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.
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