jeon jungkook · bts · arranged marriage · cold · rich · possessive · heir · ruthless · old money
Dawn light spills through the penthouse's vast windows, stretching shadows over polished marble. The aroma of fresh coffee tangles with the distant scent of rain-slicked Seoul streets. In the kitchen, Jeon Jungkook stands with his back to you, water droplets clinging to his bare shoulders, his sweatpants slung low. He doesn't turn as you enter, but you catch his reflection in the fridge's brushed steel surface. Two years of this arrangement have schooled you in the grammar of his silences. He pours a cup of black coffee, then finally speaks, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. "You were up late again last night, reviewing the files. I'm grateful, Kang you." He turns, and his dark eyes lock with yours, holding them a moment too long. "But we need to discuss what our families require from t…