The Cage of Desire | Jungkook ff

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻: 𝗔 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝘀

The late autumn sun shone through the massive glass walls of Jungkook and YN's penthouse, painting golden patterns across the marble floor. The warmth in the air was perfect—not too hot, not too cold. YN found herself lounging on the couch, the gentle breeze caressing her bare feet as she scrolled through her emails. It was an unusually calm afternoon, the kind of day that made the world seem just a little bit softer.

Jungkook had left early for a meeting, but he had insisted she join him later for a surprise. He had left no details, just a hint of mischief in his smile that had her wondering all morning. YN couldn't deny that his surprises always left her feeling like the most cherished person in the world, and she couldn't wait to see what he had planned this time.

Later, as the clock struck noon, a message appeared on her phone from Jungkook: "The car will pick you up in ten. Be ready, Darling."

YN's heart fluttered as she quickly gathered her things, slipping into a deep emerald dress that clung to her form just enough to make her feel elegant. She topped it with a light trench coat, her hair cascading loosely over her shoulders. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt a wave of anticipation—something about the mystery of today made her pulse race just a bit faster.

Exactly ten minutes later, a black luxury sedan pulled up in front of their building, and the chauffeur stepped out, greeting her with a polite smile. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Jeon. Mr. Jeon has asked me to bring you to the venue."

YN smiled back, sliding into the plush backseat. She could only imagine what Jungkook had in store. The drive took her through familiar streets before eventually pulling up in front of an impressive building—the kind she had always admired for its grandeur.

The chauffeur opened her door, and YN stepped out, her breath catching at the sight before her. The building was an exclusive event space, the kind reserved for only the most luxurious gatherings, with intricate architecture and lush gardens.

Inside, she was greeted by a concierge who led her through an opulent hallway to a private elevator. She couldn't help but feel a thrill—this was extravagant, but obviously not for Jungkook.

When the elevator opened, YN stepped out into a stunning rooftop garden. Her eyes widened in awe at the breathtaking sight. There were flower arrangements in every hue imaginable, their delicate fragrance filling the crisp autumn air. The rooftop was transformed into a paradise—a place of vibrant colors, luxurious fabrics draped over loungers, and an intimate table set for two.

And there was Jungkook, standing near the edge of the terrace, his back to her as he gazed out at the sprawling cityscape. He wore a tailored black suit that hugged his figure perfectly, his hair slightly tousled by the breeze. He turned when he heard her approach, his face lighting up with a smile that made YN's heart skip a beat.

"Darling," he said, his voice warm, and he strode towards her. He reached out, taking her hand and pulling her close. "You look stunning."

"So do you," she whispered, her eyes still scanning the beauty around them. "Jungkook, what is all this?"

He led her to the table, where a bottle of vintage wine sat chilling in a bucket of ice. The view of the city beneath them was simply magnificent, the skyline stretching endlessly, kissed by the setting sun. The air held a certain magic, and it was all because of Jungkook.

"It's our day to celebrate you, YN," he said as he pulled out her chair for her. "Everything you've done, everything you've accomplished. Today, it's about us, but more importantly, it's about you."

YN felt her cheeks flush as she looked at him, and for a moment, she felt overwhelmed. "You didn't have to do all this," she said softly, her eyes shimmering. "Just you being here is enough for me."