Volume 1
[𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥]
❝𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞❞
Top Taehyung
Bottom Jungkook
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"Taehyung, Promise your mother, that you will not marry Jeon Jungkook at any cost.
I accept the deàth rather...
A note for my readers! make sure to read the story from the start once again because I have made major and minor changes that affect the future chapters of the book.
so...
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Kims Manor
"Shortlist the candidates and send an email to them for further interviews. Within a week, make sure to select the best candidate for the post," a voice resonated in the empty room.
There was a rasp to it, a slight huskiness that clung to the edges of his words. The man moved toward the bed, the phone resting lightly in his slender fingers.
"Noted, sir,"
With a faint beep, the call ended.
The black-haired man lowered his phone, his long fingers pressing the screen to silence before setting it exactly on the charging place. Crossing the room, his broad shoulders rolled as he approached the neatly laid-out accessories on the bed.
The white shirt he reached for shone under the soft morning light the fabric glided against his tan skin as he slid it on. The material stretched slightly over the contours of his toned chest and the ridges of his defined arms.
Standing before the full-length mirror, his fingers moved to fasten each button. The silver cufflinks he clipped onto his sleeves caught the light, glinting like the quiet sharpness in his dark charcoal eyes. He chose a silk tie next in a colour of a deep navy that oozed understated power.
The mirror reflected a man at the peak of his prime, his charcoal trousers sat perfectly on his hips, emphasising his posture. He slipped on polished black leather shoes.
With a final glance at his reflection, he ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, taming them into submission. Each strand obeyed under those lean fingers, falling in flawless alignment, framing his angular jaw.
Beside the couch, breakfast awaited, toast and a cup of moil coffee. He reached for the cup, his large hands cradling it effortlessly, lifting it to his lips. The man with the cup clutched in his hand, walked to his tablet. His finger worked to open the passcode and his eyes moved as the content of the device popped up.
The calm of the room shattered as the door flung open with a loud thud.
The sound bounced off the walls, yet the black-haired man barely flinched. His broad shoulders squared as he turned slowly. His piercing charcoal gaze met that of the elderly woman who entered, her exasperated sighs filling the once-serene space.
