Unspoken Ties

Chapter-17 A Blissful Moment

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After finishing her makeup and hair—both of which had been forcefully but skillfully done by Bora—Y/n decided to change her outfit. Since they were going to wander around, she wanted something comfortable. Fashion had never been her strong suit, nor did she understand the endless trends people followed. For some girls, every day was a fashion show, and she couldn’t comprehend how they managed to keep up. The mere thought of it made her question where she had been living all this time.

Shaking off her unnecessary thoughts, she picked a mint-colored floral dress from the cupboard, the fabric soft against her fingertips. She threw it over her body and sighed in frustration when she realized the zipper was out of her reach.

Standing in front of the mirror, she stretched her arms backward, twisting her fingers in an attempt to grasp the stubborn zip, but all her efforts were in vain. She groaned, her brows furrowing as she tried again, her muscles beginning to ache from the awkward angle.

"Bora is getting ready, I can’t disturb her," she mumbled under her breath, biting her lip as she tried once more.

The room was filled with nothing but Y/n’s quiet, frustrated sighs as she tried once again to reach for the stubborn zipper. Her fingers trembled slightly from the effort, her shoulders straining as she twisted her arm in a desperate attempt to pull it up.

Why won’t this damn thing budge?

Her heart pounded with frustration, but she wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Taking a deep breath, she was about to make another attempt when—

The sound of the door clicking open made her freeze in place.

Her entire body locked up, muscles tensing as the realization of what had just happened sank in.

No… no, no, no…

She didn’t have to turn around to know who had just walked in.

A sharp, panicked breath left her lips as her hands remained frozen in place. She felt utterly exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t expected.

Acting on instinct, she instantly glued her back against the cool surface of the mirror, pressing herself as flat as possible as if that would somehow shield her from his gaze. Her eyes went wide in sheer panic, her breathing uneven as she tried to process the situation.

And then, in a hurried, frantic whisper, she stammered—

"Don't come near… please stay there."

Her voice trembled, laced with urgency.

Meanwhile, Jungkook stood at the entrance, completely frozen.

His eyes, double their usual size, were locked onto her, his brain struggling to catch up with what he had just witnessed.

The moment he had pushed open the door, his gaze had instinctively landed on her. And for the briefest two seconds—before she had spun around to press herself against the mirror—he had caught sight of her bare back.

His breath hitched.

His ears turned a deep shade of red as realization struck him like a tidal wave.

He saw what?

His mind stuttered, replaying that accidental glimpse over and over again against his will.

For a second, everything in his body went still.

Then—

Shit.

Regaining control of himself, Jungkook quickly turned his head away, clearing his throat as he blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the image burned into his brain.