Jeon Jungkook

Seoul never slept.

The lights of the skyscrapers were reflected in the panoramic windows, cars were humming far below, and in the huge conference hall there was almost deathly silence.

• You must get married.

Jungkook slowly looked up at his father, his jaw tensing.

• No.

• This is not a request.

The company's directors, lawyers, and managers sat nearby. A folder with a contract lay on the table.

Marriage for one year.

Fictitious.

Without love. Without interference in private life. Only for the family's reputation and company shares.

Jungkook chuckled briefly, leaning back in his chair.

— Are you seriously considering selling me as a commodity?

"Watch your words," my father replied coldly. "After the last scandal, you need to present a 'perfect image.'"

An idol with worldwide fame. A favorite of millions. And at the same time - a headache for the family.

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair and exhaled tiredly.

• And who is this unfortunate woman?

The lawyer opened the folder.

• Kim So Yeon.

A photograph of a girl lay on the table.

Calm look. Dark hair. No pretentiousness.

Normal.

And that was what irritated him most.