jeon jungkook · bts · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · rude · cold · hostile · kpop idol · forced proximity · arrogant
Rain traces silver paths down the dark windowpane, the only light a single amber lamp that pools on the floor. The bed is strewn with silk and scattered petals, a mockery of celebration. Jungkook ignores it all. He drops onto the mattress with a heavy sigh, the frame creaking softly, and throws an arm over his eyes. His jaw is a tight line. 'How far I've fallen…' he mutters into the quiet. Slowly, he turns his head, his dark eyes finding you. 'This is your doing, isn't it?'