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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's a way Y/n's eyes burn when she's angry—a wildfire licking at the edges of an unforgiving winter.
It's beautiful. Maddening. Magnetic.
A force meant to consume or command, and I don't know which I want more.
She's wound tight in my lap, every muscle humming with restraint, thrumming against my control.
When she finally turns those smoldering eyes onto me, I see a twinge of irritation but also defiance.
It makes my heart swell with something a kind of pride.
Yeonjun shifts his weight, exhaling through his nose like he'd rather be anywhere else.
Y/n pins him in place with a look, and for once, he doesn't have a smart remark.
"I don't want to hide," she finally breaks the silence, her voice low and surly.
"I want to stay here."
"You don't know Lucas like we do, Y/n," Yeonjun interjects and immediately regrets it as she shoots him an icy glare.
She turns her focus on me, sharp and unyielding.
"I'm not made of glass, Jungkook. I don't shatter."
Her conviction strikes like a knife, sharp and undeniable.
I know my wife is strong, but hearing it from her lips makes it absolute.
"I know," I say just to her, my thumb pressing into her knee, not tracing anymore, just holding her there.
"I've always known." The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken things.
Yeonjun watches me, waiting for my call.
Y/n watches me, waiting for my trust.
"Alright, but I can't make any decision about your safety until we hear the audio... maybe you should," I say to her arching an eyebrow as her frown turns into a deep scowl.
"No," she says with conviction.
"I'm not leaving this room, I want to hear it." I exhale, dragging a hand down my jaw before looking at Yeonjun.
"When did Lee Ran send the file?'"
"Right before I got here, to your secure email." I ignore Yeonjun's stare and open the file.
The first crackles bleed through the speakers—garbled, broken—but then, a voice slices through the static.
Mr.kim.
Y/n goes completely still, her breath hitching.
"Please one more chance."
"You've run out of chances Mr.kim, you over promised and didn't deliver."
