"I don't share," he growled right into my ear, his heavy breath hitting the base of my throat.
"I'm not yours." I hissed back.
He stepped closer, a smirk appearing on his face like all he was feeling at this moment was amusement. My patience was thi...
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I squinted up at the tallest building on the block, the spring sun warm and bright, almost blinding as it filled my vision. Its warmth touched my skin, and despite the heavy thudding of my heart, a small smile tugged at my lips.
I'd parked as close as possible with the limited spaces nearby, using the short walk across the street to gather whatever courage I could muster. My emotions tangled into one heavy knot, and by the time I reached the glass double doors, my hands were beginning to shake.
The doorman, dressed in a tailored uniform, greeted me with a polite smile as I neared the front desk. I quickly noticed two security guards watching the entrance, the path to the elevators guarded with restricted access.
"Good afternoon, miss. How can I help you?" he asked with a friendly tone.
"Hi, I'm Reva. I'm here–" I began, but his smile grew upon hearing my name and cut in smoothly.
"For Mr. Jeon, I believe?" He offered another courteous smile, and I froze, taken aback. Then, I nodded slowly, words slipping away. "Excellent! Mr. Jeon asked me to let you up if you came, Mrs. Jeon."
I bit down on my bottom lip as my heartbeat quickened, pounding so hard it felt as if it would burst from my chest. He didn't know I was coming, I hadn't told a single soul. Yet somehow, he'd still been hoping, still waiting for me to show up one day. What had I done to deserve the kind of love he held for me?
I shook my head, trying to gather my thoughts as the doorman gestured for me to follow him toward the elevators. He explained how the access chip worked, noting that it would take me directly to Jungkook's apartment if I pressed it to the reader.
As we waited for the elevator, I tapped my foot nervously, watching the numbers tick down slowly to the ground floor. When the doors finally slid open, a woman in her mid-thirties stepped out.
"See you on Monday, Killian," she said warmly as she exited the elevator.
"Everything good up at Mr. Jeon's?" Killian asked in a casual tone.
"Sparkling clean," she replied with a smile, then breezed past security and out into the afternoon sun.
Killian turned back to me, apologized for the interruption, and handed me the access chip. Once the doors closed, I was alone, facing the reality of a twenty-five-story ascent to his apartment.
I had no idea if Jungkook had any plans for his Saturday, but before I could second-guess my choice to come, the doors to his apartment slid open. I stepped into an open space that led seamlessly into the living room, adjacent to a kitchen. My gaze was drawn to the massive floor-to-ceiling windows that lined one side, offering a breathtaking view of the bustling city below.
The apartment had a strangely comforting simplicity to it, as if waiting to be lived in more fully. There wasn't an excess of furniture, just a cozy, oversized sofa and an enormous set of bookshelves across from it. All empty. The space sank into me as I took a cautious step forward, aware that this was still his privacy, whether he'd asked the doorman to let me up or not.
