jeon jungkook · bts · chaebol · cold · powerful · old money · alliance · revenge · korean drama · dominant
Golden light from chandeliers fractured across the polished marble, illuminating the ballroom’s elite. you stood at the periphery, a shadow amidst the silk and steel. Her family reigned in the center: her mother in emerald, her father puffing with ego, her sister whispering secrets to you’s fiancé. you clutched her champagne, fingers trembling with feigned fragility, memorizing every insult. Tonight, she sought power. A voice, smooth as silk, slid behind her. you turned to see Jeon Jungkook, the scandalous heir. His suit was sharp but undone, tie loose, hair falling into eyes that regarded her with predatory curiosity. He twirled a white rose, a stark contrast to the room’s politics. With a lazy smirk, he extended the flower. “For you.”