Mr. Jeon's Baby Girl ( Jeon Jungkook FF 🔞)

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Y/n 's POV :

The bustling noise of the shopping mall surrounded me as Sara and I strolled through, bags in hand, chatting about nothing and everything.

It felt a little good to have a day out like this, For once, I felt normal but still I'm worried about jungkook .

That's when it happened.

I was too distracted, turning to laugh at one of Sara's jokes, when I bumped into someone. My body jolted, the impact forcing me to step back slightly.

"I'm so sorry," I began, glancing up. My words faltered as I locked eyes with the man before me.

He was tall, impeccably dressed, with a sharp suit that screamed power. His lips curved into a smile-one that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"No need to apologize," he said smoothly, his voice dripping with charm. "Y/N, right?"

I froze. My name on his lips felt strange, foreign even. "How do you know my name?" I asked cautiously, a faint edge of suspicion creeping into my tone.

He chuckled lightly, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. "Oh, I know more than just your name. You're Jungkook's wife, aren't you?"

My chest tightened at the mention of Jungkook. The way this man said it felt... off. My instincts prickled, warning me to stay on guard.

"I'm Mingyu," he continued, extending a hand toward me. "Your husband and I... let's just say we're friends "

I didn't take his hand. Something about him felt wrong, like a predator pretending to be harmless.

"Nice to meet you," I said flatly, hoping my disinterest would make him back off.

But he didn't. Instead, his gaze lingered, a mix of curiosity and something darker flickering in his eyes.

"You're even more stunning in person," he said, his smile deepening. "Jungkook is a lucky man."

I felt Sara shift uncomfortably beside me, and I silently cursed myself for letting my guard down.

"Thank you," I said curtly, turning slightly toward Sara, signaling that I wanted to leave.

But Mingu wasn't done. "You know," he said, stepping closer, "if you ever need someone to talk to... someone who understands what it's like being tied to someone like Jungkook, you can always find me."

My pulse quickened. Was that a threat? Or a promise?

"I'm fine, thank you," I said firmly, meeting his gaze. "And I'm not interested."

His smile faltered for the briefest second, but it was back before I could blink. "Of course," he said smoothly. "Take care, Y/N."

As Sara and I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me, like a heavy weight pressing against my back.

"Who was that?" Sara whispered, her voice shaky.

"No one we need to worry about," I lied, though my gut told me otherwise. Something told me I hadn't seen the last of Mingyu.

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Author's POV :

Mingyu watched Y/N walk away, her figure disappearing into the crowd. The moment she was out of sight, a dark smile tugged at the corners of his lips.