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"Jungkook."

"Jeon."

"Mr. Jeon."

"Jeon Jungkook."

Areum scrambles around for her trusty laptop, his name whirling around her mind on repeat.

Her stomach swirls while adrenaline pumps through her veins.

She hastily dives into bed before opening up the device, eager eyes scanning the screen ahead of her.

"Where the fuck are you . . ." Areum bites the inside of her cheek, focussed as her eyes scan over the hundreds of images flooding to the scene.

"No way . . ." Her breathing becomes rigid as her eyes land on a familiar face.

Heart shaped lips, a boxy smile and a slender yet muscular physique.

She'd recognise that body anywhere, clothed or not.

Areum's eyes flutter closed as she revisits the way his lips moved against hers in harmony.

Kim Taehyung.

Her thoughts very quickly become words, his name rolling over her tongue like the sweetest candy, only to leave a sour aftertaste.

That aftertaste being the fact his arm was encompassing someone else's shoulders.

"Holy shit." Areum's rattling heart falls into her stomach at the sight of the person next to Taehyung.

Her muscles flip back and forth and for a mere few seconds, she forgets how to breathe.

Lips gracefully parted and eyes widely frozen in time, Areum continues to stare at the photo before her.

'Looks like you just fell for me, sweetheart.'

"It cannot be . . ." Areum moves away from her laptop in shock, dozens of emotions flowing through her system.

"Fuck." She brings the device closer towards her to get a better look, to make sure she wasn't hallucinating off being around Jimin for too long.

But no matter how much she tried to convince herself that it wasn't him, it completely and utterly was.

Stood tall and draped in black clothing, the only feature adding a pop of colour to his appearance were those cherry lips, so tender looking.

Areum wanted to reach through the screen and bite on the soft pillows until the taste of copper filled her mouth.

How much glory would such a sight hold?

Too much, in Areum's opinion.

"Jeon Jungkook." Areum's finger trails over the image before her, taking her time to delicately run the pad of her index over every intricate detail of his.

The small star in his right eye, the mole tucked beneath his slightly fuller bottom lip, the scar on the left side of his face . . .

He was too perfect for this world, and that was a problem.

"An MI5 agent, huh?" Areum scrolls down beneath the photo until she spots something that had her blood boiling and frustration rippling uncomfortably beneath her skin.

Her eyes land on a photo of Jungkook, however this time, his body's embraced by a blonde women, cheap and prude looking.

Areum's vision turns red as she looks below the photo for a name.

"Bingo."

Kang Aera.

Areum figured she was probably another agent.

Still, what right did that give her to place her clammy hands on him?

"Oh baby, you're going to end up dead."