Yn's pov
His tone was cool, his words laced with a hint of skepticism as he said, "Well, it's not like I asked for your presence, but I suppose we're stuck with each other for now."
My heart skipped a beat as I turned my gaze towards the source of the sound. There, standing before me, was Jungkook, an unexpected presence that left me momentarily stunned.
A rush of emotions surged within me—surprise, embarrassment, and a hint of disbelief. My shirt was unbuttoned, and I was in the midst of changing, a fact that was suddenly magnified by Jungkook's presence.
My initial reaction was a gasp of surprise, and my cheeks flushed with a deepening shade of crimson as the realization washed over me. I quickly moved to cover myself, a mix of embarrassment and uncertainty coursing through my veins.
After hastily buttoning my dress, I turned to face Jungkook, my cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. I couldn't help but roll my eyes playfully, with a hint of a mischievous smile, retorted, "Well, it's my room, Jungkook, so I suppose you should've expected the unexpected when you barged in."
My words carried a playful assertiveness, gently reminding Jungkook of the context while also maintaining a sense of humor.
With my heart racing and my cheeks still flushed with embarrassment, I hurriedly dashed toward the bathroom, my steps echoing with the urgency of the moment. As I reached the door, I closed it firmly behind me, creating a physical barrier between myself and the unforeseen intrusion.
Leaning against the bathroom door, I let out a heavy sigh. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I couldn't help but replay the unexpected encounter with Jungkook in my room—the gasp of surprise, the rush of embarrassment, and the deepening shade of crimson on my cheeks.
As I closed my eyes, trying to regain my composure, Jungkook's face came vividly to mind. His presence in such an intimate and unexpected moment left an indelible mark on my thoughts.
My mind painted a portrait of Jungkook, each detail etched in the canvas of my thoughts with poetic reverence.
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His hair, tousled and wet, seemed to defy gravity, a dark cascade that framed his face with an irresistible allure. Drops of water clung to its strands like glistening gems, adding an unexpected contrast to his otherwise composed demeanor.
His eyes, obsidian pools devoid of easily discernible emotion, held secrets that beckoned the curious. They were windows to a soul that remained shrouded in mystery, offering glimpses into a world I yearned to explore.
His lips, a subtle shade of pink, were a temptation too tempting to ignore. Their softness and allure whispered of the possibility of a forbidden kiss, a promise of unspoken desires.
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His face, a masterpiece of symmetry and perfection, was sculpted by the hands of an invisible artist. Every contour and angle seemed meticulously designed to captivate and enthrall.
Dressed in the darkest of attire, he exuded an aura of intrigue—an enigma cloaked in shadows, a riddle waiting to be unraveled. God damn, he was so hot, and his presence was a paradox, both alluring and intimidating, drawing me in with an irresistible gravity.
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"Marriage by Agreement, Love by chance"
Fanfic"Think twice before saying yes, YN," he breathed into my ear, his tone filled with a veiled threat. "I can make your life hell, and you'll regret it to hell and back." "I am ready to marry Jeon Jungkook."
