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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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"There. Perfect," Jungkook boasts, stepping back to admire his work as he hangs the final canvas in the living room.
After what had been the best experience of my life, Jungkook had gotten the idea to display the rest of my paintings, inspired by the one he'd been admiring above our bed.
An hour later, every piece of my art is proudly on display throughout the house.
My heart soars—I've never had the chance to showcase my work anywhere before, let alone in a home of my own.
I giggle at the thought of the guards walking past all these portraits.
"I didn't think you'd want so many paintings of yourself around the house."
"How could I not when you make me look this good?" he teases, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.
The warmth of his gesture settles deep inside me, and emotion wells in my chest.
"It means a lot that you did this for me." My voice trembles, the weight of the moment pressing on me.
Jungkook cups my face, his thumb stroking away the tears before they can fall.
"Love," he murmurs, reverence in his tone.
"Your art is a part of you. I want you in every corner of this house." His words mean more than I can express.
A confession rests on the tip of my tongue—I feel so much for him, too much, and I want to say it.
But before I can, his phone rings, slicing through the quiet of our day.
My stomach twists, dread pooling in my chest.
Not yet.
We're supposed to have a month.
He presses a gentle kiss to my lips, as if reading my mind, soothing me before he pulls out his phone.
I hear a muffled masculine voice on the other end.
Jungkook's expression hardens.
"Alright, what do you plan on doing?" His voice shifts, cold and sharp, edged with authority.
"I can resend them, but there weren't any extra details—just a date, time, and location."
Tension tightens the air between us as he listens in silence.
Then, his jaw clenches.
"Yeah, I'll do it now." My heart shatters.
Now.
That means he has to go.
He ends the call and pockets his phone, turning to me with an apologetic look.
