"I can't believe you lied to me!" Her voice quivered with hurt, and tears streamed down her face. She looked down, trying to contain the storm of emotions within her. "I trusted you."
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Kim Taehyung
That evening, I found myself on the plush leather of my couch, meticulously going through the file on Ivan Petrov. At 27, he was a year younger than me, yet his swift ascendancy to lead his father's company at the age of 25 intrigued me. The connection between the Petrov family and the Jeon family added a layer of complexity that demanded scrutiny.
As I delved deeper, red flags began to unfurl. Ivan's ties to the underworld were like shadows, faint yet ominous. His status as the sole heir to the Petrov empire only intensified the mystery, making him a potent force within the clandestine dealings of his family.
Closing the file, a sense of unease lingered. Ivan wasn't just a business partner; he was a potential threat. A threat with connections that plunged into the murky depths of the underworld. I couldn't afford to dismiss the implications.
Determination settled within me. Uncovering the truth about Ivan Petrov became a necessity. If there was a shadow lurking in the corners, I intended to bring it to light.
I retrieved my phone, fingers dancing over the screen as I dialed a familiar number.
OTP
"Keep an eye on Jeon Jennie tomorrow evening."
The words left my lips with a gravity that underscored the seriousness of the situation. It was a move born out of caution, a step into the shadows to shield someone I couldn't help but feel a growing connection to.
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Jeon Jennie
The next evening, I found myself at the quaint Italian restaurant, awaiting Ivan's arrival. The ambiance was warm, the soft glow of lights creating an intimate atmosphere. As Ivan walked in, a smile played on his lips, one that held a familiarity from our shared past. We exchanged pleasantries, and he pulled out the chair for me, a gesture that felt rehearsed and gentlemanly.
As the evening unfolded, Ivan's attempts to steer the conversation toward more intimate matters became increasingly apparent. His subtle hints and lingering touches made me uneasy, creating an atmosphere that felt more like a subtle pursuit than a friendly catch-up.
During a moment when the conversation shifted to our personal lives, Ivan's tone took on a more suggestive note.
Ivan: "Jennie, life is short, and we should embrace every opportunity for happiness. Don't you think?"
His eyes held a lingering gaze that went beyond the words spoken. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying to divert the conversation back to safer grounds.
Jennie: "Ivan, we're here to catch up as friends, right? Let's keep it light."
However, Ivan seemed persistent, his hand casually finding mine as if claiming a connection that I wasn't willing to acknowledge.
Ivan: "Of course, friends can share more than just memories. There's no harm in exploring what could be."
The discomfort grew, and I subtly withdrew my hand, my smile strained as I attempted to navigate through a conversation that had taken an unexpected turn.
Jennie: "Ivan, I appreciate our friendship, but I have my own life now. Let's not complicate things."
Ivan's response was a charming smile that held a hint of disappointment, but he didn't push further-at least not overtly. The dinner continued, but the air between us had shifted, leaving me to contemplate the dynamics of a friendship that seemed to be on the brink of something more, something I wasn't ready to entertain.
Throughout dinner, Ivan's demeanor took a turn that made me increasingly uneasy. His touches lingered a bit too long, his hand on my lower back sending a shiver down my spine. His attempts at sweetness felt forced, each compliment a brushstroke on a canvas of discomfort.
I couldn't shake the feeling that Ivan was trying to bridge a gap that I had no intention of crossing. His eyes held a lingering gaze, and every word seemed to carry an undercurrent of intention. The more he leaned in, the more I felt a need to lean away.
As the evening progressed, Ivan's advances became bolder. He complimented my appearance, his fingers tracing patterns on the back of my hand. The air grew thick with tension, and I found myself searching for an excuse to cut the evening short.
Ivan, however, seemed oblivious to my discomfort. His attempts at charm, though possibly genuine, felt misplaced. Every inch of me screamed to retreat, to put an end to the evening that was turning into a maze of awkward exchanges.
As the night concluded, Ivan walked me to the door, his parting words laced with a suggestion that felt uncomfortably familiar.
Ivan: "I had a great time, Jennie. We should do this again soon, don't you think?"
The unspoken implication hung in the air, and I nodded vaguely, a polite smile masking the turmoil within. As the door closed behind him, I couldn't help but wonder how Taehyung would react to this unsettling dinner date.
