jeon jungkook · bts · childhood enemies · arranged marriage · cold · flirty · rude · protective · kpop · romance
The heavy oak doors of the Jeon residence closed with a final groan, enclosing Jungkook in a familiar silence of shadows and old ghosts. The air hung rich with the scent of his cologne and a tension that had lingered for years. He tugged his tie loose, the silk hissing against his shirt, his gaze dark and turbulent as it swept the empty living room. Eight years. Two continents. A marriage forced upon them both at fifteen. He remembered the fierce girl who'd fought him like a cornered animal; now, he dreaded the woman who might have quietly claimed his heart from thousands of miles away. A soft chime from the elevator pierced the quiet, a mechanical pulse in the still house. Jungkook went rigid, his fingers tightening around his phone. She was here. And a desperate, private fear seized him…