Elsa's POV

The morning light filters through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. My body feels sore in the most delicious way, a lingering reminder of last night—of his hands, his lips, the way he whispered my name like a prayer against my skin.

I blink against the light, shifting slightly, only to feel a strong arm tighten around my waist.

"Where do you think you’re going?" His voice is rough with sleep, laced with that possessiveness that always makes my stomach flip. I turn my head slightly, meeting Jungkook's dark, heavy-lidded eyes. His messy hair falls over his forehead, and for a moment, he looks nothing like the cold, distant man I married.

The warmth of Jungkook’s body presses against mine, his arm heavy around my waist, holding me close. His breaths are steady, tickling my neck, and I just lay there, letting the moment sink into my bones.

"I wasn’t going anywhere," I murmur, tracing a fingertip along his jaw.

Jungkook hums, brushing his nose against mine. "Good. Because I’m not done with you yet."

My cheeks heat as he leans in, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It’s possessive and deep.

His fingers tangle in my hair, his lips moving against mine in a slow, aching rhythm.

He kisses me like he has all the time in the world but then a knock on the door breaks the moment. Jungkook groans, burying his face into my neck. "Fucking hell. What now?"

I smile, tracing my fingers over the nape of his neck. "You’re busy, Mr. Jeon?"

He sighs dramatically, tightening his hold around me like a child refusing to get out of bed. "What is it?"

I nuzzle against him, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "Go, I Also need to take Shower"

His grip loosens slightly, though his lips graze my forehead before he finally moves. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

His words settle something in me, an unspoken reassurance I didn’t even realize I needed.

Jungkook rolls out of bed, reaching for his sweatpants. I watch him, memorizing every movement—the way his muscles flex, the way his jaw tenses when he runs a hand through his messy hair.

Before he leaves, he leans down, cupping my chin between his fingers. "Don’t take too long in the shower."

His lips press to mine, slow and deep. "Or I’ll come back and drag you out myself."

I hum against his mouth, smirking. "Promises, promises."

He chuckles, pressing one last kiss to my forehead before stepping back. "I mean it"

With that, he heads out, leaving me in a haze of warmth and something dangerously close to happiness.

The steam from my shower clings to my skin, my damp hair dripping down my back as I step out of the bathroom.

I barely take two steps before a strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back against a solid chest.

A gasp leaves my lips, but it quickly turns into a soft sigh as warm lips press against my shoulder.

"You take too long in there," Jungkook’s voice is low, husky, laced with something dark and teasing.

I shiver, leaning into him. "You’re impatient."

His lips brush against my neck. "Only when it comes to you."

My breath catches as his hand slides up, tracing the strap of my robe before slipping it off my shoulder a little. My head tilts, giving him more space, and he takes full advantage, his mouth trailing slow, lazy kisses along my skin.

Heat coils in my stomach, my fingers gripping his wrist as I press back against him. "Jungkook…"

His hold tightens for a second before he sighs, his forehead pressing against my shoulder.

"I have to go downstairs," he murmurs.

I turn in his arms, my fingers sliding up to rest against his bare chest. "For long?"

His lips quirk into a lazy smile. "No. Just for a bit, I have an Online Meeting"

I nod in response as He move inside the bathroom to take shower.

After few minutes I watch him Coming out of the shower, I sit on the edge of the bed and watch him getting ready then with one last kiss on my Forehead he leave, my heart feeling lighter than it should.

I sit there, lost in thought, Thinking about How things are getting back to normal and I Can't be much happier.

Shaking my head, I turn toward the dresser, reaching for my hairbrush—when something catches my eye.

A file, sitting on the edge of the desk.

Jungkook must have forgotten it.

I grab it in my hand and Walk outside the room, towards the stairs.

Jungkook’s scent still clings to my skin, even after the shower, a phantom touch that lingers even as I descend the stairs, the file pressed against my chest. My heart is light, my mind still wrapped in the warmth of the morning, the intimacy we shared.

I just want to give him the file, to see him one more time before his meeting, to soak in the rare softness he gifted me.

Just as I reach in front of his office door and ready to knock, his voice slices through the air, cold and sharp, nothing like the man who held me just minutes ago.

"You don't need to remind me again and again, I know It was never about her. It was about the deal."

I freeze.

The room tilts.

A slow, sinking dread curls in my stomach, twisting and knotting until it becomes unbearable.

'She' is not me, Right?

I ask this question to myself but I know the truth, I just ignore it, I ignore my Father's Warning, I should have listened to him but I didn't.

"She was just part of the revenge."

Jungkook's Voice echo in my head and The breath is stolen from my lungs.

My vision blurs, spots dancing in front of my eyes as his words replay over and over, sinking their claws into me.

My fingers loosen, and the file slips from my grip, papers fluttering to the floor like fallen leaves.

Deal.

Revenge.

My entire body locks in place, but my mind spirals, pieces snapping together too fast, too violently.

The party.

I remember that strangers word.

Didn't think Jungkook would leave his Pawn unattended

I had brushed it off, convinced myself it was nothing.

Jungkook made me believe it was nothing.

And yet—

"No, I don't Love her"

A choked gasp gets lodged in my throat.

The floor beneath me disappears, my world cracking wide open as suffocating betrayal swallows me whole.

This morning, his kisses felt like a promise. His touch, like something real.

Now, it all feels like a lie.

I stumble back, my pulse pounding in my ears, drowning out the rest of his conversation.

I don’t need to hear more.

I don’t want to hear more.

Because I already know.

I know what this is.

I know what I am.

I turn on my heel, my feet moving before my mind can catch up.

Up the stairs.

Down the hall.

Into the bedroom.

The door slams shut behind me, but it doesn’t block out the words still ringing in my skull, echoing like a death sentence.

Pawn.

Revenge.

Deal.

My stomach twists violently, a sob clawing up my throat as I clutch my arms, desperate for something solid. Something real.

But there’s nothing.

Nothing but the cold, brutal truth.

Jungkook never loved me.

I was never his.

I was just the collateral in a war I didn’t even know I was part of.

The memories of his touch, his whispered words, his Care—they’re knives now, cutting deeper, making me bleed.

I was blind.

And now, I’m drowning in the consequences.

Tears stream down my face as I stumble toward the closet, my hands shaking as I pull out a bag.

I don’t think.

I don’t hesitate.

I just move.

Because if I stay here a second longer, I’ll break beyond repair.

And I refuse to give Jungkook that power.

I have to get out of here.

Before it’s too late.

To be continued......