DESTINED

DESTINED

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WpMetadataReadComplete Wed, Sep 1, 20211h 23m
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"Wait for me here, I will be right back" he told me and left "Wait, what is your name?" I questioned him but he left by then. When he returned the smile on my face faded instead I had a look of shock on my face. I was trying so hard to comprehend as to what is happening and whether it is really a dream or something. The man infront of me just looked at me and smiled. I was blinking so hard unable to understand what was happening. "Jungkook-shi?" Kim Ji Ah, a young girl who works in a Publishing House. Her life is content and simple but her life changes when she dances with a strange man at the party only to later find out that he is Jeon Jungkook of BTS. Do you think it is destiny that bought them together? Do you think they are destined to be together? ⭐Highest ranking Ranked 7 in BTS Love Story category
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Jungkook stared at me-his eyes dark, wild. Not the boy I knew. Not even close. He was trembling. Breathing hard. And in that moment, I saw it: the real danger-the kind from violence, from breaking completely. Then... a shaky breath escaped him. His gaze flickered to my face-to my tears-and just like that... he gave in to the anger. In one move his hand was at my throat, dragging me up to my feet and pushing me towards the door. "I TOLD...YOU...TO....LEAVE!" and with one hand he opened the door, the other, still clenched to my neck, pushed me outside, throwing me on the cold floor. I hit the floor hard, gasping as the air left my lungs. My hands flew to my throat-still tingling from where he'd gripped me-but more than that... it was him. The look in his eyes. That coldness. The rage. It wasn't just pain-it was hate. And for a second... I believed he hated me.

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