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𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘
'𝘼𝙨 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣'
Kim Y/n was meant to be a leverage, an arranged bride offered to the Ko...
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I wake up to an empty bed, the sheets cool where Jungkook once lay.
My fingers tangle in the fabric, his scent still clinging to it.
A smile tugs at my lips as I roll onto my side, letting the remnants of his scent sink into me.
The room is bathed in a soft, golden hue, the early morning light slipping through the cracks in the curtains.
With a content sigh, I push myself up, stretching as the memories of last night flutter through my mind.
A blush warms my cheeks.
The tenderness in his touch, the way he held me afterward, like I was something fragile and precious.
Like he wanted to keep me. His emotion was palpable; it filled me up in ways I never thought possible.
A distant clatter pulls me from my thoughts, grounding me back in reality.
I wrap my robe tightly around me and pad barefoot across the cool floor, following the sound into the kitchen.
And there he is.
Jungkook stands at the stove, his broad, bare back facing me, muscles shifting with each precise movement.
The soft morning glow glances off his skin, tracing the tattoo etched along his skin, highlighting the ridges of his shoulders.
My mouth goes dry.
"Good morning," he says without turning, his voice low and husky.
It's the kind of voice that lingers, that curls around my spine like silk.
"Morning," I manage, my voice softer than I intend.
I lower my gaze, cheeks warm, before stealing another glance at him.
I take a seat at the breakfast bar, watching as he plates up scrambled eggs and bacon with the same careful precision he applies to everything in his life.
"If you don't like it, I can make you something else," he says, setting the plates down before moving to pour fresh juice.
I take a bite, humming in delight at the perfectly cooked eggs.
"It's delicious." His full smile breaks across his face then—rare, breathtaking.
It stutters my heart, knocks the breath right out of me.
His eyes soften when they meet mine, and there's something unspoken there, something warm and steady.
A promise.
A quiet offering of moments like this, of mornings spent together, of tenderness and care in the spaces between the chaos.
Breakfast passes in easy silence, the kind that speaks of familiarity, of something deeper settling between us.
