𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 [𝐉𝐉𝐊]

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[JK's POV]

You’ve tormented your poor Kookoo long enough; it’s time I get a bit of revenge, my moon.

I couldn’t stop smiling. I had been so caught up in my emotions, in the fear of losing her, that I hadn’t seen the truth for what it was.

She wasn’t pulling away—she was pulling me in, trying to see if I’d follow.

And now that I knew the game, I was more than ready to play along.

A few minutes later, Y/n emerged from the fitting room, carrying a shopping bag with her clothes.

Her expression was one of mild confusion as she caught sight of my wide grin, probably wondering what had happened to the gloomy Jungkook she had left behind.

I could almost see the gears turning in her head, trying to figure out what had changed.

“Did you finalize your dress for the big day?” I asked, my tone syrupy sweet, placing a deliberate emphasis on big day. I could see her frown deepen, trying to decipher the sudden shift in my mood.

“Well, I asked you to pick something for me, didn’t I?” she replied, slightly wary. “I was just checking Hyunie’s options.”

I raised an eyebrow at the nickname, my smile widening as I caught the slight hesitation in her voice.

“Hyunie, huh?” I repeated, letting my voice rise just an octave, adding a playful edge that I knew would get under her skin.

She visibly shivered at the change in my tone, her nerves starting to show. I leaned in closer, bending down to her height level so that we were eye to eye. “But you never told me what kind of dress you’re searching for, my moon. What kind of dress are you looking for on the big day?”

She gulped, her bravado faltering as she stammered, “What do you m-mean by what kind of dress? A dress s-suitable for w-wedding…”

I couldn’t hold back the chuckle that rumbled in my chest, leaning even closer to her, our faces almost touching. “Yeah, a wedding dress. But for what exactly? The wedding? The reception? Bridal white? Or maybe you prefer something more colorful? Floral patterns? Something cute? Maybe mid-length? Or…”

I paused, letting the anticipation build as I watched her squirm, “…something like a maid of honor dress?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, the color draining from her face as she realized I was onto her little game.

She fumbled for a response, her voice barely above a whisper, “Why would I be thinking about a maid of honor dress?”

I hummed, pretending to think it over, watching her squirm a little more.