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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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My eyes flutter open to Jungkook's soft kisses, gentle and lingering, turning into us making love; he's reverent with me as if he were saying goodbye.
Even though it's only for the day, I hate him leaving.
He showers while I soak in the bath, letting the warm water engulf me, easing the ache of his absence before he's even gone.
My gaze never strays from my husband.
I watch as he shaves, as he effortlessly styles his hair, each movement practiced and confident.
In the mirror, his smirk finds me—lust-filled, knowing.
He strides to me, leans in pressing a slow, teasing kiss to my lips before stepping away.
I watch, admiring the ripple of muscle beneath his tattooed back, the way the towel hangs low on his hips, a perfect temptation.
Reluctantly, I leave the comfort of the bath, wrapping myself in a towel as I pad toward the closet to get ready for my day with Eunji, she's effortlessly chic—I need to look like I belong at her side.
I slip into a navy blue button-down, the crisp fabric soft against my skin, tucking it loosely into my fitted black jeans.
A pair of sleek, black-heeled loafers complete the look—simple, sophisticated, polished.
For makeup, I keep it subtle, adding just a swipe of gloss over my lip stain for a touch of shine.
My hair, I sweep into a loose up do, making sure my delicate pearl earrings are visible, a soft contrast to the sharp lines of my outfit.
After last night, with Jungkook so tense, I want to make a good impression.
I want Eunji to see me as more than just his wife—I want her to like me.
I grab my purse and stride toward the door, ready to leave, but I barely make it two steps before stopping short.
Jungkook stands in our sitting room, brows furrowed, a gun in his hand.
My gun.
"What is this?" he asks, his voice edged with both surprise and concern. I blink, still trying to process.
"A gun?"
"Yes, but why do you have it?"
"What?" I stammer, my brain scrambling. He exhales, jaw tightening.
"I found this in a box. In your window nook."
He lifts the box where I had tucked the gun Jimin had given me, his fingers resting against the lid.
"Why do you have it?" I hesitate, eyes flicking between the gun and his face.
