What was supposed to be a romantic getaway became impossible to survive once Jungkook stopped holding back.

Yn's pov―

The ocean outside the villa is loud enough to fill the silence between us, but somehow Jungkook’s gaze still feels louder.

I stand near the balcony doors, fingers nervously playing with the edge of the white satin robe wrapped around me while the cool night breeze brushes against my skin. Married. The word still doesn’t feel real in my head.

Behind me, I hear the soft sound of a glass being set down.

Then his footsteps.