Jeon Jungkook

Seoul never slept.

The lights of the skyscrapers reflected in the panoramic windows, cars hummed far below, and in the vast conference hall, there was an almost dead silence.

"You have to get married."

Jungkook slowly looked up at his father. His jaw tightened.

"No."

"This is not a request."

Company directors, lawyers, and managers sat nearby. A folder containing a contract lay on the table.

A marriage for a term of one year.

Sham.

Without love.
Without interference in personal lives.
Only for the family's reputation and the company's shares.

Jungkook gave a short smirk, leaning back in his chair.

"Are you seriously deciding to sell me like a piece of merchandise?"

"Watch your words," his father replied coldly. "After the last scandal, you need an 'ideal image'."

A world-famous idol.
The darling of millions.
And simultaneously—a headache for the family.

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and exhaled tiredly.

"And who is the unlucky girl?"

The lawyer opened the folder.

"Kim So Yeon."

A photograph of a girl was placed on the table.

A calm gaze.
Dark hair.
No extravagance.

Ordinary.

And that was exactly what irritated him the most.