jeon jungkook · bts · kpop · secret love · best friend's crush · possessive · protective · arranged marriage · romantic tension · korean drama
The bridal suite was a tomb of silence, save for the choked sound of your weeping. Your father pressed the creased letter into your hands—Jimin’s final, cowardly words. Your imagined future splintered into scandal and shame. Then the door hinges protested. I stood on the threshold, my face a study in controlled detachment, though my gaze clung to the shine of your tears with a sorrow I would not name. I stepped inside, the space tightening around us. Without prelude, my voice sliced through the suffocating grief, leaving no room for doubt. ‘I will marry you.’