Y/n and Jungkook thoughts....
Y/n : Why can't I stay away from you even if I want to?
Jungkook : maybe my heart calls you.
Y/n : But Hate is visible in these eyes of yours.
Jungkook : Because love remains a pain in them.
Y/n : I wish i could hate yo...
"Like gravity, he pulled me in, and I never wanted to let go."
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You stepped outside the mansion. The dress you wore seemed crafted by the hands of stardust itself, with its long sleeves and sweeping skirt that whispered against the floor like a secret. A fitted bodice adorned in a checkered pattern hugged your silhouette, cinched delicately at the waist by a slender belt embellished with twin golden buttons that gleamed under the dim chandelier light. The contrast between the sharp, tailored top and the flowing skirt creates a striking harmony, lending you the appearance of an empress-regal, untouchable, yet hauntingly serene.
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Your long brown hair was pulled back with a ribbon that matched the dress's intricate pattern, allowing loose tendrils to frame your face. Every detail seemed deliberate, as if the dress spoke of stories untold, ones only you could unravel. And as you moved, the fabric swayed, each step a silent declaration of grace.
You slipped into the cab, the soft hum of the engine a soothing accompaniment to your racing thoughts. The address Taehyung had sent flashed on your phone's screen, a constant reminder of the evening ahead.
As the city whizzed by, you couldn't help but think about the secrecy surrounding your outing. No one at the mansion knew where you were headed. A twinge of guilt pricked at your conscience, but you pushed it aside.
"It's just dinner," you reassured yourself. "I'll be back before anyone even notices I'm gone. Jungkook will probably return from the office around the same time."
Your thoughts swirled, a mix of excitement and apprehension, as the cab navigated the evening traffic.
Before you knew it, the driver's voice broke the spell. "Madam, we've arrived."
You stepped out of the cab, the cool evening air a welcome respite from the confines of the vehicle. You handed the driver his fare, your eyes drifting toward the grand mansion before you.
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