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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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Inside the house, Jungkook introduces me to Mia—a young housekeeper with an easy, inviting smile.
She tells me that Mrs. Bae, Jungkook's favorite and longest-serving employee, will be back in a week.
Mia is a little older than me, but younger than Jungkook. There's something gentle about her, something that puts me at ease despite myself.
As soon as Jungkook disappears into his office, she links her arm through mine like we've known each other for years.
"Oh, your outfit is stunning," she gushes, eyes sweeping over me.
"And your hair? Your makeup? Seriously, girl, you're gorgeous." I blink at her, caught off guard by the enthusiasm, the warmth.
Compliments aren't foreign to me, but... this feels different. Like she's trying to put me at ease.
Instinctively, my gaze flickers toward Jungkook's office.
Mia leans in close, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Mr.Jeon works a lot, but he is totally obsessed with you."
My breath catches. My head jerks toward her, brows knitting together.
"What do you mean?" She grins, leading me upstairs, her steps light and secretive.
"I like to know about everything that happens in this house," she admits with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Mrs. Bae hates it—scolds me all the time for gossiping—but I just can't help myself."
I'm not sure what to do with that information, so I just listen as she pulls me along, past grand hallways and polished banisters.
When we reach the master bedroom, she opens the door, then shuts it behind us with a soft click.
"This is the only room in the house without audio."
I freeze. "...What?"
Mia laughs lightly, flopping onto the couch like she just told me something as simple as the weather.
"Oh yeah. The whole house has cameras inside and out. But this room?" She exhales in relief.
"No audio. Just video." I scan the room, my pulse quickening.
"How do you know that?" Mia winks, tucking her legs under her.
"A pretty face gets a lot of information around here." She tosses her hair over her shoulder.
"You flirt a little, they give a little." I hesitate before sinking onto the couch beside her.
Something about her confidence makes me uneasy—but not in a bad way. More like she's... too bold for this house. Mia suddenly turns serious, her tone dropping.
