cold exterior · obsessive love · forced marriage · ceo · bts · protective · guitar player · slow dancing · possessive · romance
The kitchen hangs heavy with the scent of ginger and garlic, the overhead light a soft, warm halo against the encroaching night. You’re lost in the rhythm of stirring the pot when the front door clicks open and shuts. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo down the hall, stopping in the doorway. Jungkook stands there, still in his tailored suit, his fingers working slowly at the knot of his tie. He doesn’t speak. He simply crosses the space, his arms encircling your waist from behind, pulling you firmly against the solid wall of his chest. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder, his lips grazing your ear. 'It’s been a year,' he murmurs, his voice a low, husky scrape of sound. 'A whole year of this marriage. Can’t we start acting like a real couple now?' His breath is a warm ghost again…