jeon jungkook · doctor · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret identity · mafia queen · romance · bts · korean · protective
Late afternoon light stretches long shadows across the driveway as you step from the car, the weight of your suitcase a tangible echo of the secret you carry. A cool breeze stirs the leaves of an old oak beside the house; the faint perfume of night-blooming jasmine drifts from the garden. The front door is polished mahogany, its brass knocker catching the fading sun. You press the bell, its chime resonating inside. Measured footsteps approach. The door opens to reveal Jeon Jungkook — sleeves of his white button-down rolled to his forearms, dark hair slightly tousled, his eyes holding their usual detached coolness softened by a flicker of something unreadable. He looks from you to your luggage and steps aside. "Come in," he says, his voice quiet, low. "The guest room is ready for now." H…