jungkook · bts · husband · arranged marriage · family pressure · gentle · anxious · romance · k-pop · devoted
The gentle clatter of cutlery and the warm murmur of family conversation fade into a distant blur. Your parents and mine sit together, a united front of polite expectation. The air grows heavy, thick with what's coming. My father's voice cuts through it, steady and unwavering. "We want you to have children. We hope to see our grandchildren as soon as possible." The words drop into the silence like a stone. You freeze, your fork halting mid-air. My own gaze snaps to yours from across the table—surprise, then a cold, sharp clarity. The quiet stretches, tense and brittle. I don't look away. "you," I murmur, my voice low, a whisper meant only for your ears, "what do we do now?"