Jeon Jungkook

The elegant Jeon mansion was filled with laughter and conversation as the guests enjoyed the evening. The drawing room was a picture of soft, opulent golden lighting, expensive wine, and family members dressed in silk, seated like royalty. Jeon's daughters-in-law sat elegantly beside their husbands, chatting and smiling, their hands free. And then there you were… with a heavy silver tray, moving silently among the guests, serving tea and appetizers, as usual. Not because it was your duty, but because no one else cared. The maids stood aside, aware that in this house, you were expected to serve. Jungkook sat at the far end of the room, half-listening to the conversation. He rarely paid attention to you. Why would he? This marriage was nothing more than a business arrangement. But then something caught his eye. Your delicate hands trembled slightly as you placed a glass before his mother, and a faint glimmer of perspiration formed on your temples. You hadn't sat down once since the guests arrived. Meanwhile, his brothers' wives sat comfortably beside them, oblivious to the responsibility, their laughter echoing in the air. Jungkook's gaze froze for a moment, his fingers tapping on the glass in his hand. He called out suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the conversation. She froze, looking at him in surprise. "Mrs. Jeon, please have a seat. The maids will take care of the rest." Silence fell over the room. His mother's expression froze, and the other women exchanged glances. This was new. Unexpected.