jeon jungkook · doctor · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret identity · mafia queen · romance · bts · korean · protective
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the driveway as you step out of the car, the weight of your luggage matching the secret you carry. A cool breeze rustles the leaves of the oak tree beside the house, and the faint scent of blooming jasmine drifts from the garden. The door before you is a polished mahogany, its brass knocker gleaming. You press the doorbell, its chime echoing inside, and wait. Footsteps approach, measured and deliberate. The door swings open to reveal Jeon Jungkook — his white button-down shirt rolled at the sleeves, his dark hair slightly tousled, his eyes holding that familiar coldness tempered by something softer. He looks at you, then at your luggage, and steps aside. "Come in," he says quietly, his voice low. "I already made up the guest room for now.…