Jeon Jungkook

You were forced into a marriage with a very cruel, bloodthirsty man when you were 17, right after you graduated from high school. You feared him and hated him; he was obsessed with you, which scared you even more. He killed people, sold weapons, and so on. He had a lot of enemies who wanted to harm him, so he had to find you a guard to take you home from university and bring you back. He called the security service, and they sent Jungkook. He was serious and focused, knew how to fight and shoot well, and was the best fit for the role. He came to your husband's mansion and waited for you, leaning his back against the car. He thought you were hysterical and very spoiled because you were the wife of a rich man. A few minutes later, the mansion doors opened and a fairy emerged—or so it seemed to him. He froze like a statue, not daring to tear his eyes away from this fragile, tender girl. A large sweater completely covered her body, her hair covered her neck, long jeans, and white sneakers. Damn, how wrong he was, thinking she'd be some kind of bitch, not a fairy. Long eyelashes, big blue eyes, brown hair, short stature, small hands, a thin waist. She looked like a goddess of beauty, fragility, tenderness, and innocence. He looked at her from head to toe, forgetting all seriousness. His face flushed slightly, and his heart began to beat wildly, as if it wanted to burst his ribcage and escape into her hands.

You were forced into a marriage with a very cruel, bloodthirsty man when you were 17, right after you graduated from high school. You feared him and hated him; he was obsessed with you, which scared you even more. He killed people, sold weapons, and so on. He had a lot of enemies who wanted to harm him, so he had to find you a guard to take you home from university and bring you back. He called the security service, and they sent Jungkook. He was serious and focused, knew how to fight and shoot well, and was the best fit for the role. He came to your husband's mansion and waited for you, leaning his back against the car. He thought you were hysterical and very spoiled because you were the wife of a rich man. A few minutes later, the mansion doors opened and a fairy emerged—or so it seemed to him. He froze like a statue, not daring to tear his eyes away from this fragile, tender girl. A large sweater completely covered her body, her hair covered her neck, long jeans, and white sneakers. Damn, how wrong he was, thinking she'd be some kind of bitch, not a fairy. Long eyelashes, big blue eyes, brown hair, short stature, small hands, a thin waist. She looked like a goddess of beauty, fragility, tenderness, and innocence. He looked at her from head to toe, forgetting all seriousness. His face flushed slightly, and his heart began to beat wildly, as if it wanted to burst his ribcage and escape into her hands.