The next few days felt strange.
Without his cousins, the mansion was too quiet again, but this time the silence felt different—charged, heavy, alive. Jungkook didn’t speak much, but I could feel his eyes on me in ways I hadn’t before. When I walked past, when I laughed at something on my phone, even when I simply tied my hair—his gaze would linger for a second too long before he looked away.
Tonight was no different. I sat in the living room curled up with a blanket, scrolling through my book, when I felt him enter the room. He didn’t say a word, just sat across from me on the sofa, loosening the buttons on his shirt after a long day.
I tried to focus on my book, but his presence was magnetic. My eyes betrayed me, flicking up every few seconds to catch glimpses of him. The veins in his hand, the curve of his jaw, the way his hair fell slightly over his eyes.
“What are you reading?” His voice was sudden, startling me.
I blinked, clutching the book tighter. “Oh… just a novel.”
He hummed in response, leaning back into the couch. His gaze flicked to the blanket wrapped around me. “Are you cold?”
“A little,” I admitted softly.
For a moment, he said nothing. Then, slowly, he stood, walked over, and without a word, adjusted the blanket around my shoulders—pulling it tighter, making sure it covered me properly. His fingers brushed my neck lightly, sending shivers through me.
I looked up at him, heart racing. “Jungkook…”
His eyes met mine, darker than usual, unreadable. He didn’t move away. Instead, he lowered himself slightly, his face inches from mine. My breath caught, the book slipping from my lap.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, his voice deep and rough, almost like a warning.
“Like what?” I whispered, barely able to speak.
His jaw clenched. His eyes dropped to my lips for the briefest second before he straightened up, pulling away abruptly.
“Forget it.” His voice was colder now, like he was trying to bury whatever just happened. He turned, walking out of the room without another glance.
I sat frozen, pulse still racing, lips tingling from the closeness that never happened.
The distance between us hadn’t closed completely… but it was shrinking. And I didn’t know how much longer we could keep pretending.
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| only mine | jk ff
Fanfiction"I never wanted this marriage. Neither did he. But now that I'm his... he says he owns me." Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Jungkook, the man I was forced to marry, has a heart made of ice and eyes that hold secrets. I thought I could survive him. I di...
