One Week Husband
Night lingering
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There is no one know what happens here
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Fancy, dim and this night just lingering
Jang Sun Ji sank into the plush velvet sofa, her fingers tracing the golden embroidery on the cushion beside her. The suite was extravagant; too extravagant for what it was meant to be. A single night. A fleeting moment. A decision she might regret by morning.
Crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow over the marble floors, and the scent of expensive cologne lingered in the air, blending with the faint aroma of champagne from the half-empty glass on the coffee table. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the dazzling cityscape, neon lights blinking like distant stars.
She exhaled slowly, her heartbeat steady but her mind restless. This wasn’t her world—this realm of silk sheets, imported wine, and luxury that cost more than her monthly rent. But tonight, she was here. And so was he.
The faint sound of running water came from the ensuite bathroom. A reminder. In a few moments, the door would open, and the man behind it; the one whose name she barely knew, yet whose touch still burned on her skin; would step out.
She leaned back, crossing her legs as the golden band on her finger caught the light. It hadn’t been there when she walked into this suite. And yet, now it sat snugly, an unspoken promise neither of them had intended to make.
Sun Ji closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.
What the hell had she done?
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The bathroom door swung open, and there he stood; Cha Eunwoo, fresh from the shower, a towel slung low on his hips, droplets of water trailing down his sculpted torso. His sharp eyes locked onto Sun Ji, unreadable yet piercing, like he could see straight through her.
Cha Eunwo
“You’re thinking too much.”
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His deep voice cut through the silence, smooth yet commanding. He strode toward her, every step measured, deliberate.
Cha Eunwo
“Regret it in the morning if you want, but right now?”
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He leaned down, caging her between the sofa and his towering frame, his scent; clean, masculine, intoxicating; filling her lungs. His fingers brushed her chin, tilting her gaze up to meet his.
Cha Eunwo
“You’re mine, Sun Ji. At least for this week.”
Jang Sun ji
Cha Eunwoo.... Please stop.....
Refused
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Sun Ji tensed as Cha Eunwoo’s fingers brushed her chin, the heat of his touch threatening to shatter her resolve. His presence was overwhelming—his scent, his bare skin, the way his voice wrapped around her like a silken chain. But she wasn’t the type to melt so easily.
She exhaled sharply, tilting her head just enough to break free from his hold.
Jang Sun ji
“I’m not yours,”
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She murmured, voice steady despite the rapid thrum of her heart.
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Eunwoo’s dark eyes flickered with something unreadable; amusement, challenge, or maybe a warning. He moved closer, his body effortlessly dominating the space between them.
Cha Eunwo
“You’re wearing my ring, sitting in my suite,”
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He murmured, voice low and smooth.
Cha Eunwo
“That’s close enough."
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Sun Ji scoffed, pressing a hand against his firm chest, as if pushing against a wall of marble.
Jang Sun ji
“You got the wrong idea if you think I’m the type to be cradled like some lovesick girl.”
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With a sharp breath, she stood, slipping past him before he could stop her.
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Her bare feet made no sound against the cold marble as she strode toward the massive bed. If she was stuck in this situation, she wouldn’t let him dictate the rules.
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She announced, pulling back the silk sheets and slipping in without another glance
Jang Sun ji
“You do whatever you want, but don’t get any ideas.”
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A low chuckle followed.
Cha Eunwo
“Too late for that, sweetheart.”
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The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city beyond the glass windows. Jang Sun Ji lay on one side of the bed, her back turned, eyes fixed on the dim glow of the bedside lamp. The air between them was thick—not with tension, but with something unspoken, something neither of them dared put into words.
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Then, the bed dipped.
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Cha Eunwoo slid in beside her, the heat of his body radiating through the silk sheets. He didn’t touch her, didn’t push for more. Just the steady rhythm of his breathing, his quiet presence, was enough to fill the space between them.
Cha Eunwo
“You’re smiling,”
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He murmured, his voice deep and edged with amusement.
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Sun Ji let out a small huff, barely turning her head toward him.
Jang Sun ji
“I was just thinking… it’s funny, isn’t it? Strangers one night, sharing a bed the next; before waking up as husband and wife.”
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Eunwoo shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow.
Cha Eunwo
“It’s only for a week.”
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His gaze, dark and unreadable, lingered on her.
Cha Eunwo
“We can survive that, can’t we?”
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She finally met his eyes, a slow, knowing smile playing on her lips.
Jang Sun ji
“Just a week.”
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Neither of them said anything more. No promises, no expectations. Just silent agreement. Respect, space, and the reality that, come morning, their world would change.
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For seven days, they would be husband and wife.
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Cha Eunwoo lay on his side, his dark eyes fixed on Sun Ji’s face in the dim light. His voice was quieter than usual, but no less firm.
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Sun Ji blinked, turning slightly to face him.
Jang Sun ji
“Regret what?”
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His jaw tensed before he exhaled.
Cha Eunwo
“That this marriage has to end so fast.”
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His fingers grazed the wedding band on his hand.
Cha Eunwo
“Seven days feel too damn short.”
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Sun Ji’s chest tightened, but she forced out a small scoff, rolling onto her back to avoid his gaze.
Jang Sun ji
“Don’t get sentimental now, Eunwoo. This was always the deal.”
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He studied her in silence, his eyes searching.
Cha Eunwo
“And you? You’re really okay with it?”
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She hesitated. Just a second too long.
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Eunwoo smirked, like he had caught something in her expression.
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Sun Ji swallowed, forcing a laugh.
Jang Sun ji
“You think too much.”
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But the truth was: she didn’t want it to end either.
Woke Up Scene
The morning light seeped through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue over the suite. Jang Sun Ji stirred, her lashes fluttering as she adjusted to the warmth beside her.
Cha Eunwoo was still asleep.
She turned slightly, resting her head on one hand while the other hesitantly reached out. Her fingers brushed against his cheek; warm, smooth, real. A quiet sigh left her lips as her thumb traced the curve of his lower lip.
Her mind drifted back to last night. Or rather, to that ridiculous moment yesterday; when he was eating a hamburger.
He had held it close to his shoulder, his grip relaxed, but his thumb had slid across his lips absentmindedly, stopping at the corner of his mouth. His eyes had held something unreadable, his expression a mix of surprise and disbelief as if he still couldn’t believe she had shown up.
Now, here she was. Lying beside him. Married to him.
Sun Ji bit her lip, her thumb still ghosting over his lips. She wanted to kiss him. Just a small one. Just to see;
Cha Eunwo
“You like staring at me in the morning?”
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Her breath hitched.
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Cha Eunwoo’s voice was husky with sleep, his eyes cracking open lazily, but the amusement in them was sharp. His gaze flickered from her hovering fingers to her slightly parted lips.
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Sun Ji jerked her hand away, clearing her throat.
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His smirk was slow, teasing.
Jang Sun ji
“You—ugh, go back to sleep.”
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Eunwoo chuckled, stretching his arms above his head before shifting closer, eyes still heavy with sleep.
Cha Eunwo
“Not a chance. Now I’m curious.”
The morning air was still, wrapped in the quiet warmth of tangled sheets and unspoken thoughts. Jang Sun Ji swallowed, willing her heartbeat to steady as she pulled her hand away. It was just a wake-up scene. Nothing more. Nothing to overthink.
She moved, shifting her weight to sit up, but before she could get far, a firm arm slid around her waist.
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Cha Eunwoo murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
She froze. His grip was gentle but unyielding, his fingers resting lightly against her skin, as if anchoring her in place. She turned slightly, only to find him watching her with half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable but undeniably soft.
Sun Ji let out a small breath, her hands pressing against the mattress.
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Eunwoo’s grip tightened just a fraction, his warmth seeping through the fabric of her nightshirt.
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It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t even a plea. It was something in between, something that made her hesitate.
She met his gaze, searching, but his eyes only held quiet certainty.
Just for a moment, she let herself relax. Just for a little longer, she stayed.
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