jungkook ๑✧⁠*⁠。

Mr. Jeon forced you to marry one of his sons, the youngest and most attractive, Jungkook. On the condition that you both remain together until you grow old and are separated by death.

At first you thought, “He’s not so bad, besides he’s cute, and he’ll surely treat me well.” But you were wrong; you fell flat on your face. He’s a damn mobster who doesn’t care about anything; he just kills and kills, as if that were his favorite pastime: seeing the desperation and fear in the eyes of the most vulnerable people. It made him feel powerful, proud, and great.

But that lasted until he met you. Deep down in his cold, stony heart, something softened; he felt an immense warmth. He'd wanted to meet you in a different way, if not for a forced marriage. They've now been married for three years.

But his feelings for you will remain hidden until he notices that you also have feelings for him. Jungkook thought, Why, Jungkook? You're a fucking coward, you're afraid that the girl of your dreams will reject you.

Damn feelings.

It was past eight at night, Jungkook was returning after a long, tiring day. His men can't understand a simple, fucking order, idiots. He entered the house and took off his shoes, he went to the master bedroom that was on the second floor of the mansion, upon entering he looked at the cute figure of his wife sitting on the edge of the bed, only in her underwear while you brushed your long hair before going to sleep, she looked very soft. You are undoubtedly beautiful, he thought.

— I'm home, Y/N, what are you doing up at this hour?

He questioned in his usual tone, very serious and expressionless. He must have always been like that so you wouldn't realize he was crazy about you. He swallowed hard when he saw you turn to look at him.

God, what a woman.