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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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He kissed me.
Consumed me.
That kiss was like coming up for air after drowning, like finally drinking after dying of thirst. It was passionate, magnetic, breathtaking... perfect.
Maybe Mimi was right. Maybe this could be more than duty. More than an arrangement.
Jungkook leaves, and I reach for my swollen lips, still tingling from his touch.
That kiss—it was intense, filled with passion, with unbridled need. I've never been kissed like that before. Never felt anything like it.
I exhale shakily, placing the fallen roses onto the dresser and gathering what's left of my breath. My skin still burns where his lips touched, a phantom heat I ache to feel again.
His scent lingers in the air, in my hair, wrapping around me like a whisper of what just happened.
I turn to the mirror, and the sight makes me blush. Anyone would think something far more scandalous happened in this room.
The door swings open, and Cassandra and Isabella return. The moment their eyes land on me, my cheeks ignite. Isabella giggles.
Cassandra sighs, rolling her eyes. "I told him not to ruin you," she says exasperated. "I hope you two had fun, it's going to cost him double to fix this."
"We—I didn't—" I stammer, but Isabella just giggles harder, meeting my gaze in the mirror as she re-pins my hair and tucks the roses back into place.
"Sure," Cassandra drawls, shaking her head in disbelief. She kneels, fluffing out my dress.
She smirks as she sweeps on shimmering shadow, then soft lipstick.
"How do I look?" I ask, shifting slightly to view myself from all angles.
Cassandra steps back, her critical eye sweeping over me with approval before she dusts off her hands.
"You look breathtaking," she says sincerely.
"Like a true princess," she whispers, awed.
A knock at the door cuts through the moment.
My breath hitches in anticipation as Isabella steps forward to open it.
It's not Jungkook, as I half-expected.
Instead, Mimi stands in the doorway, eyes shining with excitement, a stunning bouquet of lilies and roses clutched in her hands.
She gasps as she takes me in fully.
"Oh, Y/n," she breathes, holding the bouquet out to me. "You are going to take everyone's breath away." I accept it gratefully, pressing the flowers close to my chest.
