In a gritty underworld of crime and deception, Chaeyoung fights to clear her name after being falsely accused. As she seeks justice, fate leads her to an unexpected encounter with a charismatic yet dangerous mafia boss. Torn between her mission and...
She started to open my sweater with her index finger, a slow and deliberate movement that sent a shiver down my spine. Her touch on my chest made every hair stand on end, and the room seemed to grow warmer with each passing moment.
I watched her with a mix of anticipation and desire, feeling the magnetic pull between us intensify. The air crackled with a palpable energy as she traced patterns on my skin, and I couldn't help but be captivated by her every move.
She sat on the bed, the towel hugging her perfect figure. A mischievous smirk played on her lips, almost as if she was challenging me. Unable to resist the temptation, I bit my lip and started to tug my jeans down, letting them fall to the floor, revealing myself in just my boxers.
With each step towards her, I could feel the intensity in the air thickening. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the magnetic pull between us. Her eyes followed my every move, a silent acknowledgment of the desire that simmered beneath the surface.
Just as I'm about to deepen the connection between us, my phone rudely interrupts the moment. I curse under my breath, annoyed by the untimely intrusion. Ignoring the incessant ringing, I try to refocus on Rose, but it seems the mood has already shifted.
She doesn't look pleased, a mix of frustration and disappointment etched across her features. I run a hand through my hair, torn between answering the call and salvaging what's left of the intimate atmosphere. The ringing persists, a harsh reminder of the outside world encroaching on our private space.
Rose POV
"You should take it. I have a feeling it might be important. You're a busy man after all..." I say, forcing a smile despite the lingering disappointment. Understanding his responsibilities is one thing, but it doesn't make the interruption any less frustrating.
Jungkook hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering between me and the persistently ringing phone. Eventually, he nods and reaches for the phone. As he answers the call, I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering unease that has settled over the room. The mood has shifted, and I can't help but wonder if the interruption has changed the course of our evening.
Jungkook POV
I smile faintly at her and kiss her forehead. "Wait for me here," I instruct, and she nods in understanding. As I step out from the room to take the call, it's Jimin hyung on the line.
"What is it, hyung? This better be important," I speak in a stern tone, concerned about the intrusion.
"Well, Jungkook, I know you said you don't want us to bother you, but I think you'll need to hear this."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Someone sent Rose a parcel, and yeah, we opened it just in case... Then I found some note. Probably you'll want to see it; I'll send the picture right now."
As the image comes through, my jaw tightens with anger. The anonymous note reads, 'You don't know anything about her.' I grit my teeth, realizing that there's a traitor in my house, someone daring to send notes to Rose. This only fuels my determination to protect her and find out who's behind this.
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