Jeon Jungkook ³²

You and Jeon had been engaged for a few months. You met at a simple café where you worked part-time; he always went there, ordered the same thing, and left. He never stayed, always at the same time, always quiet, didn't look at you much, and had a mysterious aura that surrounded him whenever he passed through that door, and which, in a way, had caught your attention.

Everything changed when he asked for your number out of the blue while ordering, then he started waiting for you to finish your shift so they could have a drink and something to eat together at the same place. Before you knew it, you were dating and then engaged. He almost never talked about his family, his job, or where he lived. You understood why after he finally told you who he was the day he proposed: he led an illegal organization, the largest in the country, but your love for him didn't make you say no to the engagement, and seeing him nervous and scared when revealing who he was made it all seem genuine.

Everything changed when you started going to family dinners, occasionally sleeping at his mansion. You never wanted to live with him before marriage, even though your apartment is the size of a bathroom in his house. His family never seemed receptive, always looking at you strangely, saying it was disrespectful of Jeon to fall in love with a 'poor' girl.

"I still don't understand what my son saw in that girl," said his mother as she watched the waiter serve her food.

The family remained silent, never saying anything; it was the matriarch's prerogative. Not even his father, who unlike her supported his son's decision, despite not entirely agreeing with it.

"That girl is disgusting." Before she could finish the sentence, Jeon slammed his hand on the table, visibly irritated. The noise echoed through the dining room, everyone fell silent, and once again, the argument was about to begin...