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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 peer over Jungkook's shoulder.
The pretty girl still stands there, watching me.
She's a striking combination of her two brothers—dark-haired and sharp-featured.
But her eyes, a warm light brown, soften her overall appearance, giving her an air of quiet observation rather than cold intensity.
Her clothes are effortlessly expensive, her hair sleek and styled, and even though Jungkook is practically growling at her, she seems entirely unbothered.
She exudes an air of sophistication that tells me she's used to commanding a room without needing to raise her voice.
She meets my eyes, and I instinctively sink back behind Jungkook, half-hidden by his broad frame.
At the mention of my name, her lips twitch.
"Y/n?" she repeats, her tone laced with curiosity.
Jungkook grunts, muttering something under his breath, before turning toward me.
Before I can process what's happening, he scoops me up, arms firm around me, and strides toward the pantry.
I blink, startled.
"Jungkook —" He doesn't respond, just steps into the elevator inside the pantry, jaw tight.
The doors close behind us, sealing us in silence, leaving Eunji behind.
The elevator doors slide open into our closet.
Jungkook puts me down without a word, his grip lingering for just a second before he steps back.
"Get dressed," he grunts out.
I grab a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, pulling them on as Jungkook puts on a shirt.
I wrap my arms around his waist,
"Talk to me, what's wrong?" He presses a lingering kiss to the top of my head.
"It's our last night alone before everything gets too busy again." I look up at him, his face hardened and angry.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, pressing my cheek against his chest.
"We can tell her she can come back tomorrow and I can get to know her then."
He exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction.
Leaning down, he kisses me—slow and grounding.
"Alright." He laces our fingers together, leading me out of the bedroom and down the stairs Eunji is in the living room with Rio, the model looking guard she came in with,
"Listen, I screwed up, alright?" Eunji sighs, crossing her arms.
"Jimin just got back from a trip, he wasn't exactly in a welcoming mood. It's too late to see Dad, and—I should have come home sooner. I get it." Jungkook sighs,
"Next time we ask you to come home, come home."
She nods, and Rio's hand skims over her back in a gesture that feels too familiar.
"Hands off my sister!" Jungkook snaps, his voice sharp enough to cut.
Whatever restraint he had before is gone in an instant.
Rio withdraws his hand quickly, raising it and backing up with a smirk.
"Understood, boss," Rio responds, his voice smooth as silk even though the tension in the room is cutting edge sharp.
Eunji rolls her eyes, clearly unfazed.
Then, just like that, she pivots her attention to me.
"Y/n, right?"
"Yes," I smile removing my hand from Jungkook's to extend towards Eunji.
Instead of shaking my hand, she bats it aside and pulls me into a hug.
I barely have time to react before I'm wrapped in her warmth, her perfume filling my senses.
"It's so nice to finally have a sister," she says kindly.
We part, but hold hands.
"I have a younger sister, but she's away at school, it will be nice to get to know you... tomorrow?" I ask.
She nods understandingly,
"Yes, tomorrow." She gives Jungkook a sideways glance.
"Is that alright with you, Boss?" she asks sarcastically.
"Don't push it," Jungkook grumbles.
Eunji holds her hands up in mock surrender, a smirk playing on the edges of her lips, before she pivots and heads to the front door.
"I will see you tomorrow then," she calls over her shoulder, Rio trailing behind her like a loyal guard dog.
Their departure leaves a silence that rings heavy in the air.
I turn to Jungkook.
His eyes are still glued to the now-closed front door, jaw held tight.
I pull him out of his thoughts by slipping my hand into his.
His fingers tighten reflexively around mine, his gaze shifting down to me.
The anger has faded from his features, replaced by a softness that makes my heart flutter.
"We, okay?" I ask softly, looking up at him through my lashes.
"Always, you're never the problem, you're perfect," he murmurs, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.
"We can deal with Eunji tomorrow," he replies gruffly.
I chuckle, but before I can say anything, Jungkook pulls me flush against him, lifting me effortlessly into his arms.
His lips find mine in a kiss that's deep and claiming.
He pulls back just enough to murmur against my lips,
