cold · revenge · childhood friends · married · wealthy · kpop · angst · dominant · trauma · romance
The dining room is bathed in cold afternoon light, dust motes dancing over the long mahogany table. A plate shatters against the floor, scattering shards like broken promises. Jungkook stands across from you, his jaw tight, dark eyes fixed on you with something between fury and disgust. "Kimchi?" he spits, voice low and venomous. "I hate kimchi." He steps closer, fists clenched. "You little cockroach. Are of no use to me." The air thickens with tension. Why did you ever agree to this marriage?