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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 rest of the week flies by, and I haven't heard from Jungkook since the night he sent me home. All he left me with was a simple text—
'Glad you're home safe.'
After that, nothing. No calls. No messages. Just silence.
I even tried reaching out, sent him a good morning text with a selfie, something light, something that might make him smile.
But it was left unread.
The distance between us stretches like an empty, endless sea.
Every time my phone lights up, my stomach twists. Hope flutters, only to collapse under the weight of disappointment when it's never him.
He's turning into a ghost before he's even mine.
He had been so tender, so careful with me, and for a fleeting moment, I let myself believe. I let myself hope.
But the more I think about it, the more distressing it becomes, like thorny vines coiling around my heart, squeezing tighter with every passing second.
Now, standing in front of the mirror in my bridal gown for the final fitting, I barely recognize the woman staring back at me.
The lace is delicate, the embroidery perfect. The veil catches the light just right.
And yet, my reflection looks hollow. Like a bride on a music box—beautiful, elegant, and trapped behind the glass.
She's beautiful, yes. But sad. Afraid.
I don't feel like a dutiful daughter securing an alliance for my family and the kims. I feel naïve. Hoodwinked. Foolish. Falling for him in a matter of days, like a child still believing in fairy tales and dreams.
Cassandra circles me, beaming. She gushes about how stunning I look in the off-shoulder lace gown, how it hugs my waist before flowing into a cloud of ivory tulle.
But all I can think about is how I feel like a lamb being led to slaughter—adorned and prepared for a fate that now brings me no joy.
"He's whipped for you, I see," Cassandra says, pulling me from my thoughts.
"What?" I blink, confused.
She smiles knowingly and lifts my left hand.
"His mother's ring."
"Oh... yeah." I gently pull my hand back, cradling it in the other.
"He gave it to me at dinner with her book—for formalities."
Cassandra's eyes widen. "What book?"
"Vitals of life." I say it softly, my gaze dropping to the ring as it glitters under the boutique's lights, casting fractured reflections against my skin.
