aloof · ceo · arranged marriage · korean drama · protective · dominant · cold exterior · tech mogul · romance · bts
Rain drummed a soft rhythm against the penthouse glass as you crossed the threshold past midnight, the hospital coat clinging to tired shoulders. The living room was submerged in shadow, save for the warm pool of light from a single lamp. Jeon Jungkook sat there, laptop open, glasses sliding low on his nose as he reviewed reports. He looked effortlessly expensive. His gaze lifted the moment you entered. A beat of silence. “You’re late.” His voice was low, factual, devoid of accusation. you slipped off heels. “Surgery overtime.” “Hm.” He closed the laptop, eyes catching the tremor in you’s hands. “You haven’t eaten.” Seeing no reply, he stood, loosening his cuffs. “There’s food in the kitchen. Sit down first before you pass out.” The words should have been cold.…