𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗

Heat Crescendo

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Chaeyoung looked down from the VIP section railing, at the club, jam packed with people her age, doing more than just grinding on the dance floor. Writhing bodies to loud music. She sipped her drink, feeling like a stranger at a party in her honor, letting her mind wander.

After her panic attack, once Chaeyoung had calmed down enough to realize that a big, rough hand had been holding hers, a thumb moving over it in soothing motions, she had snatched it back, feeling the brand of his touch on her tingling palm and sat back in silence the entire ride to her new house. And what a house it was. While Chaeyoung had been no stranger to wealth and mansions, Jungkook's house was a thing of beauty. The old stone texture, grey cut rocks, gave the huge mansion the appeal that probably a fort in Scotland would have had, looming tall and proud amidst the vast land.

The drive from the main gates, manned by an army of security, had been a very long one till the house, the path surrounded by acres of beautiful lawns on both sides. Jimin and Namjoon, it had seemed, had struck a quiet friendship during the ride. She had been happy for Jimin, to have some friend to talk to other than her. Once the Bentley had stopped, the two had gotten out, and Jimin had helped her to, aiding with her dress. She had taken in the grand house that felt more like a fortress.

The huge oak doors had opened to reveal a young, dark-haired, gorgeous girl, who had grinned at her husband and hugged the life out of Chaeyoung before she could stop it. Kang Seulgi. The only woman in Jeon Jungkook's life. His adorable little sister. Chaeyoung's mouth had curved up at her enthusiasm of her own accord.

"I am so very glad to finally meet you! Kookie has told me so much about you!" Seulgi had said, leading Chaeyoung by hand inside. Chaeyoung had quirked her brows at that. My, my. What had the siblings gossiped about? He had probably told her a romantic tale to prevent her from seeing his true colors. Or maybe to preserve her innocence. Chaeyoung had not known, and she hadn't cared, as Seulgi had bounced inside with her, gushing about her dress and introducing her to the staff, all of whom had welcomed her with bright smiles. A matronly woman standing on the edge of the room had stepped forward then and grasped Chaeyoung's hands, moved to tears. She had been Raisa, an old Russian woman who had helped Jungkook take care of Seulgi, and her kind smile had immediately warmed her to Chaeyoung.

But tired as she had been, after greeting everyone she was sure she would forget the names of the next day, Seulgi had led Chaeyoung upstairs, all the while talking on an on about how great it was to have a sister and how swimmingly they would be getting along and the great party she was throwing them at her club when Jungkook had followed, kissing Seulgi on the cheek and dismissing her. With a lascivious innuendo that only little siblings could get away with, and which made Chaeyoung's cheeks burn, Seulgi had strutted off with a grin.

Jungkook had then lead her down the huge corridors lined with artwork, telling her to make herself at home completely, do whatever she wished with the house, change anything she liked, while she had been mentally preparing herself for fighting him tooth and nail about not even sharing the same bed. But he had thrown her for a curve. He had stopped outside a door, and told her in a quiet voice that her stuff had already been kept inside, and she need not worry about her privacy here. He had informed her that his room was connected to hers and in case if she needed anything at all, she could come seek him anytime. With a small nod, he had left her standing at the door, gobsmacked in her white gown, completely baffled as to what had just happened.