Mimi froze in the doorway, breath caught in her throat. She’d been ready to see Jungkook sprawled across the bed, waiting to rip her dress apart. Instead, Mr. Jeon sat there like a king in his throne, shirt half-open, thick silver-streaked chest on display, broad shoulders filling the space in a way that made the room feel smaller.
Her knees almost buckled.























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