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--Jungkook's Perspective--

The kitchen was filled with the comforting aroma of chicken ramen as I carefully prepped the meal.

I couldn’t help but throw glances at the clock, wondering why she hadn’t joined us yet.

Mia, beside me, was chopping some vegetables, her usual chirpy self.

But something was gnawing at me—probably the fact that she hadn’t come down yet.

“Mia, go call her,” I instructed, my voice firmer than usual.

“Why? She’s not a kid. She’ll come down when she’s ready,”

Mia shot back, sounding slightly annoyed.

I muttered under my breath, “Mature, my foot,” making sure she couldn’t hear. “Come on, just go,” I insisted.

She rolled her eyes but relented. “Okay, fine.”
“Thank you,” I flashed her a smile, the kind that usually gets me out of trouble.

She smiled back, as expected.

As Mia left to fetch her, I busied myself with the finishing touches on dinner, but my mind couldn’t stop wondering what was keeping her.

When Mia returned, I glanced up at her, eager for an answer.

“Where’s she?” I asked, my voice betraying more interest than I’d intended.

“She said she’s—” Mia barely got the words out before I bolted upstairs, unable to wait any longer.

I didn’t care that I’d interrupted her; all I knew was that I needed to check on her myself.

A part of me sensed Mia’s frustration, but it didn’t matter. My focus was elsewhere.

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I reached my room, the door creaking slightly as I stepped inside.

There she was—completely relaxed, sprawled out on my bed with her phone in hand, scrolling through something that had her attention.

My eyes, traitorous as ever, were immediately drawn to her.

My gaze traveled over her long, smooth legs, and then to the shirt she wore—my shirt.

The top buttons were undone, leaving a sliver of her skin exposed.

It stirred something deep within me that I struggled to suppress.

For a second, I allowed myself to step closer, my eyes drifting lower.

There it was—her cleavage.

My brain was screaming at me to look away, but my body wasn’t listening.

Everything about the way she looked at that moment felt forbidden, but so incredibly tempting.

I knew better, and yet, I couldn’t resist.

And then, as if reading my mind, she spoke.