𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || ᴠɪᴍɪɴᴋᴏᴏᴋ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ꜰꜰ

SEVEN

7071 words! What was I thinking 🤔
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Jeon's Pov:

I was talking to Jimin in the living room, my mind a tangled mess of irritation and confusion. I sat on the edge of the couch, drumming my fingers against my knee with a steady rhythm that mirrored the tumult of my emotions. I was waiting for Y/N to come down from her room. The whole situation seemed like a twisted directive from her brother, who could've easily asked one of the other two bodyguards-Jimin or Taehyung-but here I was, playing escort. Surely, her brother knew how much Y/N liked to toy with me.

"What's taking her so long?" I muttered, my voice a mix of annoyance and something else I refused to label.

"Girls take time," Jimin replied, a casual smile on his face. "Besides, it's a party. She's got to look stunning, you know!" Jimin shot back, that infuriatingly boyish grin on his face. "You should be thanking her for taking her time!"

I rolled my eyes, mentally scoffing at the ridiculousness of Jimin's comment. Thanking her? The only thing I could think about was how she was guaranteed to walk down those stairs with a look designed solely to make my blood boil.

I shot him a glare that could have melted steel. "You'd know, since you two seem to be getting along so well."

His smile widened, and I felt a stab of jealousy that I couldn't quite conceal. Y/N and Jimin had been laughing together earlier, their laughter echoing through the halls like a siren call. I had seen them in the kitchen, flour flying everywhere as Jimin helped her decorate a cake. I shouldn't have been eavesdropping, but their laughter had drawn me in, and I found myself frozen in the doorway, watching the scene unfold. Y/N's eyes sparkled with joy, and when Jimin smeared a bit of flour on her cheek, her infectious laughter filled the room.

It was enough to send my heart into chaos. Why was I feeling like this? This wasn't a high school drama-it was my job to protect her. Keeping that in mind, the possessive spark of irritation creeping into my chest made no sense. Maybe I should just have ignored it all. But I couldn't.

"Why didn't she go with you, then? You get along well," I said, trying to keep things civil despite the rising tide of resentment.

"Y/N likes to keep her options open," he teased, winking at me. "Can't blame her, can you?"

I rolled my eyes and was about to voice another complaint, the creaking of the stairs caught my attention. I lifted my gaze, and time itself seemed to stop. Y/N appeared at the bottom step, framed against the backdrop of our dimly lit living room, and for a split second, the annoyance and irritation faded into absolute bewilderment.

My mouth was slightly agape as I took in her beauty-there was no denying that. The world around me faded into silence. I startled, suddenly unable to think or breathe as I took in her beauty, my heart racing dangerously in my chest. I tried not to stare, but every intention crumbled as my eyes traced up and down her figure. She looked nothing short of stunning. The dress she wore was a delicate piece of fabric that clung to her curves in a way that drove me absolutely mad. It was short-sinfully so-leaving little to the imagination while flattering every inch of her. This girl was trouble. The kind of trouble that left you wondering just how far you'd let yourself fall.

Breathe. Just breathe.

I remembered her feisty attitude, that sarcastic wit that wrapped around her like a shield. But all I could focus on were those long legs that seemed to go on forever beneath the hem of her dress, and the way she carried herself with a confidence that made my heart beat double-time. Shit! Why was I thinking about how I could trace my fingers along those smooth thighs?