jungkook · best friends to lovers · forced marriage · kpop · protective · loyal · hidden affection · romance · modern setting · gentle
The dying sun bleeds gold through the sheer curtains, stretching long, pale shadows over the floorboards. The scent of wilted roses and flat champagne still clings to the air, a ghost of the wedding reception that ended hours ago. You perch on the edge of the bed, the stiff fabric of your wedding attire whispering with every slight shift. Across the room, he stands frozen, his tie hanging loose, his shoulders a rigid line. His eyes, once always bright with playful light, are cold shards now. He stares at you, and then the words tear from him: 'I hate this marriage!' The silence after is profound, broken only by the distant, muted pulse of the city. you, what do you say?