surprisingly gentle he was being. His long fingers traced the tender curves of your skin with agonizing slowness. A helpless moan slipped from your lips as his fingertips dragged lightly down toward the sensitive rim of your ass cheeks, touching you in places no one else had ever did. he pressed his thumb in between your ass cheeks, applying pressure as he circled your rim.
Your eyelids fluttered shut.
Jungkook didn't miss the subtle shift—the way you instinctively arched into his touch, your whole body softening and surrendering to him without a fight.
"Like it?" he whispered, his deep voice humming in the quiet room.
You nodded eagerly, opening your eyes to look back at him over your shoulder. A faint softness touched his features as he continued to rub the ointment back on your ass. He teased slowly by dragging his fingers down your ass to your rim and then dragging it back all the way up.
Every time his fingers grazed your rim, you let out a sigh and arch your back into the bed and lift your ass towards him as invitation.
"Remember this punishment the next time you decide to talk behind my back," he murmured softly.
A wicked thought bloomed deep inside your chest.
You wanted to do it again.
The sheer thrill of being manhandled by him, driving him so hard with desire that he lost his composure, only for him to tend to you like this afterward... You wanted to push his buttons over and over just to feel this again.
His index finger trailed a slow, agonizing path down ass rim, sliding lower and lower toward your pussy. Your hips instinctively lifted into the air, a shaky breathless whine escaping your throat as his knuckle lightly brushed against the warm slickness pooling down your pussy. His fingers rubbed against your wet folds, spreading the wetness around your nub and watched how your body arched at every touch of his. But just as your breath hitched in anticipation, he dragged his hand back up, lightly teasing the rim of your center once before pulling his hand away completely.
The abrupt loss of his touch made a loud and needy whine erupt from your chest.
Jungkook chuckled softly, wiping his fingers on a tissue. "So impatient, aren't we, Mrs. Jeon?"
He pulled back and stood up to his full intimidating height.
You tilted your head up to take him in. Dressed in his sharp, charcoal suit, he looked every bit like the dangerous monster the world feared—a monster that was somehow yours, a man who derived his immense power from the very ring on your finger.
Ignoring the trembling weakness in your legs, you slowly slid off the bed and walked straight up to him. Reaching up with steady hands, you unraveled his tie, silently correcting the knot that was slightly askew.
Jungkook’s pitch-black eyes burned down into yours, completely captivated by the quiet intimacy of the gesture, the effortless way your soft fingers worked over his collar.
Without a word, his large hands shot out and gripped your hips, hauling you forward until your body was slammed flush against his hard torso. You gasped softly at the sudden impact. Leaning down, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your sweet vanilla scent.
Your stomach flipped. It was obvious now, your scent anchored him, it made his chaotic senses calm down.
Finishing the knot, your hands slowly slid down the solid planes of his chest, lingering over his heartbeat. Jungkook looked down at you, his dark eyes completely lost in yours. He tilted his head, leaning in with open desire to claim your lips.
You instinctively tilted your head up to receive him, but instead of taking your mouth, he paused, a tender smile breaking across his face as he planted a lingering kiss on your flushed cheek instead.
He stepped back and smiled at how you were blushing.
You stared at him, breathless.
You had never seen him smile like that before—so genuine, warm, and breathtakingly handsome that it made your heart stutter in your chest. by a single smile of his, an overwhelming thought echoed in your mind,
you were going to do whatever it took to make him smile like that again.
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After Jungkook left for work, you walked downstairs, your steps lighter than they had been in weeks. A persistent blush lingered on your cheeks.
Taking the hot tray of tea from a hesitant maid in the hallway, you gave her a reassuring smile and made your way toward the quiet wing of the estate. You were determined to try again with Madam Jeon.
As you stepped into the high-ceilinged drawing room, you found his grandmother standing motionless in front of a massive, gold-framed portrait. The painting depicted a sharp, regal man with Jungkook’s very same piercing dark eyes, standing proudly beside a beautiful, gentle-looking woman. His parents.
You hesitated, walking up to stand a polite distance beside her.
Madam Jeon didn't turn to look at you. Her posture was rigid, her face set in a stern line as she stared at the canvas.
"Do you know it's been fifteen years since Jungkook smiled on his birthday?"
Her voice shattered the silence, catching you completely off guard. You snapped your head over to look at her in shock and confusion.
"After the death of his parents, he never once smiled," she continued softly, though her tone remained cold and measured. "Least of all on his birthday. And today, I saw him smiling as he walked out of this house. After fifteen long years... he smiled."
Today was his birthday?
Your eyes widened, a sharp pang hitting your chest. "It's... it's his birthday today?"
Madam Jeon finally turned her head, her aging eyes locking onto yours. "He is greedy for power," she said, pointing a trembling finger toward the portrait of her son. "He is restoring the very syndicate his father built. He is sitting on the exact same seat his father died in, hunting down the people who murdered him!"
She paused to take a breath as her eyes burned into yours.
"Just like his father—whose blind ambition led both himself and his wife to an early grave—Jungkook is walking down the exact same path," she rasped.
Your hands trembled. The delicate porcelain teacup on the wooden tray rattled.
"I thought I would lose him to this ridiculous quest for power too, but..." Madam Jeon trailed off, her eyes searching your confused pale face. "His mother died because of his father's world. And his father died because of that bloody seat. What if that is your future, too? To die beside him in the crossfire? What will you do then?"
Your eyes watered slightly. An ache tightened around your heart as her words sank in.
Fifteen years. How much pain, blood, and cold isolation must he have carried on his broad shoulders to go fifteen whole years without a single real smile?
A protective warmth flared deep inside your chest, drowning out every bit of fear you had left.
"I will die by his side if I must."
The words escaped your lips before your brain could even process them. But as the quiet statement echoed through the room, you didn't regret a single syllable.
You met Madam Jeon’s stunned gaze with unwavering determination, your hands steadying around the heavy tray.
"Grandmother, I will die with him if I have to," you repeated, your voice ringing clear and strong. "But for as long as we both breathe, I promise you... I will keep him happy.”
Madam Jeon stared at you in absolute silence, her sharp, weathered eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation, fear, or deceit. But there was none. Your chin was lifted, your posture straight, and your eyes burned with an unwavering light.
For the first time since you had crossed the threshold of the Jeon estate, the bitter and icy line of her mouth softened—just a fraction.
Slowly, she reached out with a trembling, ring-adorned hand and gently touched your wrist.
"You fool," she murmured softly, though the bite in her voice had completely vanished. "You sound just like his mother. She said those exact same words to me twenty years ago." She let out a ragged exhale, looking back up at the grand portrait. "And look where it got her."
"I am not his mother, Grandmother," you said quietly, your tone respectful yet unyielding. "And Jungkook is not his father. He won't let history repeat itself.”
You turned and left the room with a silent ache forming in your chest.
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Before heading down for dinner, you realized something was missing. You wanted to give him something tangible—something he could wear every day to remember that he had a home to come back to.
Leaving the estate with one guard, you headed to the mall in the city. After browsing through several luxury shops, you finally found the perfect gift. A luxury watch paired with a rich silk tie that matched his suits. Satisfied, you took the items to the counter to pay.
As the cashier began ringing up your purchases, a commotion at the counter next to yours caught your attention.
"I'm sorry, sir, but the transaction was declined again," the shop owner said, looking at the young man with a polite expression. "Do you have another card?"
"That's impossible, try it one more time please," a familiar voice pleaded. The man was nervously running a hand through his hair, his shoulders tense as he panicked over his wallet.
Your eyes widened slightly as you recognized him. "Jimin?"
He snapped his head toward you, his tense expression instantly melting into absolute shock. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"
"Shopping," you smiled warmly, stepping up to his counter before he could scramble to find cash. You pulled out your own black card and handed it directly to the cashier. "Put his items on my bill as well, please."
"Wait, Y/N, no—you don't have to do that!" Jimin protested quickly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he tried to stop the clerk. "It's fine, I can just come back later!"
"Consider it as a favour or token of our friendship," you giggled softly, taking the receipt and the shopping bags from the clerk. "Besides, what are friends for?"
Jimin stood there for a second, completely stunned, before a genuine smile broke across his face, his eyes crinkling into those familiar crescents.
"I really don't know what I did to deserve meeting someone like you in this city," Jimin murmured softly, shaking his head as he accepted his bag from you. His gaze glided down to the luxury watch box tucked into your shopping bag. "That looks expensive. Buying a gift for your husband?"
"Yeah," you confessed, a faint blush warming your cheeks as you held the bag a little closer to your chest. "It's his birthday today.”
Jimin’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, a small gasp escaping his lips. "It's my birthday too!"
"Really?!" Your eyes widened with delight. "Then what are you doing wandering around a mall alone instead of celebrating?"
Jimin let out a quiet, self-deprecating laugh, raising his shopping bag as you both began walking out toward the main atrium. "Buying myself a gift, of course. I usually buy myself something nice every year. It’s become a bit of a tradition."
"Oh! Then consider that item my birthday gift to you!" you chimed, a bright, bubbly smile lighting up your face. "And oh no, we need to celebrate it properly! As your friend, I'm not letting you off the hook."
Jimin looked at you, a soft, genuine warmth blooming deep in his chest. "You really don't have to do that, Y/N."
"I definitely have to!" you insisted playfully. "Though... today I already have big plans for my husband. So, how about I take you out to celebrate your birthday tomorrow instead?"
"You really don't—"
You instantly held up your palm, shooting him a strict, playful look that made him raise his hands in defeat.
"Okay, okay! My friend, I surrender," he chuckled, shaking his head fondly. He glanced around the bustling floor of the mall. "Well... is your husband here with you? I’d actually love to meet him. I want to tell him face-to-face just how lucky he is."
You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Oh no, he’s always ridiculously busy with work. I think he had to head down to Busan early this morning for some urgent meeting by the ports."
Jimin frowned slightly, his brows knitting together in sympathy. "He needs to learn to enjoy his birthday. That sounds exhausting."
"He really does," you nodded softly, your smile turning gentle and tender. "He hasn't celebrated a single birthday since his parents passed away... That's why I'm so determined to make today unforgettable for him."
Jimin’s cheerful expression faltered for a split second, a strange, unreadable shadow flickering across his eyes before he quickly forced another warm smile onto his face. "All the best with that. He's a lucky guy."
"Hey, wait!" You quickly pulled out your phone, tapping on the screen before handing it to him. "Let's meet tomorrow and celebrate your birthday properly. Type your number in here!”
Jimin typed his number into your phone with a soft smile, handing it back to you. "Text me the time tomorrow, Y/N. Drive home safely."
"I will! See you tomorrow, Jimin!" you called out, waving cheerfully before heading toward the waiting black SUV outside.
The drive back to the Jeon estate was pure excitement. All you could think about was the look on Jungkook’s face when he saw what you had prepared for him.
Once home, you skipped upstairs to change into the emerald silk dress, applied a dash of perfume and immediately got to work setting up the ultimate surprise. You decided against the formal dining room—it felt too grand, too cold. Instead, you took everything out to the back garden.
The garden looked like something straight out of a fairy tale. Soft string lights were woven through the creeping vines of the gazebo, casting a golden glow over the lush green grass. A small glass table stood in the center, adorned with a gorgeous bouquet of black and crimson roses, the sleek luxury watch box, the silk tie, and a delicate, homemade chocolate cake with a single glowing candle in the center.
Max scrambled around your ankles, his tail wagging furiously as he chased fireflies in the grass, his little paws pattering against the stone pathway.
Taking a deep breath to steady your fluttering heart, you pulled out your phone and typed a quick message to your husband.
You : Come to the back garden when you get home. Please.
You set the phone down on the table, smoothing out the folds of your dress as you waited.
The glass doors of the patio slid open.
Jungkook stepped into the back garden, his broad frame framed by the golden light of the string lights. He had his suit jacket slung over his arm, his tie already pulled loose, looking thoroughly worn out.
He froze the moment his eyes took in the scene.
The glowing candles, the red roses, the little present boxes and Max happily trotting around the grass, it all hit him at once. His dark eyes widened in absolute shock, his usual unreadable expression completely shattering.
You stepped out from behind the decorated table, holding the delicate chocolate cake with its single flicker of candlelight. You looked utterly radiant, wearing a soft, cute pastel-pink frock with a dainty bow tucked into your styled hair.
"Happy Birthday!" you called out, your face lit up with the brightest, most genuine smile.
Jungkook just stood there, paralyzed, his dark eyes fixed entirely on you. A faintly amused twitch tugged at the corner of his lips as he tried to process the surreal view before him.
"How... how do you know?" he whispered, his deep voice carrying a trace of raw disbelief.
"I'm sorry I didn't wish you this morning," you muttered, a tiny pout forming on your lips as you held the cake steady.
Jungkook swallowed hard, taking a slow step toward you. "I don't celebrate birthdays, Y/N. You really don't have to—"
"I have to!" you cut him off, your tone fiercely determined as you took a confident step forward, bringing the cake right in front of his broad chest. "Because I am your wife. And that means I am your family now, whether you like it or not. You're not alone anymore, Jungkook."
His heart violently slammed against his ribs at your words. His chest twisted with ache. It had been fifteen long years since anyone had ever spoken to him like that. For the first time since the night his world was bathed in his parents' blood, a strange, overwhelming feeling settled into his soul—the beautiful realization that he finally had someone to come home to. Someone to rely on.
A shaky breath escaped his lips.
"Come on, make a wish!" you chimed, your twinkling eyes practically bouncing with excitement, making him let out a low breathless chuckle.
"A wish?" he repeated, brow raising slightly.
"Yes! Make a wish! Something you really want!"
He smiled softly at your childish enthusiasm. It was so innocent, so pure—it painfully reminded him of his mother back when he was just a little boy.
"My hands are hurting, Jungkook!" you whined, shifting your weight as the cake plate began to feel heavy.
Jungkook lingered, looking down at the flickering flame. "What happens when one makes a wish?"
You let out a dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes fondly. "Mrs. Han, the sweet lady who raised me back at my parents' house, always taught me this! Making a wish before blowing out the candle is the most important part! Ah, come on, my arms are going to fall off!"
Down on the grass, Max let out a sharp, happy woof as if agreeing with you.
Jungkook looked at the little dog, then back at your eager, glowing face. He couldn't believe he was actually about to do this. The concept of making a birthday wish sounded completely absurd and childish to a man who ruled an underworld empire with blood and guns.
Yet, looking into your twinkling eyes, he couldn't help himself.
Slowly, the head of the syndicate closed his dark eyes.
He didn't wish for power. He didn't wish for revenge or money or more territory. He made a quiet selfish wish deep in his possessive heart, he wished that you would stay by his side, no matter what horrors the world threw at them. Even if hell came for them, even after death, he wished you would belong to him forever.
Opening his eyes, he leaned down and softly blew out the single, glowing candle.
Mafia Kim Taehyung - Kidnap's his enemy's daughter on the day of her wedding ( dramatic entry of him, he kills her groom to whom she was being forcefully married to. It was a deal between her and Taehyung - save her from marriage and get his revenge from her father in return due breaking of alliance bw wedding parties but Taehyung has different plans bc he fell for her the moment she stepped into his mansion seeking help so he marries her instead 😁 you know how his nature is bc he is very unpredictable kind of person even in real life.)
So now she hates him but he is hopelessly in love with her and so goes our story as you will plan.
Heyyy! Maybe you should read 'Gilded Cage'
Gilded Cage is kind of similar to the plot you requested! Tiny-eeny bit?
But I should definitely write a taehyung fic soon <33.
