The Night In The Room 69 ✅️

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As night came, YN sat on her bed, mentally preparing for the night's mission. Just then, a soft knock on the door broke her concentration. A maid entered, holding a neatly wrapped parcel.

"Miss YN, this just arrived for you," the maid said, placing the package gently on the bed.

Curious, YN took the parcel and carefully unwrapped it. As the fabric unfolded, her breath hitched. It was a stunning red dress, beautifully tailored and glimmering under the light.

Alongside the dress was a simple note:

"Wear this. - J.K."

Her heart raced as she processed the gesture. The dress was amazing, but a wave of uncertainty washed over her. "How am I supposed to fight in this?" she muttered to herself.

After a moment of hesitation, she decided to try it on. As she slipped into the dress, she admired herself in the mirror. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves and making her feel both beautiful and powerful.

As she checked herself on mirror and someone trying to opening the door, it was Jungkook , he saw yn in that dress.

For a moment, he forgot everything-his mission, the stakes, even the rivalry between their families. All he could see was her. The way the dress flowed around her, the confidence in her stance-it took everything in him to maintain his composure.

He cleared his throat, trying to regain his usual cool demeanor. "I'll wait outside in the car," he said, his voice steady but lacking the usual edge. He quickly turned away, closing the door behind him, hoping to mask the emotions swirling within him.

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AT PARTY

YN took a deep breath, readying herself for what was to come, but the moment she stepped forward, Jungkook grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close against him.

Her breath hitched in surprise, her body stiffening at the sudden intimacy.
"What are you doing?" she hissed under her breath, shooting him an angry glare.

Jungkook leaned down, his lips brushing close to her ear as he murmured, "We're supposed to be a couple tonight, remember? Act the part."

YN's eyes flashed with anger as she tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, his fingers resting firmly on her waist. "I don't need you to hold onto me like that," she protested, trying to keep her voice calm despite the heat rising in her chest. "I can handle myself just fine."

Jungkook chuckled softly, his voice smooth but laced with teasing arrogance. "Do as i say or you won't leave this place alive." His dark eyes held hers for a moment longer, challenging her.

She glared at him, but deep down, she knew he was right. This party was a dangerous one.

"Fine," she bit out, her voice sharp. "But don't get used to it."

Jungkook smirked, pulling her even closer as they approached the entrance.

They entered the lavish ballroom, the golden glow of chandeliers lighting the sea of well-dressed elites and powerful criminals.

The air smelled of expensive perfume, cigars, and danger, and YN felt Jungkook's hand remain firm on her waist as they glided through the crowd. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, and though she hated to admit it, a part of her felt...safe.

"Smile," Jungkook murmured, his tone almost mocking "You're supposed to be happy to be here."

YN forced a smile, her jaw tight with annoyance. "I am happy-happy that this night will be over soon," she replied sharply.

He let out a low laugh, his breath warm against her ear. "You're cute when you're angry."

"Don't push your luck, Jungkook."

They continued to move through the crowd, and always keeping his arm securely around her waist.

Every time YN tried to pull away even slightly, he would subtly tighten his grip, making sure she stayed close.

She hated how her body reacted to him,
They reached the heart of the party, and Jungkook's hand slid lower, dangerously close to the small of her back.

YN shot him a look that could kill. "Hands off," she warned quietly, her voice deadly.

Jungkook only grinned, enjoying her frustration. "Relax," he said. "Just playing my role."

"You're enjoying this too much," she muttered under her breath, but she had no choice but to play along.

As they stood by the bar, Jungkook leaned down again, his lips barely an inch from her ear. "We're being watched," he whispered, his voice serious now. "Play nice."

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SHE glanced at Jungkook, noticing his eyes narrowing with cold calculation. Without a word, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her toward the dance floor, surprising her.

"Jungkook, what are you-" YN began, but he silenced her with a stern look.

"Shh," Jungkook whispered, pulling her close as he began to lead her into a slow, sensual dance, blending in with the couples around them.

His movements were smooth, confident, and far too intimate for YN's liking. "You're disturbing my mood," he added with a sly smirk, his tone teasing.

YN protested, squirming slightly in his arms. "This isn't part of the plan," she muttered, her voice edged with irritation.

Jungkook leaned in closer, his lips hovering near her ear. "You're right," he whispered. "But Lee Xin may be watching us. We need to do this." His voice dropped lower, taking on a flirtatious edge. "Besides, you look too beautiful tonight to ignore."

YN blinked at his words, her breath catching in her throat. Before she could respond, Jungkook dipped his face near hers, their lips almost brushing. She could feel the heat of his breath, the intensity in his eyes.

"Jungkook..." she whispered, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by his closeness.

"Focus on me, YN," he murmured softly, his eyes burning with a mix of emotions she couldn't quite decipher. "Forget about everyone, everything."

YN wanted to protest again, but something about the way he looked at her-his gaze intense, his lips curled into a slight smile-made her falter.

His eyes spoke a million words, full of something she couldn't define. It wasn't just desire; it was deeper, more intimate, like he was sharing a part of himself she hadn't seen before.

"Remember the first time we danced?" Jungkook asked suddenly, his voice filled with nostalgia. "You didn't trust me then, either."

YN frowned, confused by his sudden shift to the past. "What are you talking about?"

Jungkook's voice softened, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned closer. " when it was just us... I was real with you, YN. I never faked anything. Not my feelings, not my love."

His eyes held hers, heavy with unspoken memories. "I've only ever been true with you."

Before she could respond, Jungkook's lips crashed against hers, pulling her into a deep, unexpected kiss.

YN's eyes widened in shock, her hands instinctively gripping the back of his neck as she tried to process what was happening. The world around them seemed to blur, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Jungkook kissed her with a passion that took her breath away, and for a moment, she forgot everything-the mission, Lee Xin, the party.

All that existed was him. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body betraying her as she melted into the kiss, her hands tightening around him.