I am not Yours

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In the grandeur of Jeon Jungkook's mansion, a tense exchange unfolded between him and Y/N.

"Come, Y/N, this is your house from now onwards," Jungkook declared, extending what he considered a gesture of generosity.

Y/N, however, resisted, "No, thanks. I don't need your mercy."


Jungkook insisted with a smirk, "Oh, come on. Everything that is mine is also yours from now."

His obedient servants intervened, "Sir, may we show Madam to her room?

Y/N protested, "Why our room? It's impossible to stay with you in a room."

Jungkook casually remarked, "Every husband and wife sleep in a bed together and stay together in a room."

Defiantly, Y/N asserted, "I don't consider you as my husband!"

Jungkook, undeterred, teased, "Oh, come on, darling. By the way, you guys show her the way to her room."

Led by the servants, Y/N found herself in a room that left her in awe.

Y/N's POV:

As I entered the room, a palette of white mixed with peach greeted me. The immense bed, adorned with a soft silk cream-colored bedsheet and plush pillows, invited comfort. A spacious closet and an expansive mirror completed the elegant setting.

Jungkook, entering the room, asked, "Did you like this room?"

"Yeaahh, very much," I admitted, trying to conceal my surprise.

Jungkook, however, laid down a condition, "You can stay here, but I have a condition."

"What is it?" I inquired cautiously.

"You will spend your whole day here," he began, "but at night, you have to sleep with me."

"SLEEP WITH YOUU!!!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Yeah," he affirmed with a smirk.

"No way! I would better sleep in the store room," I retorted.

Jungkook, firm in his stance, stated, "Nah, I said you have to sleep with me, so you have to."

"Why?" I questioned.

"Because I said, that's why," he asserted, leaving me with no room for argument.

Throughout the day, I managed to avoid encountering Jungkook after that heated exchange. As night fell, a servant delivered a message.

At Night:

"Madam, sir is calling you in his room," the servant conveyed.

"Tell him I'm coming," I replied reluctantly.

In his room, Jungkook beckoned, "Come, princess."

"Excuse me, I do have a name; call me by that," I insisted.

"For me, you are only my princess. You are only mine!" Jungkook declared possessively.

No, I am not yours. I never was yours and will never be yours," I retorted.

Jungkook, unfazed by my defiance, coaxed, "Come on, don't be angry with me." He closed the door behind us, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

The intrigue deepens. What awaits Y/N in the confines of Jungkook's room? Continue reading to unveil the unfolding drama. END

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