Jimin's smirk widened as he listened to her, but he couldn’t agree right away—he needed to hear Jin and Taehyung’s opinions first.

"I can’t say anything yet," he said.

"It’s not official, Mr. Park. It's a fake marriage," she replied, her tone calm. "You just need to agree to the contract for six months."

Jimin’s gaze softened as he looked at her. Once she finished, he turned to Jin.

"Jin, what’s your opinion?"

"And make sure Taehyung hears it too."

Jin raised his hand, stopping Jimin. "No, Jimin. I need your answer as her brother, not as my friend."

Jin sighed. "Explain the full details. Not just the marriage part."

Jimin glanced at Y/n, who took a deep breath, but he was surprised when she gently took his hand in front of Jin.

"He’ll marry me publicly, and my secretary will make sure the media posts the news. It’ll spread like wildfire. But the truth is, it’s all for show—a fake marriage. In public, we’ll be the perfect couple that everyone admiires, while Jungkook will be consumed by jealousy."

Y/n finished speaking and pulled her hand away from Jimin’s. Jimin held his breath for a moment, letting it out in a slow exhale.

Jin sighed deeply. "Are you trying to get back at him?"

"No, Jin, it’s not that. I just want him to see my worth—to understand what I deserve as a wife and what rights I have as a woman."

Jin nodded slowly.

"Do you agree?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with excitement.

"Yes."

Meanwhile, Jimin’s smirk returned. He knew Taehyung was right—Y/n was bold enough to stand up for herself. She pulled a contract from a drawer and handed Jimin a pen. As Jimin was about to sign, Y/n stopped him.

"Wait, Jimin. Are you sure about this? Once you’re in, it could get messy. Do you need more time to think?"

Jimin met her eyes. "This has been my plan from the start."

She gasped, covering her mouth, and Jin looked equally shocked. Both of them watched as Jimin signed the paper, a smirk still playing on his lips.

"Let’s tell Taehyung. He’ll be mad if I don’t—especially since he said I was taking this too personally."

Y/n’s brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean by ‘personally’?"

"Jungkook, Taehyung, and I were schoolmates."

Y/n’s eyes widened. "I had no idea Jungkook had friends from school!"

Jimin chuckled softly. "He’d never admit it."

"Oh!" Y/n exclaimed, while Jin shifted uncomfortably, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"Alright, let’s wrap this up and not get too emotional," Jin said, sensing that Y/n might push Jimin with more questions. After all, she had only just begun building her bond with him, and it wasn’t the right time for her to probe further.

***

Jungkook sat at his office desk, lost in thoughts of Y/n. He toyed with his phone, debating whether or not to call her. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it—he wasn’t ready to open up yet.

Song Yoona, a new intern who recently joined as his secretary, interrupted his thoughts. Before their separation, Y/n used to handle all these tasks, but that was before everything changed. Yoona, with her dimples, sweet red cheeks, and an oval face, had a beauty that made heads turn. She had a perfectly shaped body, always clad in skirts above the knee and shirts that matched. Her appearance made her the envy of the office, especially since she’d gotten the job through her connections as Jungkook’s old schoolmate.

Yoona’s return was unwelcome for many, as she tried at every opportunity to impress Jungkook.

She knocked softly, holding a folder of documents she needed to submit for the upcoming meeting.

"Come in," Jungkook said, spinning in his chair to face her. His expression immediately soured when he saw her.

"You?"

"Yes, me. How have you been, Jungkook?"

"Don’t start, Yoona. I’m not interested. Get out of here," Jungkook snapped.

"I know you need this, Jungkook… Trust me," she said, inching closer.

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on her, feeling a rush of sexual frustration. He watched her, struggling to hold back as she moved with deliberate intent.

"This is my job," she whispered. "You’ve already left Y/n, so why should I waste this chance, Mr. Jeon?"

Yoona climbed onto the desk, grabbing his tie and pulling him toward her. She kissed him, and Jungkook, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, let himself get caught in her trap, surrendering to the heat of the moment.

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