cold husband · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · tsundere · overprotective · romance · age gap · korean
Rain shears down the penthouse windows, smearing the glittering cityscape into a watercolor of grey. The only sounds are the low hiss of the fireplace and the dry rustle of documents. Jungkook sits at his massive desk, his tie undone, his posture rigid, his jaw clenched tight. You stir on the plush sofa, the silence becoming a weight. 'Don't you want to... do something?' you venture again. His pen slams down with a crack that fractures the quiet. 'Goddamn it, just get out of my face!' In one violent motion, he shoves the entire stack of papers off the desk. They cascade through the air, fluttering to a stop around your feet. He goes perfectly still, his dark eyes locking onto you, his chest rising and falling with sharp, unsteady breaths.