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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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The house is quiet in the morning.
Jungkook and I have breakfast together , the silence stretching between us, thick but not uncomfortable.
Later, he trails beside me in the garden as I pick flowers for the vases around the house, his movements slow, almost hesitant.
In the library, he lounges on the chaise, watching as I paint.
His eyes never leave me—not once, not even when I glance at him.
It would be romantic if it didn't feel like goodbye.
As if he were committing me to memory.
The afternoon leads us to our bedroom.
I sit cross-legged on the bed, scrolling through my laptop, looking up the classes I'll have to retake and the new ones I'll need to add to my roster.
Across the room, Jungkook lingers in the closet, pretending to busy himself with something, but I can feel his gaze, searing into me.
Burning a hole right through me.
I snap the laptop shut.
My eyes meet his.
He doesn't even bother to look away.
Doesn't pretend. He just stares.
"What is it?" I huff, frustration creeping into my voice.
"I know tonight is big, but you're acting like you're going to die, Jungkook."
He strides toward me, his expression masked, but I don't stop.
"Are you not confident in the plan you guys made?" Instead of answering, Jungkook takes the laptop from my lap and sets it on the nightstand with careful precision.
Then, without hesitation, he climbs onto the bed, pressing forward until I'm forced to fall back.
He moves over me, his body settling between my legs, caging me in.
The weight of him, the heat, the way his forearms press into the mattress on either side of my head—it should feel suffocating, but it doesn't.
It feels inevitable.
His eyes rake over my face, scanning, memorizing, before his hands cradle my cheeks, his touch almost reverent.
My fingers trail along his back in soft, soothing strokes, but the tension in his muscles remains rigid beneath my touch.
"Jungkook, what is it?" My voice is softer now, pleading.
"What aren't you telling me?"
His only answer is his lips.
He crashes into me, his mouth urgent, devouring mine with a desperation that sends a shiver down my spine.
