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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 house is a flurry of activity in the morning, just like Jungkook said it would be.
Men move with quiet efficiency—nods replacing greetings, eye contact kept to a minimum.
The tension is thick, the air humming with unspoken rules.
I try to play the part of the perfect wife, but every room I step into empties just as quickly.
And to make it worse, my husband is nowhere to be found, while his brother, Jimin, lingers.
I avoid him just like everyone else avoids me.
It's not that I'm incapable of introducing myself, but by the time afternoon rolls around, I'm drained.
The constant movement, the sharp glances, the unspoken weight of my presence—it's too much.
Seeking an escape, I slip outside and lay down on the bench beneath the shade of the mango trees.
The air is warm, thick with the scent of flowers, and for the first time today, I let myself breathe.
I close my eyes. It doesn't last long.
A shadow falls over me, pulling me from my moment of peace. My eyes snap open, and I'm met with the sight of a young man.
Sunlight catches in his light brown hair, forming a halo around his head.
His pleasant smile disarms me instantly. I scramble to sit up, smoothing my dress down my thighs, forcing a polite smile.
"Is this spot taken?" he asks, nodding toward the bench. I shake my head, shifting over.
"No, please. Sit."
"I'm Cha Eunwoo." he introduces himself, offering his hand.
"Jeon Y/n." I take it, his grip firm but careful—a contrast to the world we live in.
For a while, we sit in silence. It's comfortable, something I didn't realize I was craving.
Then a voice shatters the peace.
"Eunwoo...." The warmth in his face disappears as he stiffens and rises to his feet.
His eyes meet Jimin's.
"Jimin." His nod is respectful, but the tension in his jaw betrays him.
"Hi Y/n..." he greets, voice cold.
His eyes flick down, assessing me. I know that look, scanning for any hint of impropriety. I swallow hard.
"Hello Jimin" I say, forcing my voice steady. He studies me for another beat before shifting his attention back to Eunwoo. His lips curl into something that isn't quite a smile.
"I hope Eunwoo isn't bothering you." A veiled threat. A reminder.
"He's been very kind," I answer quickly, trying to keep whatever this is from escalating.
