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Flashback
Yura was the kind of woman who could silence an entire room without uttering a word. Graceful, intelligent, and exuding a quiet strength that Jungkook had never encountered before. They first met at a charity gala, a glittering event where Jungkook’s appearance as a rising F1 star turned heads. But for the first time, he felt completely invisible as his gaze fell on her—a beautiful stranger standing in a corner, sipping wine and watching the crowd with an unreadable expression.
“Who’s she?” he murmured, turning to his manager. The man shrugged.
“No idea. Some doctor, I think. She’s new around here.”
Jungkook found himself drifting toward her, as if pulled by some unseen force. “Hey,” he said softly when he reached her side. She turned, her eyes meeting his without a flicker of recognition. It was refreshing. No fawning, no gushing, just…stillness. He liked it.
“Hello,” she replied, her voice soft but steady.
He extended his hand. “I’m Jungkook.”
A small smile tugged at her lips. “I know who you are, Jungkook. You’re the reason all the men here are feeling woefully inadequate tonight.” Her teasing tone caught him off guard, and he laughed—really laughed, for the first time in what felt like ages.
“Is that so?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Mmm. But you already know that, don’t you?” she said, tilting her head. Her gaze was sharp, cutting through his bravado and peeling back the layers. It wasn’t challenging or defensive—just…curious.
“Maybe. But I’d rather be the reason you stay tonight.”
Her eyebrows arched slightly, a flicker of amusement crossing her face. “Confident, aren’t you?”
“When I see something I like, yeah,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone.
The memory lingered in his mind like a haunting melody. They’d spent the rest of that night talking—well, he talked. She mostly listened, adding a few words here and there that were so piercingly insightful they left him breathless. By the end of the evening, he was completely, utterly hooked. That night marked the beginning of their whirlwind romance.
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Flashback (again)
Jungkook had always lived life in the fast lane—literally and figuratively. As an F1 racer, speed was his drug of choice, and the thrill of the race was his only mistress. But then Yura had entered his world, bringing with her a tranquility that felt alien and addictive at the same time.
Their romance was a blur of fancy dinners, where he’d sneak glances at her across the candlelit tables, marveling at how poised and elegant she looked. There were late-night drives down empty highways, her laughter echoing through the car as the city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors. He would reach over, his hand finding hers, fingers entwined like puzzle pieces clicking into place.
“You know what I love most about you?” he’d asked one night, the car pulled to a stop by a deserted beach. She looked at him, her face soft in the moonlight.
“What?” she murmured.
“You’re my calm.” His voice was hushed, reverent, like he was confessing something holy. “I’ve never known calm before. But when I’m with you, it’s like…everything stops. The noise, the chaos—it all just fades away.”
She smiled then, a small, almost shy smile, and leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “And you’re my storm,” she whispered. “You make me feel alive.”
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The veil of lies
Fanfiction"You think you can just walk away, Yura?" Jungkook's voice was low, dangerous, laced with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. Yura took a step back, feeling the cold wall press against her. His gaze burned into hers, a mixture of love and...
