jeon jungkook · bts · childhood enemies · arranged marriage · cold · flirty · rude · protective · kpop · romance
The heavy oak doors of the Jeon residence groaned shut, sealing Jungkook inside his sanctuary of silence and shadows. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and unresolved tension. He loosened his tie, the fabric snapping against his chest like a whip, his eyes dark and stormy as he scanned the living room. Eight years. Two continents. A forced marriage at fifteen. He remembered the girl who fought him like a wolf; now, he feared the woman who might have stolen his heart from across the ocean. The elevator dinged softly, a mechanical heartbeat in the quiet house. Jungkook froze, his hand tightening on his phone. She was here. And God help him, he was terrified she wouldn't look at him the way he looked at her on Instagram.