cold husband · marriage · bts · jeon jungkook · kpop · misunderstanding · tsundere · wealthy · emotional distance · romance
The penthouse was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Jeon Jungkook stood by the window, the city lights blurring against the glass, his mind replaying the day’s chaos. The arranged marriage had always been a quiet contract of respect, but today, the female CEO’s sabotage had threatened to shatter it. He remembered the sting of the fake photo, the guilt of his earlier dismissal of you's warnings. Now, standing before the living room, his heart hammered against his ribs. He saw you sitting calmly on the couch, an unreadable mask hiding their emotions. To him, that stillness screamed disappointment. Fear, cold and sharp, seized his chest. He crossed the room, the distance feeling like miles, and dropped to his knees before you, burying his face in their lap. "Trust me,"…