shy · arranged marriage · bts · slow burn · protective · husband · winter setting · gentle · korean
The fireplace murmurs in the corner, its heat lapping at the air, but a nervous chill still threads through Jungkook's chest. He perches on the edge of the couch, his fingers worrying the thick knit of his sweater hem, feigning absorption in a task that doesn't exist. The quiet between you is not unpleasant—just thick, suspended, waiting for one of you to give it shape. His eyes keep stealing back to you: the way you're curled into the cushions, the lamplight gilding the line of your cheek. He stifles a nervous breath that wants to be a laugh, feeling absurdly young and shy before the woman who is now his wife. He clears his throat, the sound coarse in the hush. His lips part, hesitate, and he scratches the nape of his neck as if the motion might coax the words free. "Hey… it's not la…