The mansion felt like a labyrinth of shadows and secrets, every corner concealing a hidden truth. Nari found herself wandering through the dimly lit hallways, the walls adorned with art that felt both beautiful and haunting. It was as if each piece was silently judging her, echoing the turmoil inside her heart.
As she approached Jungkook’s favorite lounge, a space lined with leather couches and a large fireplace, she hesitated. The warmth of the room contrasted sharply with the chill of her uncertainty. Tonight felt different.
Taking a deep breath, Nari stepped inside. The flickering flames illuminated Jungkook, who was seated in a sleek chair, his gaze fixed on a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as she entered, the firelight casting a soft glow over his features, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes.
Nari: “You’re always here, drowning in your thoughts,” she remarked, crossing her arms defensively. “Is this your escape? Hiding in your own fortress while the world spins outside?”
Jungkook remained silent, a slight smirk playing on his lips. His gaze never wavered from her, as if he enjoyed watching her try to decipher him. He swirled the whiskey in the glass, the amber liquid catching the light.
Jungkook: “And what about you, Nari? What are you trying to escape from?”
His voice was smooth, laced with a playful challenge. Nari felt the heat rise in her cheeks but refused to back down.
Nari: “I’m not the one hiding behind a drink. I want answers, Jungkook. You can’t just keep me in the dark forever.”
He leaned back in his chair, the casual posture contrasting sharply with the tension in the room. Jungkook seemed unfazed, as if her words were merely a light breeze passing through.
Jungkook: “What answers do you seek? You think you’re ready to bear the truth?”
Nari took a step closer, her heart racing as the distance between them shrank. She could feel the weight of his gaze, the way it pierced through her defenses, and the magnetic pull that seemed to draw her toward him.
Nari: “I need to know why I’m here. Why you chose me. I won’t accept being just a ghost in your world anymore.”
Jungkook’s expression shifted, the smirk fading as he leaned forward, placing the glass on the table with a soft thud. He stood, towering over her with an intensity that made her breath hitch.
Jungkook: “You think it’s a choice? You’re here because you stumbled into something that wasn’t meant for you.”
The air between them crackled, a palpable tension that felt charged with unspoken emotions. Jungkook stepped closer, closing the distance until they were inches apart. Nari’s heart raced as she struggled to maintain her composure.
Nari: “Then why don’t you just let me go? If I’m a burden, why keep me?”
His gaze flickered, and for a brief moment, she thought she saw something vulnerable behind his hardened exterior. But it vanished, replaced by a calculated coldness.
Jungkook (voice low): “You think I would let you walk away? You belong to me now, whether you understand that or not.”
The words hung in the air like a heavy weight. Nari felt a mix of anger and something else—something dangerously close to desire. She held his gaze, refusing to flinch.
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His Stolen Rose 🌹
Fanfiction"I want to protect you, Nari" He said and paused, stepping closer, "but the truth is that I'll destroy you" 🕷️🔥 It's about a girl named Nari, trapped by the dangerous Mafia kingpin, Jeon Jungkook.... because of one mistake of hers, and her life is...
