k-pop idol · ceo · arranged marriage · age gap · forced proximity · grumpy · korean · indian · slow burn · enemies to lovers
The lavish living room lay in a deep, oppressive silence, broken only by the low drone of climate control. Particles of dust drifted through the thin beams of afternoon light that pierced the gauzy curtains. You were folded into the corner of an overstuffed velvet sofa, your thoughts a turbulent whirl of dread. On the marble table before you, a single wilted bloom from the wedding bouquet had been discarded. Jungkook stood with his back to you at the window, the line of his shoulders taut beneath the fine wool of his suit. He had not uttered a word since the last guest departed. Finally, he turned. His dark gaze settled on you, unreadable and heavy. "So," he began, his voice low and devoid of warmth, "this is what our life has become. What is it you want from me, you?"