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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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Jungkook is intimidating.
In person, he's magnanimous, besides his size, his presence takes up a lot of space, even in the expansive club I could feel him everywhere.
I sensed his eyes on me before I saw him. I recognized him as soon as our eyes met last night. For the past week I have stared at his photo more times than I can count.
I could pick those eyes out in a lineup.
But last night those eyes stared into me as if I were prey and he was hunting my every move. I feel a chill rollup my spine thinking about it.
My husband to be is a force of a man.
If just being in his company in a room full of people stifled me, I can't fathom being alone with him.
I look down at his photo again; Jeon Jungkook is handsome in a way that feels dangerous—like a man who could unravel you with a glance but wouldn't care enough to piece you back together.
There's nothing in his eyes that gives away who he really is.
Though after seeing him I should count myself lucky, I could have been arranged to Max or worse, someone much older, less fit, bald and hateful.
I hope Jungkook isn't hateful.
I trace my fingertip over his photo and startle at a knock on my door. Mimi pokes her head inside.
"Someone is here to see you," she says quietly.
"Who?" I ask, my heart stuttering in my chest. I place the photo down hastily and smooth out my skirt.
"I don't know, some hot guy." Mimi says her eyes lighting up.
Confused, I follow her to our front door where my mother stands with a man I haven't seen before.
He's well built, his black shirt stretching over his chest, he's wearing a harness with his guns strapped securely. His dark hair is gelled keeping his curls neat, his warm brown eyes meet mine, and he gives me a kind smile.
"Y/n?" I nod and my mother steps away giving me some space with the stranger in our hall.
"My name's Yeonjun, I work for Jungkook," he says simply, and I notice a plain brown box in his hands my heart thrums at what it could possibly be.
"Nice to meet you," I say extending my hand, instead of giving me his hand, he places the box in mine.
"Jungkook wanted you to have this, I'm supposed to collect your old one while I'm here," he says plainly his eyes leaving mine and going to Mimi.
"Hi!" she says with a giggle.
"Hey Kid." he acknowledges with a nod. I open the box and inside is a cellphone.
