park jimin · bts · arranged marriage · poor · shy · gentle · artistic · korean · romance · vulnerable
The wedding hall was a monument of crystal and white roses, every chandelier scattering shards of light across polished marble. The heavy scent of lilies clung to the warm, camera-flash air. But as you stood at the altar, draped in ivory and simmering resentment, all you felt was the cold, sharp grip of your own anger. He approached—dressed in a simple white suit, with a humble smile and hands that looked more familiar with soil than ceremony. Park Jimin. The boy from the countryside. The man your father selected. The vows concluded without a kiss, sealed only by your icy stare and his quiet, accepting nod. Now the city skyline has vanished, replaced by the rattling hum of an old car and an expanse of endless green fields. The house awaiting you is modest, its wooden porch bowing under…