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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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The office shouts a group greeting as we walk in, everyone happy to see my father, shaking his hand.
My mother immediately goes into her role of perfect wife, never leaving my father's side.
My sister makes a beeline for the appetizers, and I scan the room for Jungkook, but I don't see him anywhere.
Slipping away from the crowd, I trail through the halls, my gaze catching on my father's old office—only now, the name on the door isn't his.
Jeon Jungkook.
I hesitate on whether I should knock or not but decide against it and simply open the door.
Jungkook is seated behind a sleek, large glass desk with metal drawers attached. The city skyline forms a striking backdrop behind him.
He's focused on something he's scribbling on a notepad, partially hidden by his computer monitor, and doesn't notice me enter.
His shirt sleeves are rolled up, and his tie is loosened, giving him a relaxed yet undeniably sexy look.
A tendril of hair falls into his face from his otherwise perfectly tousled style, and his strong jaw is shadowed with stubble.
My eyes linger a second too long.
"Are you going to keep staring, or do you plan to say something?" Jungkook's voice cuts through the silence, his eyes still on the notepad.
I choke back a response, unaware that he even noticed me. "I just wanted to get away from the crowd. I didn't think anyone would be in here," I lie, forcing my voice to stay even.
His stormy gray eyes flick up to meet mine. My breath catches. A smirk tugs at his lips.
"Well, surprise. I'm here." I feel like prey under a predator's gaze, but I refuse to let him see that.
Keeping my movements unhurried, I walk toward the bookcase, running my fingers casually over the spines. I recognize quite a few titles.
"You have an extensive collection...." I murmur, tilting my head slightly. "Do you actually read them?"
Jungkook leans back in his chair, his eyes still following my movements, "I do." His voice, smooth and deep, reaches my ears and sends a thrill down my body.
"This book is a favorite of mine," I say, sliding the book from the shelf.
"One loves because one loves. To reason about it is to destroy everything," Jungkook says the famous line of the book quietly.
I can't help the smile that spreads across my face as my fingers brush over the worn book.
"You read Anna Karenina?"
"I have," he replies, his gaze never wavering. "You seem surprised."
"I'm not surprised," I manage, my voice softer than I intend.
