"Marriage by Agreement, Love by chance"

Chapter 22: Unexpected Intimacy

As the car approached Jungkook's house, the atmosphere grew serene, and the night painted a tapestry of dark, velvety hues across the sky. YN gazed out the window, captivated by the beauty of the night, and her heart was surprisingly calm.

When they arrived, YN noticed the numerous guards stationed around the property. It struck her as odd, given that Jungkook was indeed famous, but this level of security seemed excessive. Despite her curiosity, she decided not to question it. She offered a warm smile to each guard they passed, acknowledging their presence.

As YN entered the house, a maid greeted them with a respectful bow, addressing them as "Mr. Jeon and Mrs. Jeon." Jungkook didn't acknowledge her, which YN found off-putting. Despite his indifference, she made a point to nod her head with a warm smile and return the bow. Her manners were a stark contrast to Jungkook's cold demeanor.

Following Jungkook, YN entered their room. It was dimly lit, a far cry from the warm and cozy ambiance she was accustomed to in her own room. Jungkook instructed her to freshen up, his voice retaining its usual frosty tone. YN nodded silently and made her way to the bathroom.

Inside, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions and uncertainties surrounding her new life. The events of the day had taken their toll, and as YN washed her face, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead.

Meanwhile, Jungkook sat on the bed, engrossed in his work, his thoughts kept carefully guarded.

YN found herself struggling with the zipper of her dress, much like the scenarios she had read about in romance novels. Frustration welled up as she muttered sarcastically, "God, you do hate me." Her efforts to undo the stubborn zipper proved futile, leaving her exclaiming, "Fine, fuck you," in exasperation. It was a humorous mix of annoyance and resignation.

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Knowing that she had no choice but to seek Jungkook's assistance, YN decided to ask for his help. She emerged from the bathroom, clutching her dress to prevent it from falling off. With a hesitant tone, she called out, "J-Jungkook." He looked up from his phone and directed his attention toward her, waiting for her request.

Clearing her throat, YN spoke softly, "I need your help with the zipper." As she awaited his response, a sense of vulnerability washed over her, knowing that this was a moment of dependency in her newfound marriage.

YN was acutely aware that she should have turned away, but the proximity and the unexpected touch of Jungkook's hands on her bare back left her momentarily frozen. She felt a rush of sensations coursing through her body, and in her surprise, she instinctively clutched onto Jungkook's coat, her fingers tightly gripping the fabric. Their eyes locked in a moment of unexpected intimacy, and for a brief second, the world around them seemed to disappear.

Their connection was abruptly severed when Jungkook smoothly unzipped her dress, causing it to cascade down . As Yn's dress slipped down slightly, exposing her chest, her eyes widened in shock, and she quickly used her hands to cover herself.

 The room fell into a tense silence as she and Jungkook locked eyes. For a moment, neither of them moved, their hearts racing. Yn's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, embarrassed by the unexpected situation.

Before Jungkook could say anything, Yn stammered out a hurried, "Thank you," her voice quivering with embarrassment. She turned on her heel and dashed into the bathroom, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jungkook watched her retreat, a bemused expression on his face. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself and shake his head. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from Yn, and he found it oddly endearing, even though he'd never admit it out loud.

After Yn rushed into the bathroom, leaving Jungkook alone in the room, he couldn't help but smile to himself. He muttered to no one in particular, "It looked soft."