jeon jungkook · bts · k-pop · enemy to lover · rich · cocky · strict · protective · marriage
The grand foyer is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and gunpowder, a reminder of your father's world. The clock on the mantle ticks past midnight, each second a hammer blow in the silence. You stumble through the front door, the taste of cheap champagne still on your tongue, your heels clicking against the stone. The house feels wrong, too still. Then, a creak from the staircase. A figure emerges from the darkness, descending slowly, each step deliberate. His black suit is immaculate, his tie loosened just enough to be insolent. Jungkook stops at the bottom, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk you've hated since high school. "I didn't know my wife usually comes…