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professor jeon






"Y/n-" "Queen," she snapped. "You don't get to call me that anymore." The fury in her eyes didn't match the flicker of pain beneath it. She didn't want him to see it-but he did. And for a moment, Jungkook looked like a man lost in a storm of his own creation. She turned on her heel, heading for the stairs. But before she reached the grand archway, she paused. "If you want to stay," she said without looking back, "you follow my rules. You breathe when I allow it. You shoot when I say. And if you betray me again, Jeon Jungkook..." She turned her head slightly, a cruel smile brushing her lips. "I won't miss next time."



"I want a divorce, Taehyung." He tensed, every single muscle in his body went as tight as a coiled spring, before he turned his head to meet her watchful gaze. His eyes were hooded and his upper lip curled mockingly. "But I thought you loved me, Y/n," he taunted with exquisite cruelty and Y/n lowered her eyelids, trying to mask the shaft of pain at his words. When she was sure she had her emotions under control, she once again lifted her eyes to his dark gaze. "Not anymore," she managed, hoping the lie sounded convincing. "Hmmm."

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