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I don't remember when I drifted off, but the sharp bang of the front door slamming downstairs yanks me from sleep like a bucket of ice water.
My heart slams against my ribs, my mind foggy yet instantly alert.
The weight of last night presses against my skin, the ghost of Jungkook's touch lingering in places that still throb with warmth.
Jungkook.
He's home.
I barely take a breath before I'm up, tightening my robe around me as I hurry down the stairs, my pulse a frenzied beat in my ears.
The anticipation—of his presence, his voice, his hands—drives me forward too fast.
I miscalculate the last step, my footing slipping out from under me.
A startled gasp escapes me just as strong arms catch me, steadying me before I can fall.
Not Jungkook.
My gaze snaps up, locking onto the wrong pair of eyes—light, sharp, filled with amusement.
My stomach twists as a slow, knowing smile spreads across Jimin's face.
"Well, Tiny," he muses, his voice laced with humor.
"What a lovely way to greet me." I wrench myself out of his grasp.
"What are you doing here?" My voice betrays me, shaky with confusion and something else—something colder.
Jimin smirks, tilting his head like he's amused by my reaction. "Jungkook sent me to check in. He's still working."
"Jungkook can appoint the king to watch his wife?" I ask, the disbelief thick in my voice.
His smirk falters just enough to show the flicker of annoyance beneath his easy arrogance.
"No one appoints me," he says smoothly, but there's an edge now, a quiet warning.
"This is more of a brotherly favor." His arm drapes over my shoulders.
"Come on," he says, guiding me toward the kitchen like I don't have a choice.
"Why don't we get some breakfast? Have a little chat. Get to know each other." There's something unsettling in how casual he makes it sound.
I swallow hard and nod, forcing my body to move.
"Tell me, tiny," he drawls, the amusement creeping back into his tone, "have you ever fired a gun?"
I step out from under his arm.
"Can I get dressed first?" His chuckle is low, dark.
"If you have to." I don't wait for a second dismissal.
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