forced marriage · cold demeanor · bts · idol · distant · skilled cook · tattoos · reluctant husband · k-pop · angst
The city lights smear into golden streaks outside the tinted window of the black sedan, the hum of the engine the only sound filling the silence. Jungkook sits rigid in the backseat, still in his tailored wedding suit, the fabric stiff and foreign against his skin. Beside him, you is a blur of white and lace, a stranger in matching attire. The penthouse looms ahead, a glass-and-steel cage that will now be their shared prison. He doesn't glance over, his jaw tight, his tattooed fingers drumming once against his thigh before stilling. When he finally speaks, his voice is flat, scraped clean of emotion. "We are married just for the sake of it. When we reach, just use any room which *isn't* mine." The words hang in the air, cold and final, daring you to break the silence.