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Kim Taehyung, a lawyer by profession, cold and stern were the only words that could describe him..... But is it?
Jeon Jungkook, a high school dropout student, her life had been cruel to crush her dream of being a l...
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5:00 AM
Jungkook stirred in her sleep as a habit of waking early, but then she felt a weight on her waist, she opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was him, his face was snuggled in her neck, half hidden by her hair but she could clearly see his sleeping puffy face. Jungkook gulped at the stronghold of his around her body, his warm, steady breath was hitting her neck, softly making her shudder.
Jungkook carefully tried to lift his hand from her waist, but Taehyung's response was immediate. He instinctively tightened his hold around her, pulling her closer, and she let out a quiet whimper. She waited a few moments, then cautiously tried again, this time managing to free herself without waking him. A soft sigh of relief escaped her as she finally breathed freely, her heart still racing from the closeness.
Jungkook slipped quietly out of bed, glancing around the room with uncertainty about what to do next. She turned back and couldn't help but smile at Taehyung, who was sleeping peacefully with a slight pout on his dry lips, his hands tightly gripping the pillow. Gathering herself with a quiet breath, she decided to clean up a bit.
She looked around, taking note of little things out of place, and then started tidying. First, she reached for the coat Taehyung had casually draped over the couch the night before. She folded it carefully, setting it aside neatly. Her movements were soft and precise, trying not to make a sound, all while casting quick glances at Taehyung to make sure he didn't wake up.
After finishing the cleaning, Jungkook headed to the closet, her mind spinning a bit from the sheer amount of clothes she now had. She carefully chose a full-sleeve, ankle-length frock, running her fingers over the fabric with a look of pure fascination. It was so soft—like nothing she'd ever worn before.
She went into the bathroom, took a warm bath, and slipped into the frock with great care. When she saw herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile in delight. The dress flowed gracefully around her, its delicate fabric making her feel like she was wrapped in a gentle hug. It was mesmerizing, and for the first time in a long while, she felt truly comfortable and beautiful.
Jungkook slipped quietly out of the room, glancing back once more at Taehyung. He was still curled up in bed, looking comfortable and warm, with a soft, peaceful expression on his face. She couldn't help but smile shyly to herself, and she walked lightly down the hallway and then down the staircase toward the living room.
When she reached the living room, she took a moment to look around. The early morning light was streaming in through the windows, casting a soft glow over everything. Jungkook rolled up her sleeves carefully, getting ready to clean. Her hair was still slightly damp from her bath, so she reached back and gathered it into a messy bun, tying it up and tucking loose strands behind her ears to keep it out of her way.
She started with the shelves, dusting them one by one. She wiped down each surface gently, making sure there wasn't a single speck of dust left. The decorative items on the shelves—vases, picture frames, and small ornaments—were carefully lifted, dusted, and set back in their places. Jungkook moved slowly, taking her time, focused on her task and feeling a bit of satisfaction as she worked.
