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AUTHOR'S POV
Dubai-
The private jet landed smoothly on the gleaming tarmac of Dubai International Airport, where a convoy of luxury cars awaited.
The heat of the desert night wrapped around them as YN and Jungkook descended the jet's staircase.
She held her head high, her expression carefully neutral, while Jungkook's aura was as commanding as ever, exuding an air of untouchable authority.
At the base of the stairs stood Sheikh Omar Al-Farooq, a man of considerable power and influence in Dubai, and his wife, Amara, who looked regal in an elegant, flowing abaya adorned with delicate gold embroidery.
The Sheikh greeted Jungkook with a firm handshake and a warm smile. "Jeon, my friend, welcome back to Dubai. It's been too long."
Jungkook inclined his head slightly, his demeanor courteous but reserved. "Sheikh Omar. It's always a pleasure."
The Sheikh's gaze shifted to YN, who stood beside Jungkook, her posture regal and unyielding. "And this must be your wife," he said, his tone polite yet curious. "You've kept her beauty hidden too long, Jeon."
YN's lips curved into a graceful but icy smile. "It's an honor to meet you, Sheikh Omar, and your lovely wife," she said, her voice smooth yet firm, extending her hand toward Amara instead of the Sheikh, subtly establishing her boundaries.
Amara stepped forward with a warm smile, taking YN's hand in hers. "Welcome to Dubai, Mrs. Jeon. I hope you find our city as enchanting as it is vast. Jungkook never mentioned how stunning his wife is."
"Thank you," YN replied, her tone polite but distant.
Jungkook observed the exchange silently, his eyes lingering on YN with an intensity he couldn't suppress.
Amara leaned in slightly, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper meant only for YN. "You have a fierce presence, my dear. I can see why Jungkook would go to any lengths to keep you by his side."
YN's smile didn't falter, but her gaze flicked briefly toward Jungkook. "Let's just say he's learning the meaning of commitment."
Amara's eyes sparkled with intrigue, but before she could respond, the Sheikh gestured toward the convoy.
"Come. We've prepared a small reception for your arrival at our estate. You must be tired after your journey."
Jungkook placed a hand lightly on YN's lower back, guiding her toward the waiting cars.
