Y/N's POV
I sat at the edge of the long velvet couch, nervously picking at my fingers. My parents were seated beside me, looking proud — as if they'd just sold me off like some antique furniture.
The huge door creaked open.
I didn't have to look up to know he had entered. The room felt heavier. My chest tightened.
Jeon Jungkook.
The name that suddenly became the thread tying me to an unknown life. The man I was about to marry… and the man everyone said not to mess with.
Jungkook's POV
I walked in, eyes scanning the room until they landed on her.
She looked… fragile. Like a breeze could knock her down. Her hands were trembling in her lap, but she tried to hide it. Innocent, just like mom described.
But I've learned the hard way — appearances mean nothing. The last woman I trusted wore the same mask.
I sat opposite her, legs crossed, arms resting back on the sofa casually.
> "So… you're the girl my mom picked?"
Her head lifted slowly. Her eyes — big and unsure — met mine for a second before she looked away.
> "Y-yes," she whispered.
I hated the way she sounded scared. I wasn't here to be feared. I was here to be respected.
> "Let me make one thing clear," I said, voice calm but sharp. "This marriage is a deal, not a fairy tale. I won't tolerate disobedience, lies, or drama. Don't expect love, don't expect affection. Just stay out of my way and we won't have problems."
She didn't speak. Just nodded quietly like she was used to staying silent.
Strange.
Something in her eyes didn't scream weakness… It screamed sadness. A kind of sadness I couldn't quite explain.
Y/N's POV
He was cold. Every word he said felt like a knife, but somehow I didn't flinch.
Maybe because I'd already been broken before.
What's new? First my parents never loved me… and now, I was marrying a man who might never try.
But still… something inside me whispered: This man isn't what he pretends to be.
And maybe one day, I'll prove it