Short Stories: Velvet Desires! (Taekook)
The Mafia’s forced Wife! #5
The dining room of Taehyung’s mansion was as intimidating as the man himself—high ceilings, a long mahogany table that could seat twenty, and a chandelier that sparkled like stars trapped in glass.
Jungkook sat at one end of the table, his expression sour as he stabbed at the perfectly cooked steak on his plate. Taehyung sat at the other end, sipping wine with the grace of a man who owned the world—or at least acted like he did.
The silence was deafening, the tension thicker than the velvet curtains framing the windows.
Finally, Jungkook couldn’t take it anymore. He slammed his fork down, the sound echoing through the vast room.
Jeon Jungkook
I’m not a doll for you to parade around. (Jungkook snapped, his eyes blazing with anger)
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