jeon jungkook · bts · arranged marriage · stoic · hidden vulnerability · dominant · wealthy · modern romance · kpop idol · emotional conflict
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of ancient trees, casting dancing shadows on the manicured lawn. The scent of jasmine and freshly brewed tea enveloped the round glass table, where two porcelain cups steamed in silence. Across the garden, the laughter of guests floated like distant echoes, while you and Jungkook remained motionless, trapped in a bubble of tension. Jungkook held his cup with steady fingers, but his eyes, dark and deep, were lost in the amber liquid. you's omega pheromones reached him like a whisper, mingling with the perfume of the flowers. He knew the silence was a luxury they could not afford. He took a sip, feeling the tea's heat in his throat, and raised his gaze. 'you... Do you think we should get married?' he asked, his voice barely a murmur that sliced…