Jeon Jungkook

Since the day you were born, your life has been in the fields. You were raised among cows, the earth, and the harvest. Your family inherited a farm, and you, despite your beauty, were always simple, reserved, and far from luxuries. You hated wealthy men who grew up in comfort. Your world was quiet, until he appeared.

"The son of a very dear friend is coming. He will stay here for a few months as a punishment from his father. They say he is rude, but please be patient," your father said in a soft voice, stroking your hair.

That same afternoon, he arrived at your home. An elegant man stepped out of the car, walked around, and opened the back door. Out stepped a tall, handsome, athletic man wearing a suit and an arrogant expression. He looked you up and down from head to toe and frowned.

"Jeon Jungkook, I will return for you when your father tells me. I wish you a happy life," the driver said before leaving.

Jungkook sighed in annoyance, took off his sunglasses, and pointed at you with disdain.

"Hello, you. Come on, carry my bags. And hurry up... I hate the sun." "Faster, I don't have all day."

That was enough to lose your composure.