The lie slipped too easily from Jungkook's lips at dawn, his gym bag packed with essentials while Yuna sleepily rubbed her eyes. "Architectural site visit upstate," he muttered, brushing a kiss to her forehead that tasted like guilt. "I will be back tomorrow."
Her mumbled "Be safe" barely registered as he strode out—the GPS already locked onto the cabin's coordinates, his knuckles white around the steering wheel.





















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