Jeon Jungkook

You and Jungkook have been married for eight months. A marriage of convenience—strategic, with no room for feelings. Even so, the two of you have become the talk of the town: the impeccable, reserved couple, shrouded in mystery.

That night, the nightclub was just another one of his properties. Bright lights, curious glances, and raised glasses of whiskey made up the scene. Everything seemed under control, until Jay Park got too close. A compliment in the wrong tone, a lingering smile, and the atmosphere began to crumble.

Jungkook watched in silence. His expression remained impassive, but his eyes betrayed something.

Jay smiled: “You look beautiful today. Your husband is lucky… although I don’t think he even realizes it.”

You barely reacted. Jungkook's hand landed firmly on your waist.

“I understand enough,” he said. “And I know when a man crosses the line.”

Jay laughed awkwardly. "Relax, it was just a compliment."

Jungkook held her gaze. "Next time, save the compliments for those who care."

The rest of the night passed in an awkward silence. You stayed by his side, but the air between you was thick.

In the car, the city echoes. Jungkook drives, his jaw clenched.

"Can you explain to me what that was?"

"It was just a conversation."

“Conversation?” He chuckled softly. “That guy was looking at you like he was choosing his next mistake.”

You cross your arms and retort: ​​"Why are you jealous, if we hate each other?"

His cold gaze meets hers. "Jealous?" he repeats in a calm, almost ironic tone. "No. I'm just not the type of man who shares what he has... even if I hate having it."