[Y/n's POV]
Dinner was ready. The table was set, and I had made sure to put out all of Jungkook’s favorites, just like I always did. It felt strange—knowing he wouldn’t even remember what he liked, but still, I couldn’t help myself.
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“Do you feel that?” “Feel what?” “This… pull. Like I’m not supposed to let you go tonight.” The night was electric—champagne bubbles bursting in the air, masks hiding faces but exposing hearts. Y/N wasn’t supposed to be there, wasn’t supposed to lock eyes with a stranger whose touch felt like destiny, whose voice was a promise of rebellion. "I want… to feel alive, even if it’s just for tonight." "Then let me show you what it’s like to forget the world." But one night of freedom came with a price—a marriage she didn’t choose, to a man she didn’t know. Or so she thought. They wore masks, which didn't let them see each other the night they enjoyed their love. Cut to the icy morning of her engagement meeting: "There’s someone I love already. This marriage? It’s nothing but a business deal. Don’t expect anything from me." And yet, across from her, the man—no, the stranger—looked up, his composed mask slipping just for a moment. Recognition flickered in his eyes. "It’s you," he wanted to say. But his silence spoke louder. A flash of memory—her wild laughter as he spun her on the dance floor. His whispered confession under the stars. "Tell me, mystery girl… what do you want from tonight?" "To forget who I’m supposed to be." He didn't know it was his arranged fiance who stole his heart that night under the mask. He wanted to hate his arranged bride, not knowing that she's his love. "Tell me, mystery girl… what do you want from tonight?" "To forget who I’m supposed to be." But what he doesn’t know is that she remembers—remembers the fire, the pull, the way his touch branded her soul. And what she doesn’t know is that he’s still haunted by her, the woman who showed him what freedom felt like. "You can’t love me," Y/N whispers. "Maybe not," Jungkook replies, stepping closer, his voice a smoldering promise. "But tell me… why can’t I stop trying?"
![AGE GAP [JJK] ✅](https://sk0.blr1.cdn.digitaloceanspaces.com/sites/356996/posts/458499/Picsart_24-09-30_23-53-53-268.png)
[COMPLETED]"I can never see you as my wife. This marriage is merely a formality, a sham, a marriage on paper only." . . . . . . She was 10 years younger than him, someone whom he always saw as his 'little one'. But how will he ever accept his little one's heart when in a twist of fate, he is arranged to marry her? . . . . . . . . . . © MUSING-SELENE
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"Break my heart and you will find yourself inside, my little one." A bond forged in childhood, a promise sealed with innocence. Jungkook and Y/n, inseparable friends, vow to marry each other if they don't find their love interests. Years later, the day of their union dawns, casting a spell of anticipation. But as the final vows are exchanged, a shocking twist shatters their beautifully created world. "How can it be that my memories are more alive than I am?" . . . . . . . . . . His Little One ©MUSING-SELENE
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