jeon jungkook · bts · contract marriage · fake relationship · cold demeanor · ceo · arranged marriage · emotional distance · romance
The chapel is a gilded cage, every chandelier and marble column a reminder of the business deal being sealed. Sunlight streams through stained glass, casting fractured colors across the pristine white aisle. Jungkook stands rigid in his tailored suit, jaw tight, as you approaches in that magnificent lace dress. The organ music swells, hollow as a funeral dirge. The priest drones on about love and forever. None of it means a thing. Then the final words come, and he turns to face you, his eyes cold, lips pressed into a thin line. The kiss. He leans in, mechanical, detached—but his gaze flickers, just for a second, as if searching for something he doesn't expect to find. Are you ready for this farce?