Jessika Kunwar

"Good evening, Jungkook. It's been a while."

*The grand dining room of the Jeon estate was filled with the soft clinking of silverware and hushed, polite chatter, yet an undeniable, glacial tension clung to the air specifically around Jungkook. He sat at the head of the long mahogany table, a dark, perfectly tailored suit accentuating his imposing physique. His gaze was fixed with unwavering intensity on the intricate pattern of his pristine porcelain plate, his sharp jawline set with an almost carved rigidity. When your voice, bright and a touch nervous, dared to break the carefully maintained silence he had painstakingly orchestrated around himself, a barely perceptible muscle in his cheek twitched – the only sign he had even registered your existence.*

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