Volume 1
[𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥]
❝𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐧, 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞❞
Top Taehyung
Bottom Jungkook
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"Taehyung, Promise your mother, that you will not marry Jeon Jungkook at any cost.
I accept the deàth rather...
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The sleek black car pulled up smoothly in front of the Kim Manor, its glossy surface reflecting the bright sunlight.
The driver stepped out first, swiftly moving to the back to open the door. From the car emerged two impeccably dressed women, their presence immediately demanded attention the moment they set foot on the gravel driveway.
Aunt Yin was the first to step out, her high heels clicking against the stone as she smoothed down the hem of her tailored ivory coat. Her sunglasses perched atop her nose, covering half of her face but doing nothing to hide the sharp, almost scrutinizing way she glanced around. With her chin tilted slightly upwards, she surveyed the manor as though inspecting it for imperfections. Her lips painted a striking shade of red, curved into a self-satisfied smile.
Following closely behind wasAunt Kin. Her hair was styled into perfect waves that cascaded over her shoulders and she carried an oversized designer handbag, swinging it slightly as she stepped forward. Kin's eyes darted towards Yin and without even looking at her sister, Yin gave a slight nod, as if they had silently approved of the manor before even setting foot inside.
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"Well, isn't this quaint," Yin commented, her voice dripping with politeness, the kind that barely masked her superiority. She adjusted her sunglasses and took a deep breath as if the air itself was a matter of quality to her.
Kin smiled, though it was more of a smirk, her eyes flicking towards the manor's entrance.
The two women climbed up the stairs of the grand manor. Every movement they made oozed elegance, but superiority was present. They didn't rush, didn't falter—each step was poised as if the world itself should wait for them.
As they approached the door, Yin paused and glanced back at the car, her eyebrow arching slightly.
"Make sure the bags are handled carefully," she called out to the driver.
