"𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩" Mr Jeon's word lingered on my skin and ignited me.
The feeling that comes when you know the risks, when you know one move and everything would go downhill, yet you're ready to risk...
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BOSTON WAS RIZZING ME LIKE NO ONE HAD EVER DONE. Yes, professor. Not even you.
As we gathered outside Jungkook's dad's house, the air was filled with the scent of wood and anticipation for the upcoming barbecue.
I couldn't help but fall for Boston and the beauty this city holds.
Maya, Hayley, Aiden, and I worked together, collecting wood and setting up the grill on the vast lawn surrounded by woods, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
Hayley couldn't resist dropping a cheesy pick-up line on Aiden as he effortlessly split a log with an axe, his muscles flexing with each movement.
Aiden was definitely the man I had read on papers all the time. Tousled black hairs, chiselled jawline, high cheekbones, blue mesmerising eyes. I could totally understand the way Hayley and Maya were falling for his actions. In fact, the man didn't smile a bit.
Maya joined in with a flirtatious comment, causing me to giggle. Aiden's attractiveness was undeniable, and it seemed like everyone was aware of it.
But amidst our laughter, my gaze unexpectedly met Jungkook's. He stood on the porch with his dad, his eyes locking onto mine.
His stare was intense, almost paralysing, as if he had the power to command my attention with just a glance. I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, despite my efforts to resist.
Even in a world full of Aiden, I will always choose him.
As we continued with the preparations for the barbecue, the festive atmosphere of Thanksgiving surrounded us. Glasses of champagne were raised, soft music filled the air, and the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow in the sky. But Jungkook's gaze never wavered from me, his eyes filled with a mixture of heat and desire.
I smiled foolishly, unable to ignore the undeniable chemistry between us.
Jungkook slowly lifted his glass to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine as he took a sip, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. The evening was still young, but the promise of something electric hung in the air, waiting to ignite as the sun dipped below the horizon.
I excused myself from everyone, particularly from Jungkook’s electrifying stare and walked inside the house. While passing him, I felt his gaze on my body, burning me at the back.
As I stepped into the house, once again my jaw got struck looking at the beauty of the mansion. It also created a warmth in my heart knowing this place had been the homage to Jungkook's childhood, the air seemed to whisper stories of his past.
The champagne glass still rested in my hand, I wandered through the halls, admiring the opulent decor nestled amidst the tranquil woods.
Leaving Jungkook engrossed in conversation with his dad, I found myself standing in front of a door that seemed to beckon me. Pushing it open, I was greeted by a room adorned in shades of grey and black. Instantly, I knew whose sanctuary this was—Jungkook's.
