Summary: They say your first love is unforgettable. For you, Jungkook was a beautiful dream that was brutally ripped away by family obligations. Enter Kim Seokjin. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a man you barely know. But how can you give your heart to your husband when it’s still bleeding for someone else?
When the ghosts of you past resurface, Jin does the unthinkable: he offers to let you go. Now, you must choose between the passionate boy who owns you memories, and the selfless man who holds your present.
Genre:- Romance, Drama, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Angst, Family Drama, Emotional Romance
Pairing: You × Jungkook , You × Seokjin
Warning: Pressure, Scheme, Shock, Humiliation, Flirt, Teasing, Pinning in wall, Tension, Slow Burn, secret love , Apologies, Kisses , Intimacy, Nudity, Arguments, Fighting, Pampering, Use of Nick names, Smut , Sensual sex, Missionary, Slap , Crying, Heartbreak, Devise, NHE
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1: The Fire we Ignited
In your family, melody wasn't just an art form,it was a law. Your father was a legendary classical music maestro, respected across the country. Growing up as the only daughter of your parents, you were expected to be his ultimate legacy. He spent years passing down every intricate note, every complex vocal scale, and every bit of strict discipline to you. But being the eldest among a chaotic army of cousins, younger brothers, and sisters meant you also carried the weight of setting a perfect example. In a household where forty people lived under one roof, your family's musical reputation was everything. But right now, you didn't care about setting an example. You wanted to burn the house down.
"I am not giving him my room!" Your shouted as you glared at the two girls standing in front of you. Lily and Daisy, your family's house maids, jumped back in terror.
"Y/n, please, lower your voice," Lily whispered looking over her shoulder toward your father's private study. "Your dad is already furious. The landline hasn't stopped ringing all morning. The boy from London, his flight just landed."
"I don't care if his plane crashes," you snapped, "There are twelve empty guest rooms. Why am I being evicted from my own room?"
"Because he isn't just a guest," Daisy murmured softly, "He’s coming here to learn. Your father said he demands the absolute best, and everyone knows your room is the grandest, most beautiful in the entire mansion." Your father ruled this family estate like a 19th-century dictator. In his world, your obedience was a currency, and your personal freedom didn't exist. "He wants my room?" you whispered, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across your lips "Fine. Let him have it."
Lily and Daisy exchanged a terrified look. They knew that look on your face. It meant ruin."what are you going to do?" Lily asked, her voice trembling
The next morning, Your whole family standing at inner courtyard. You stood hidden on the second floor balcony, looking down. Then, the heavy iron gates swung open , out of a taxi stepped Jeon Jungkook. He was a complete cultural shock by the traditional estate. He wore an oversized black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt, loose fitting blue jeans, and thick soled boots. A heavy black guitar case was slung over his back, and a pair of dark two sitcase in hand, sunglasses hid his eyes. Jungkook took off his sunglasses, his jaw dropping as he looked around the mansion.
"Blimey," he muttered under his breath, "This place is massive." As he took a step forward, a loud, deep bleat echoed through the courtyard. Jungkook spun around, his eyes widening in absolute shock as he came face to face with a massive cow and a couple of goats tied near the stables. He stumbled back, completely caught off guard .
"Whoa! Hold on a minute!" Jungkook gasped, taking another blind step backward to avoid the cow. Splash! A massive wave of water erupted into the air. Jungkook had stepped straight over the central courtyard fountain. He went under for a split second before popping back up, completely drenched.
The courtyard instantly exploded into a roar of uncontrollable laughter. Your younger brothers and cousins pointed and giggle. Upstairs smirk spread across your face. He hadn't even reached your bedroom yet, and he was already a walking disaster.
"Oh, dear boy! Are you alright?" Your favorite uncle, Uncle Jack, rushed forward, chuckling as he extended a hand to pull a dripping, sputtering Jungkook out of the fountain pool. "I'm fine, completely fine, cheers uncle," Jungkook laughed, entirely unbothered by the embarrassment.
Your father and mother stepped forward to officially welcome him. While your father looked him in a disbelief, Before your father could speak, your two loudest aunts Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose pushed past the elders and reach him.
"Oh my, look at him! A bit wet, but he looks like a literal prince from a magazine!" Aunt Mary gushed, boldly reaching out to pinch his damp cheek. "Do all the boys in London look this handsome, or are we just lucky?"
Jungkook let out a laugh "Ah, Aunt, I think I'm the lucky one. If I knew the women in this house were this beautiful, I would have jumped into the fountain sooner just to get your attention."
Aunt Rose gasped, slapping his wet shoulder playfully while giggling like a schoolgirl. "Oh, stop it! He has a silver tongue! Come, we must get you some warm tea before you catch a cold."
"That's enough gossip for the morning," your mother interrupted gently, offering a polite smile to the guest before turning to the staff corridor. "Harry! Come here. Take Mr. Jeon's show him up to his room immediately so he can change."
The door of your room open, you didn't look up. You stood by the grand iron stand at the center of the room, calmly striking a match to light a fresh candle. Your two younger sisters, Mia and Chloe, were standing right beside you. The second they saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, their jaws dropped. They giggled behind their hands, shoved the holders into your arms, and rushed out of the room before you could even glare at them.
Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the doorframe as he looked around. "Wow, What a grand room," he said, he stepped inside, dragging his wet boots across the floor. "Hey, hi. Myself Jungkook. You can call me Koo. Your good name?"
"Y/n," you replied coldly. "Beautiful," he smirked, stepping closer. "Can I call you princess?"
"No. Only y/n." You struck another match. This time, as you brought the flame down , you lifted your head. Your eyes locked directly onto his. You kept lighting the candles, one by one, moving the flame blindly from holder to holder, completely refusing to break eye contact. It was a silent challenge a war. Jungkook smiled at your stubbornness. "What's the meaning of your name?"
"It's not necessary for everything to have a meaning," you said, Jungkook tilted his head, his smirk widening as he took another slow step forward. "And it's not necessary to lit each candle looking into my eyes."
"You look away first," you dared him. "No chance," he whispered. "How can I look away when your eyes are holding mine?" Suddenly, he was standing too close. You could see the water droplets still clinging to his eyelashes.
"Your eyes are weird," you murmured, refusing to back down even though your heart was starting to hammer against your ribs.
"How?" he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back up. "It's like a sour lemon," you snapped, Jungkook let out a soft laugh, his chest almost brushing yours. "Wow. So sweet." He glanced down at the burning candle in your steady hand.
"Blink away, y/n. Or the melting wax will burn your skin."
"Let's see who looks away first," you challenged. Jungkook’s eyes darkened with an intense playful gravity. He leaned in just an inch closer, his breath fanning across your cheek. "If you won't look away...you will fall in love with me." The words hit you like a sudden physical shock. Your eyes widened, your eyelids flinching as you automatically blinked realizing how dangerously close you were to him. Without saying a single word, you blew out the match, spun on your heel, and practically sprinted out of the room, leaving Jungkook standing alone.
The next morning, as you walked toward your new room, you spotted a group of your cousin sisters gathered by the balcony railing, whispering and giggling. You walked over and looked down into the courtyard. Your jaw dropped, down below, completely ignoring the weather there was Jungkook . He had clearly just taken a shower, he was wearing nothing but a large white towel wrapped securely around his waist. He had headphone he was completely lost in the music, doing a chaotic, high energy dance right in front of the cows.
You felt a rush of heat fly to your cheeks. "Girls! Bad manners!" you snapped, clapping your hands to break your cousins'. "Go back to your rooms, now!" The girls giggled loudly, teasing you with their eyes, before scrambling down the hall. You followed them as they piled straight into Grandma’s room.
Five of your cousin sisters, you, and Grandma all sat together Grandma, whose eyes had grown completely blind with age, smiled warmly "What is all this whispering about?" Grandma asked.
"Grandma, it's the new guest from London!" one of your cousins chimed in excitedly. "He’s down there dancing in a towel!" Grandma chuckled. "Oh? And how does this foreign boy look?"
"Sharp jaw , muscular body with boba eyes and bunny teeth!" your cousin giggled.
"No," you interjected sharply, crossing your arms with a huff. "He’s a maniac. A complete lunatic." The room erupted into a roar of laughter. But before the laughter could even die down, a smooth, deep voice cut through the air from the doorway.
"Oi, why is everyone laughing? Tell me the joke, I'll also laugh!" Everyone froze. You spun around, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Jungkook was standing right in the doorway of Grandma's room still in nothing but his waist towel, his shoulders shivering slightly from the cold. "Why are you here like this?!" you shouted, instantly standing up to shield your younger cousins' eyes. "Have you no shame? Go back to your room!"
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, giving a helpless, boyish grin. "I would, but I lost my way, haven't I? This house is a proper maze. I can't find my room."
You let out a frustrated groan, marching past him into the corridor. "Come. Follow me." Jungkook walked quickly behind you as you led him down the hallway. You didn't look back once, keeping your pace fast as you scolded him over your shoulder. "This is a respectable house, Jungkook. We have elders, we have rules. You can't just walk around half naked dancing with farm animals! It's freezing outside, and you are acting like a"
In a split second, a firm hand gripped your wrist, pulling you backward. Before you could even gasp, your back hit the cold stone wall with a dull thud. Jungkook stepped closser, his chest almost brushing yours. He planted one hand firmly on the wall right beside your head, effectively pinning you between his arm and his body. He was standing too close. He leaned down slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, completely trapping your gaze just like before.
"Why are you always so angry with me, y/n?" he whispered sending a sudden shiver straight down your spine. Suddenly, his ears twitched sound of heavy shoes clicked against the marble steps. "Someone is coming," Jungkook whispered, he dropped his hand from the wall and stepped back.
Your trembling knees barely held you up, but you forced yourself to move without looking back, you turned and walked quickly toward his room. You stopped right outside the heavy door of his bedroom ,your old bedroom , pointed at it sharply, refusing to look him in the eye. "Get in and change." Jungkook stepped inside, he paused. He turned his head back toward you.
"Thanks, by the way," he murmured softly, he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on your face for a fraction of a second. "And for the record, your eyes are beautiful. Not like mine."
Before you could even process the words, Jungkook slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. You stood frozen.
The mansion was completely dark by midnight, as you walked past the upper balcony, you spotted a familiar silhouette lurking , It was Jungkook. He was peeking anxiously through the cracked door of your father’s private study room, his shoulders tense. You quietly walked toward crossing your arms as you stopped right behind him. "What’s wrong, mister?" you whispered sharply.
Jungkook jumped slightly, spinning around with wide eyes. He let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Blimey, princess, you scared me," he whispered back, he pointed a finger toward the study door. "Your father....he looks terrifying, doesn't he? How am I supposed to go in there and talk to him?"
A mischievous idea instantly sparked in your mind. This was the perfect chance to embarrass him. You put on a perfectly serious, innocent face and leaned closer. "Well, if you want him to like you, you have to follow our traditions. In our culture, when a student meets a legendary master, they must lie down fully on the elder's legs to seek blessings. Go on, do that. He will love it."
Jungkook blinked, looking incredibly confused. "Really? Lie down on his legs? Alright, if you say so..." Trusting your words completely, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked straight into the study. Your father was reading a book. Before your father could even react, Jungkook knelt down and fully laid across your father's legs, gripping his ankles tightly. Your father froze in absolute shock. Within seconds, his face hardened into a scowl.
"What is this nonsense?!" your father thundered, pushing Jungkook back sharply. "What kind of behavior is this? Stand up!" Jungkook scrambled to his feet, his face completely falling in hurt, deeply embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered, looking down at his feet. "I thought it was a tradition."
Watching from the door, the smile died on your lips seeing his face look so completely crushed and humiliated made a strange, sudden ache hit your chest. You felt horribly bad for what you did, though you couldn't understand why his sadness mattered to you so much. Your father let out a heavy sigh as he looked at Jungkook's genuinely apologetic face.
"Okay, forget that," your father said, his voice softening slightly. "Are you truly serious about learning our classical music?"Jungkook lifted his head, his dark eyes instantly shining with deep, unyielding passion. "Yes, sir. More than anything. I want to learn the true soul of your music." Your father stared at him for a long moment, testing his sincerity, before giving a firm nod. "Good. Then from tomorrow, your training begins strictly at sharp 6:00 AM. Do not be a single minute late."
Jungkook's eyes lit up with relief. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek leather wallet. "Thank you, sir. Um, can you show me how much I need to pay for the tuition? I can write a check or pay in cash right now." Your father’s expression instantly turned incredibly solemn, his eyes reflecting the deep pride of a true maestro. He fold his hands behind his back.
"My talent and my knowledge are not for sale, Jungkook," your father said, "I do not take money for my art. But... if required, I will ask you for something one day. Not money, but anything else I choose." Jungkook looked surprised, but he nodded respectfully, bowing his head.
"Whatever you ask, sir. It's a promise."
The next morning, the mansion was cold still dark, by 5:45 AM, your father was already perfectly dressed, sitting the harmonium sat before him. You sat a few feet away, as you prepared for your own morning scales. Your father glanced at the clock on the wall. The ticking sound was deafening."It is 5:55 AM," your father stated, "Go wake him up, Y/n. If he is not seated here by the strike of six, his training ends before it even begins."
You stood up quickly, your heart doing a strange flutter. You hurried up the staircase, your mind racing. You couldn't wait to see his face. You pushed his bedroom door open, ready to gloat. Instead, you froze your jaw dropping in absolute horror. The room condition was a complete disaster. It looked like a bomb had gone off. Jungkook’s leather jackets and shirts were thrown everywhere across the floor. The unspooled tape was tangled like a spiderweb around the desk legs and Jungkook? He was completely passed out, tangled in the heavy blankets on the floor.
"Jungkook! Wake up!" you panicked, rushing into the haze. If your father saw this chaos, you would be grounded for a month. You lunged forward, grabbing the edge of his blanket and pulling it hard. "Get up! It's already six!" You didn't realize that Jungkook’s foot was completely wrapped in the tangled as you pulled the blanket, your foot caught on the broken wooden frame of the collapsed bed.Your balance snapped as you fall above him.
Your hands planted firmly against a bare, muscular chest your face hovering mere inches from his. The sudden impact jarred Jungkook awake. His dark eyes flew open, blinking rapidly for a second, he looked completely disoriented. But as his vision cleared and he realized you were lying directly on top of him, a slow, lazy smirk began to cut through his face.
"Well, good morning to you too, princess. Is this another one of your traditional blessings?"
Four months flew beautifully, the girl who swore to make Jungkook’s life a living hell was completely gone. In her place was someone who counted the minutes until 6:00 AM. You and Jungkook had become practically inseparable. You learned music together under your father's strict gaze, your voices slowly learning to blend perfectly during the long morning scale practices. You ate lunch together in the chaotic, crowded dining hall, where Jungkook had expertly learned to navigate the spicy traditional food, making your aunts beam with pride. In the afternoons, when the heat was too intense, you, Jungkook, and your army of cousins would gather in the courtyard to play cards, laugh, and listen to his rock cassette tapes. He wasn't a stranger anymore, he was the very heartbeat of the house.
Today, a quiet, undeniable realization settled into the spaces between you. It happened during a late afternoon game of carrom in the veranda with Lily, Daisy, and your younger brothers. Jungkook sat down opposite you across the wooden board, the background noise completely faded. The gaze he gave you was heavy, soft, and filled with deep affection that made your lungs feel completely empty.
You couldn't deny it anymore, you liked him. You liked him so much it terrified you. Jungkook flicked the striker carelessly, completely missing the coin, his eyes never breaking away from your face. A small smile touched his lips, as if he could read your heart from across the board.
At night ypu were on your terrace , the stone floor was cool against your bare feet as you stood by the carved stone railing, staring up at the endless blanket of stars. Suddenly, a sudden warmth enveloped you. Two strong arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling your back against a solid chest.
"Ah!" You let out a sharp gasp, you swung your elbow back, hitting his arm hard. "Get off me!"
"Ow! princess, it’s just me!" Jungkook groaned, instantly pulling away and rubbing his forearm with a dramatic wince. "You’ve got a lethal elbow." You spun around, your chest heaving as you glared at him, though your heart was hammering for an entirely different reason now.
"Are you mad? Sneaking up on me like a thief! What if someone saw you?"
"Nobody saw me," Jungkook chuckled, stepping closer until he was leaning against the railing right next to you, "Everyone’s fast asleep. Couldn't sleep myself. Kept thinking about a certain sour lemon."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Jungkook tilted his head, his playful expression suddenly softening, he reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin.
"I love..." Jungkook murmured, his voice dropped. You froze, your eyes widening as you stared at him. The entire world seemed to stop spinning. Your heart stopped beating. Did he just say...?
"Say it," you whispered, your voice trembling as you searched his eyes, desperately needing to hear the rest. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "...your hair."
Your jaw dropped but you still put your hopes up. "And?"
"Your eyes," he teased, stepping an inch closer. "And?" you demanded, crossing your arms. "Your dressing style," he chuckled, his dimples popping out in full force.
"And?"
"Your dad, your mom, Aunt Mary, Aunt Rose..." Jungkook rattled off, grinning like a schoolboy as he counted them on his fingers.
"Ugh! You are insufferable!" you snapped, your romantic expectations completely shattered. You stepped forward and slapped his chest hard. "Stay here! I'm going back inside!" You spun on your heel to march toward the terrace doors, but you didn't even make it a foot away. Jungkook’s hand shot out, his fingers locking firmly around your wrist. With a sudden, effortless jerk, he pulled you backward, you tumbled straight back into his chest, his other arm instantly locking around your waist to trap you against him.
"Hold on," he whispered, "I wasn't finished, princess."
"I love you, Y/N. The whole bloody lot of you." Before your brain could even process the words, Jungkook leaned down and then, his lips met yours. The kiss was everything you hadn't realized you were waiting for , soft at first, a gentle, hesitant question, before deepening into something fierce, passionate, and consuming. Your hands automatically found their way to his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as you melted into his warmth, your heart exploding into a wild, frantic rhythm.
Out of no were the sudden realization flooded your mind like ice water , you were on the roof, in the middle of the night, kissing your father’s student. You abruptly pulled away from him, your breathing ragged, your lips tingling as you stared at Jungkook with wide, terrified eyes.
"Y/n, wait—" Jungkook reached out, his hand cutting through the air to catch you. But you were already moving. Without looking back at him once, You flew down the stairs, your heart hammering against your ribs, leaving Jungkook standing entirely alone.
The next morning, the heavy cloud of last night’s storm still hung over the estate. But the mansion was loud as Your father’s oldest and wealthiest friend was arriving with his family from the city. Your heart was in your throat as you walked quickly down the quiet corridor, trying to reach your room to change your clothes.
Suddenly, the same pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling you "Why did you run away last night, princess?" Jungkook’s voice was a soft, breathless whisper against your ear.
"Jungkook, let go!" you panicked, "Leave me! Someone will come down this hallway at any second!"
"Let them," he murmured stubbornly, tightening his grip, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I don't care anymore. I love you, baby look at me."
"Jungkook, I said stop!" You tried to twist out of his arms, but his embrace was a solid wall. The panic of your father walking in, combined with the pressure of the guests arriving downstairs, completely overwhelmed your brain.
In a flash of second you violently spun around in his arms and slap him , the sharp, stinging sound echoed. Your hand remained frozen in the air, your palm burning. Jungkook’s head was turned to the side from the force of the blow. He didn't say a single word. He slowly dropped his hands to his sides, took a step back, and looked at you as if you were a complete stranger. Before you could even open your mouth to apologize, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked straight into his bedroom, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. The sound of the lock sliding into place felt like a knife to your chest.
You threw yourself against the closed door, banging your fists against the dark wood. "Jungkook! Jungkook, please open the door! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just scared! Please!" Inside, you could hear the heavy sounds of him dragging his trunk across the floor, probably packing his bags , the fear of him leaving.
"Jungkook, stop it! Open the door!" you begged, tears finally spilling over your eyelashes. "You love me, right? If you love me, you have to open this door!" The packing sounds suddenly stopped. Jungkook finally spoke, his voice didn't sound like him anymore.
"I don't love you," his voice cut through the door, "I don't even like you. You don't deserve my love."
The words hit you like a physical blow . The guilt in your stomach instantly twistef , your tears dried up, replaced by a toxic, defensive anger. If he was going to push you away when you were begging, you weren't going to let him see you look weak. You stepped back from the door, wiping your cheeks aggressively, your voice hardening into a bitter shout.
"Fine! Then stay locked in there! Today, a lot of people are coming to this house. Someone out there will obviously like me! So stay right there and watch!" You spun on your heel and marched down the hallway, your heart was completely bleeding.
You getting ready still thinking about Jungkook , feeling guilty but angry too.
"Y/n come your father calling you guest came " Lily said peek inside your room . You just give her a faint nod.
When you descended the stairs, you saw the grand hall completely packed. Your father's oldest friends and their extended families had taken over the low seating arrangements. But at the center of the room sat the most prominent guests of the evening.
The Kim family, there was the father, a dignified businessman, the mother, a gentle woman and their youngest daughter, Alice, who was exactly your age, looking around the grand estate with bright, curious eyes you saw him, there was the eldest son Kim Seokjin. Jin sat perfectly straight, dressed like royalty.
Unlike Jungkook's wild, windswept energy, Jin exuded absolute stillness. He was talking softly to an elder, bowing his head respectfully with a gentle smile that immediately calmed the chaotic room. "Ah, here she is!" your father announced proudly as you stepped onto the main floor.
"Come sit, y/n," your mother smiled, gesturing to the cushion "Everyone has traveled so far. After all, everyone know how good you are at singing , It is only fair that you grace us with a song."
You felt a heavy lump form in your throat. You didn't want to sing. Your heart was bleeding, fractured by the fight with Jungkook just an hour ago. But looking at your father’s unyielding eyes, you knew you couldn't refuse. You sat down, you closed your eyes, and as you drew in air. When you opened your mouth, the melody that poured out wasn't just a song , it was raw, devastating emotion.
Across the hall, Jin completely froze. The polite smile vanished from his face. His dark, deep eyes locked onto your face. As your voice hit the high, melancholic notes, Jin lost himself looking at you. He didn't blink. He didn't hear the chatter around him anymore. To Jin, the entire crowded room had completely vanished, leaving only you, your tragic eyes, and the beautiful, heartbreaking melody pouring from your soul.
After the gathering, the guests dispersed into the gardens for dinner. Jin, overwhelmed by the evening, had walked away from the crowd, sitting completely alone staring blankly at the ground.
"So, this is where you're hiding!" A cheerful voice broke his thoughts. Alice walked over, as she sat down right next to her brother, a knowing, mischievous smirk on her face. "Alice," Jin murmured, shifting slightly, "Shouldn't you be with the other girls?"
"I came here to find you, oppa," Alice teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I practically dragged Mom and Dad to this estate today just so you and y/n could meet. C'mon, she’s right there. Go talk to her!" Jin immediately hesitated, looking down at his hand.
"I can't, Alice. I shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Look at her," Jin whispered softly, looking across the lawn to where you stood. "She’s too good. Too beautiful. And her talent, her voice belongs to the heavens. Why would a girl like her ever want to talk to someone as ordinary as me?"
Alice’s face softened, and she fiercely grabbed her brother’s arm. "Don't say that! My brother isn't less than anyone in this world. You are kind, intelligent, and you are way better than her! Stop doubting yourself. Come on." She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Just tell me one thing... do you like her?"
The question caught Jin completely off guard. A deep blush instantly rushed up his neck, coloring his cheeks as a shy, breathless smile touched his lips. He looked over at you one more time.
"Yes," Jin whispered softly, his voice full of absolute sincerity. "I do. I really do."
The midnight had settled into a quiet, but inside the private chambers of your parents, a major turning point was taking place. Your father stood by the wide balcony window, looking out. He was lost in deep thought. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped gently around his neck from behind. Your mother smiled softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked out at the stars with him.
"Ji-hoon," she murmured, "I’ve been thinking about something for y/n all evening. I think Jin, your friend's son, is the absolute best match for her." Your father didn't move, but a slight frown touched his forehead. "Marriage?" he questioned, his voice low and serious. "She is still so young. There is no need to rush her into a commitment."
Your mother pulled away with a gentle laugh, walking over to the large traditional bed. She sat down smoothly on the mattress. "She will always be a child for us, Ji-hoon. But look at the Kim family. They are respectable, cultured, and Jin... Jin is a gem of a man. Did you see the way he looked at her when she sang? He would keep our daughter like a queen."
Your father stood silent for a long moment. He respected his friend, and he knew Jin’s reputation as a man. Finally, a faint nod broke his strict posture. "Okay then," your father said, "If you think it is right, I will talk to my friend about it tomorrow." Your mother couldn't help but let out a joyful, victorious giggle, her heart swelling with the excitement of planning her only daughter’s grand future.
The next evening, the grand dining hall was packed with the entire extended family sat together for dinner. Jungkook sat right in the middle, but his usual bright energy was completely gone. He looked staring straight at his plate, completely ignoring your presence. You sat right beside him. Lily and Daisy moved quickly around the circle, serving food. Your cousin sisters, entirely oblivious to the tension, immediately began bombarding Jungkook with questions. "Jungkook, do you have big concerts? Do girls like your music?"
Jungkook forced a polite smile "Yeah, occasionally. It's quite different over there, you see." Desperate to break his cold exterior, you quietly slipped your hand under the heavy wooden table. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you tried to hold his hand, silently begging for forgiveness through your touch.The moment your skin brushed his, Jungkook flinched. Without a single glance at you, he sharply pulled his hand away, tucking it firmly into his lap.
Jungkook picked up his spoon, taking a large bite to distract himself. "Wow. This is tasty," he said aloud to your mother. Your mother beamed with prid "Oh, I am so glad you like it, Jungkook! Today, y/n made the entire dinner herself."
Jungkook froze. His hand stopped mid air, you let out a nervous chuckle and let out a teasing comment before your brain could stop you. "Well, he can't digest good things , right Koo?."
Jungkook didn't say a word. Instead, he reached straight for the bowl full of green chillies. Before anyone could stop him, Jungkook picked up a raw chilli and bit right into it. Then another and another. "Jungkook! Stop!" Your mother cried out, jumping up from her seat in absolute horror. The cousins gasped.
Your mother rushed over, swatting your arm angrily. "Y/N! What is wrong with you? Why you always tease him so ruthlessly?" She quickly grabbed a glass of cold water, pressing it into Jungkook's hands. "Here, drink this, dear boy! Stop eating that!"
Jungkook’s face was turning red, sweat breaking out across his forehead as his eyes watered. He didn't touch the water. He pushed the glass away, abruptly stood up and run toward his room.
Jungkook was pacing the room like a trapped animal, his throat was burning, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, he looked incredibly uncomfortable, You didn't care about his anger right now. You stepped into the room, holding a small bowl filled with a sweet paste, a spoon resting inside it.
"Get out," Jungkook choked, he didn't look at you. "I told you. Get the hell out of my room, y/n" You didn't listen. You took a step closer, scooping a small dollop of sweet onto the spoon. "Jungkook, stop being stubborn. Your mouth is burning. Just eat this."
"I said no!" Jungkook pushed your hand away. The spoon rattled against your fingers, but you didn't back down , you scooped again "Jungkook, please. Just take it." He pushed your hand away a second time, harder this time, "Don't touch me! Go back downstairs."
You ignored the sting of his words. For the third time, you stepped closer, pressing the spoon right against his tightly closed lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Eat it."
With a frustrated groan, Jungkook shoved your arm aside. You didn't let him breathe for the fourth time, you firmly pressed the sweet against his lips, refusing to back down. This time he gave up, hopened his mouth and let you feed him. His shoulders dropped. You quickly set the silver bowl away on a nearby.
Before he could say another word, You reached gently cupped his face your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones, forcing him to look at you. Jungkook’s breath hitched and then, you leaned in and kissed him. You loved your lips slowly gently like an unspoken apologies and terrifying love you had been burying inside your chest. Jungkook froze for a split second, his hands hovering in the air, before he completely surrendered. His arms wrapped fiercely around your waist, pulling you so tight against his chest , capturing your lips passionately.
When your lips finally parted, Jungkook didn't let you go. His grip on your waist tightened, He leaned down, his lips trailing a path from your mouth down to your jaw, pressing deep, breathless kisses against the sensitive skin there. A soft gasp escaped your throat as his mouth drifted lower, his lips finding the column of your neck, making your entire body shiver, you wrapped your arms fiercely around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder just to stay grounded.
Without breaking the rhythm of his kisses, Jungkook hooked his arms under your thighs and effortlessly lifted you off your feet. You clung to him as he carried you across the room gently lowering you onto the edge of the mattress as he leave over you. Jungkook captured your lips once more, his hand slid down from your waist.
His palm tracing your breast, his fingers pressing firmly against your nipples, squeezing gently through the silk of your dress as his mouth completely dominated yours.
With a breathless, trembling effort you placed your hands against his shoulder and firmly pushed him back, breaking the kiss. "Everyone is waiting, Jungkook," you whispered looking at him with wide, pleading eyes, your hand gently resting against his cheek. "Let's go. Please... it's just not the time." Jungkook closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours for a long, heavy moment as he forced his breathing to slow down.
The next morning in the kitchen you stood by the counter, quietly helping your mother chop vegetables. Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose were busy near the pots. Aunt Rose stirred the tea as she glanced over at you. She let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "My own daughters are getting older by the day, you know. Y/N is the eldest in this entire house. If she doesn’t get married soon, how the time ever going to come for my girls?"
You slammed your knife onto the board, your patience snapping. You turned around, crossing your arms tightly. "Don't worry about my marriage," you said "When the right time comes, and when I find someone I actually love.....I will get married."
The entire kitchen went dead silent. Your mother's jaw dropped in absolute horror. "Y/N!" your mother thundered with embarrassment. She stepped forward, grabbing your arm tightly. "How dare you speak back to your aunt like that? Where is your discipline? Say sorry to Rose right this instant!"
You stared at your mother "I won't," you whispered defiively before your mother could even react, you ripped your arm from her grip, and rushed straight out of the kitchen. Your mother closed her eyes, letting out a deeply humiliated sigh as she turned back to Rose.
"I am so incredibly sorry on her behalf, Rose," your mother murmured softly, "Please don't take her words to heart. Ji-hoon and I are already seeing a guy for her, the Kim family's son, Seokjin. If things get finalized, I will get her married off as soon as possible." A faint smirk spread on Rose lips.
You rush toward terrace to Jungkook , he was sitting showing your younger brothers his bicep. The second Jungkook lifted his head and saw you , his entire posture changed. He turned to your brothers "Right, boys. That's enough for today, yeah? Go down." The boys looked between the two of you, and quickly scrambled down the stairs, leaving the terrace completely silent.
You rushed forward, throwing your arms around Jungkook burying your face into his shoulder. You sobbed openly, your entire body trembling "Princess, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, love," Jungkook whispered, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist to hold you steady.
"Do something, Jungkook!" you cried out, "Do something, or you are just going to stand right here and watch someone else take me away from you!" Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, he gently rubbed your back. "Whoa, hold on. Who’s going to take you? Unless they’ve got a literal army, I think I can handle a few local lads, princess."
The teasing response hit your raw nerves like fire. The fear of your mother's words in the kitchen flashed in your mind. You violently shoved his chest, you glared at him through your tears. "I am serious, Jeon Jungkook! Stop treating everything like a bloody joke! Everyone downstairs is talking about my marriage right now! My mother is already looking at a guy! What am I supposed to do?"
Jungkook's eyes darken instantly. Before you could even take another breath, his hand shot out, locking around your wrist. With a sudden jerk, he pulled you forward, pinning your back on the railing. "No one," Jungkook hissed, he leaned down until his lips almost brushed yours. "No one can even think about touching you while I am standing here. Do you understand me? Look at me. Do you trust me?" Staring up into the fierce devotion in his eyes, your chest slowly melted away. You swallowed hard, and gave him a desperate nod. "Yes. I trust you." He didn't waste another second. He leaned in and captured your lips.
Your parents sat in the back of the car, your father's face was completely unreadable, your mother sat beside, her heart fluttering with the excitement of settling her only daughter into the most prestigious family in the city. The car pulled up to the grand, elegant gates of the Kim residence.
Jin's home was a masterpiece of modern sophistication and quiet luxury. The heavy front doors opened, and your parents were warmly welcomed inside by Jin's parents and his younger sister, Alice. "Ji-hoon, my friend!" Jin's father beamed, stepping forward to give your father a warm, respectful hug. "We have been waiting for your visit. Please, sit."
After the initial formal greetings, your mother and Jin's mother exchanged knowing, hopeful glances."We came here today to speak about something very close to our hearts," your father began, he looked straight at Jin's father. "We want to officially propose a union between our families. My daughter, and your eldest son, Seokjin."
Jin's mother’s face instantly lit up with pure joy. "There is nothing in this world that would make us more happier! Y/N is an absolute angel. Her voice, her manners...she is exactly the kind of daughter in law we have been praying for."
Right at that moment, Seokjin stepped into the living room, looking impeccably handsome.
"Ah, Seokjin, come here!" his father called out proudly, gesturing to the empty space beside him. "Your uncle Ji-hoon has just brought us the most wonderful news." Jin walked over bowing his head deeply to show his utmost respect to your parents. "Welcome to our home."
Your father looked up at Jin, examining his calm, mature demeanor, his steady eyes, and the quiet strength he carried. A rare, satisfied smile touched your father's lips. "Seokjin," your father said gently but firmly. "We have officially decided to give our daughter hand to you. The marriage is confirmed." Hearing the words out loud, Jin’s heart did a violent, soaring flip against his ribs. He looked down at his hands, trying to suppress the overjoyed smile spreading across his face. He remembered your tragic, beautiful eyes from the night you sang.
He was ready to spend the rest of his life making you happy."Thank you, Uncle," Jin whispered, his voice thick with absolute sincerity and respect. "I promise you...I will hold her happiness above my own, always." The elders instantly clapped, laughing and exchanging boxes of gifts. Alice giggled loudly, nudging her blushing brother's shoulder in celebration.
At night you were in your room when the door clicked shut without a single sound as a tall silhouette stepped inside. It was Jungkook , he walked toward the mattress where you sat. Your heart hammered as he sat right beside you, "Are you awake, love," he whispered, Before you could even answer, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his chest.
He leaned down, his warm lips capturing yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the damp strands of his dark hair as he pulled you down further onto the mattress. Jungkook pulled back his fingers drifted down to the top button of your top.
"Princess," he murmured. "Can I...can I take this off?" You stared up, and gave a slow nod. With that silent permission, his fingers pulling the silk fabric away from you. He moved to unhook your bra, letting the clothing slip down to the floor. Jungkook completely froze, staying raised above you on his elbows as your skin caught the cool night air. "Blimey," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with genuine wonder.
"You're absolutely stunning, love. I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my entire life." He leaned down, his lips moving with a slow, worshiping your breast , His hands traced your sides gently, his warm mouth giving all of his intense attention to your nipples.
You pulled his face closer against you, your voice trembling. "I love you," you gasped out. "Jungkook, I love you so much." He froze against your skin for a split second. He didn't speak a single word, but the deep, consuming way he captured your lips in a passionate kiss was all the answer you needed. He push his tongue inside your mouth consuming the warm saliva. As his hand keep squeezing your boobs , as if he could do it all day without rest , he pull back a lil , pulling his tee over his head throwing it on a random corner of your room .
And lean down kissing the sensitive skin of your neck while your hand trace his abs and chest backand forth.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, against his bulging length you could feel pulsing against you. "Fuck yeah.." You cursed low, head falling back on the pillows and Jungkook looked up, his own cock twitching at the sight of you.
"This here needs some attention too, hmm?" He rasped, hands slipping down from the curve of your waist, pulling your pants down your hips. Wasting no time in finding the wet mess you made of your panties. "Look at this." He grunted, hand cupping your clothed mound. "So wet." You exhaled and a whimper followed right after when he disposed you of them, exposing your deprived cunt to the cold air that had you clenching around nothing.
"And so fucking responsive." He breathed against your bare sex after moving his head down. The way his hands gripped your thighs, his fingers dug into your skin. Your legs draped over his shoulders, trembling."Jungkook—oh God!" You gasped and he groaned.
Burying his face in your wanting pussy. His mouth wrapped around your clit, tounge swiping and licking "Oh- mhm. Feels so good!" You moan out.A shaky exhale brushing against your folds.
"Ah fuck—Oh lord!" You fingers tear in his scalp and hips bucked against his face, eyes rolling back, toes curling . "Oh shit, princess" He whimpers against your cunt.
He swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to your clit before leaning back, your hands loosening their grip in his hair, half lidded eyes meeting his own before they trail down. "Y-You.." You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t have spoken even if you tried. "I'm a starved man, baby" he said leaning upward kissing you softly , just pressing his lips onto yours to keep you in senses.
"Hi." He breathed against you. You felt a shy smile twitch on your lips. "Hi." You reply just as breathlessly. He presses another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose. " Let me put it inside you, yeah?"
"Mhm." You mewl, hands softly going through the beautiful mess that you made of his hair. "What, use your words pretty lady?" He demanded, lips on your cheek. "Please fuck me." You whine and he bumped his nose against your face.
You can't help but grind against him, coaxing his cock back into hardness with your bare cunt against him. His hand trembling when they reached down to pull his pants out, pushing the fabric down his hips to reveal his boxers that were bounding his hard, leaking cock. He took himself in his fist, groaning when he pumped himself in one slow stroke. Eyes never leaving your wide ones like you weren’t sure if you should be impressed, intimidated, or both.
"You're too big."
"And you're gonna take every inch." He said it like a statement, finally leaning above you, the tip of his veiny cock to your slick folds. "Dear lord—" You gasp out loud, your heat stretching around. "Fucking hell." The sensation was overwhelming , you feel that your pussy going to split apart any moment now that's stopping him from moving.
"You're so tight , princess." He hisses out and squeezes your hips with great roughness. His jaw clenched, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he started to move his hips against yours, slow. Your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
“That’s right, I love you so much” he muttered, his face was buried in the crook of your shoulder. “You’re,fuck, you’re perfect m'love.”
"F-Faster! Please go faster!" His pace was unhurried but devastating, every pull and thrust deliberate. You couldn’t take that anymore and Jungkook couldn’t take keeping you unsatisfied.
His lips found the corner of your mouth, brushing a kiss before moving lower, his teeth grazing your jaw. His hands moved to your thighs, “taking me so well, was made for this cock.” your own body moved with his, meeting him with the same intensity, the same desperate need. "Yeah." He grunted, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your boobs.
The next day the atmosphere inside the drawing room was suffocatingly tense, Aunt Rose sat rigidly, her fingers tightly laced together as she looked across the room, "You talk as though the sun rises and sets purely for your own household," Aunt Rose taunted, "Do you honestly believe your daughter is the only pristine child in this family?" Yourmother slammed her palm flat against the table, "Keep my daughter’s name out of your mouth, Rose! There's a lot of things about your daughter i don't want to say , atleast my child is not like them. Mind your own daughter’s desperate behavior before you dare point fingers at mine!"
Aunt Rose gasped sharply, "Oh, really? You think she is so bloody innocent?"Uncle Jack grabbed Rose’s sleeve, his face pale as he tried to pull her back down to avoid a public scandal. "Rose, drop it right now. Don’t go causing a scene over absolutely nothing—"
"No, Jack, let her hear the truth!" Aunt Rose hissed, violently shaking off his hand. She raised her arm, pointing a finger directly toward the ceiling. "Oh, go see for yourself what your precious, perfect daughter is doing with that foreign music student up on the terrace right now! Go upstairs and look at your family 'honour' rotting away in the dark!"
A dead, terrifying silence instantly fell over the room. Your father, who had been sitting quietly by the fireplace, froze completely. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheek twitched, and his expression hardened into pure stone. Without uttering a single word, he stood up, as he began a menacing march toward the grand stairwell. Panicking, your mother hurried right behind him, her heart hammering against her ribs as she prayed Aunt Rose was lying to ruin their family name.
Up on the rooftop terrace, Jungkook had pulled you back against his chest, his large, warm hands splaying flat against your stomach, anchoring you to him. He was softly humming a your favorite song against the shell of your ear.
A breathless laugh escaped your lips as his lips brushed your jawline while he whispered "I could stay like this until the world ends,princess" He turned you around slowly within the tight circle of his arms until you were facing him. He cupped your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones with a tenderness that made your knees weak. "Just you and me. Tell me we don't need anything else."
You smiled up at him, your hands sliding up his chest, pulling yourself closer until there was no space left between you. "Jungkook, be serious," you breathed, your heart beat fast ,as your eyes dropped to his lips. "If my father catches us out here, he will absolutely ruin us."
Instead of stepping back, Jungkook’s grip tightened, pulling your hips flush against his. He let out a low, defiant chuckle, his gaze dropping to your mouth before rising back to your eyes. "Let him try," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were a mere breath away from yours. "I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care about their rules or what your family demands. I want you to promise me something right now."
He pressed his forehead gently against yours, "Promise me that no matter what lies they tell you, and no matter how hard they try to tear us apart, you won't let them change your mind about me. Promise me you'll belong only to me."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes , you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting your head up to close the agonizing gap between you. "I promise you, Jungkook," you swore softly, your lips brushing his as you spoke. "I am yours completely. It has only ever been you, and no one else will ever touch my heart. I will wait for you forever if I have to."
A soft groan escaped the back of Jungkook's throat at your words. He closed the distance entirely, his lips molding over yours in a deep, kiss that tasted of sweet desperation and unspoken vows. His hands slid up your spine, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel the frantic.
"I love you princess"
"I love you koo"
The heavy iron door of the terrace flew open, slamming violently against the wall and shattering the fragile paradise you had built in Jungkook's arms. You snapped apart instantly, gasping, your heart dropped straight into your stomach. Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim glow, was your entire family. Your father’s chest heaved, while Aunt Rose peeked over his shoulder with a smug, venomous grin.
Before you or Jungkook could even utter a word of defense, your mother lunged forward. Before you could even blink, her hand flew through the air, landing across your cheek with a sharp slap that echoed off the stone walls. Your head snapped back, the skin of your face instantly burning as tears erupted from your eyes.
"You shameless girl!" your mother hissed, her voice shaking with disgust as she grabbed your wrist, violently yanking you away from Jungkook.
"Y/N!" Jungkook roared, his eyes widening in pure horror. He instantly moved to step between you and your mother, his hands reaching out to protect you, but your father lunged forward, grabbing Jungkook by the collar and shoving him backward against the terrace railing, cutting off his path to you."Don't you dare lay a hand on my daughter!"
"Mumma, please! Stop! Let me go!" you begged frantically, "Jungkook! Father, please don't hurt him! It was my fault, please!" Your mother didn't listen to a single word. Devoid of any mercy, she dug her nails into your wrist, dragging you down the stairwell like a prisoner. You stumbled blindly down the steps, your tears blurring the sight of the plush velvet carpets and the pristine family portraits lining the walls.
You screamed and pleaded, but your mother remained entirely deaf to your cries, her only focus being to hide you away from the world.
She threw open the heavy door of your bedroom, violently shoving you inside so hard that you collapsed onto the floor, before slamming the door shut and turning the brass key with a sharp, final click.
Up on the terrace, Jungkook and your father standing, Your father stepped closer, his voice dropped "Remember that day in my study, Jungkook? You ask me about the fees for your classes?"Jungkook swallowed hard, he slowly nodded his head, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I remember, sir. You said you didn't want my money."
"Exactly," your father hissed, "I told you that, but I also told you that if the day ever came where I asked you for something in return, you would have to give it to me. Do you remember your promise, boy?"
"I do, but sir, please, anything else—"
"I am asking for that payment today," your father cut him off, he raised a finger, pointing it directly at Jungkook's chest. "Leave my daughter. Pack your things, leave this country, and never look back. I want you gone from her life. That is the price of my teaching. Now pay your debt and get out."
Jungkook felt the words strike him like a physical blow, he realized his beautiful dream was completely shattered Jungkook’s knees buckled under the crushing weight of those words, and for the first time, his fierce, protective stance completely crumbled. Tears broke free, spilling rapidly down his pale, bruised cheeks as he fell to his knees right there on the cold stone of the terrace, completely broken. He reached out with trembling hands, practically grovelling at your father’s leather brogues, entirely stripping away his pride.
"Sir, please... I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, his voice cracking into a raw, desperate shriek that pierced the silent night. "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving, heartless mask of aristocratic steel, entirely unmoved by the young man's agonizing despair. He coldly pulled his foot back from Jungkook’s grasp, looking down at him with nothing but disgust and unyielding authority.
He slowly pulled a silver pocket watch from his coat vest, clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it.
"You have exactly ten minutes," your father stated, his voice flat, hollow, and utterly devoid of mercy. "Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your wretched bags, and clear out of my estate. If I see your face inside my gates when the hand moves, I will have the authorities drag you away in chains. Pay your debt and leave."
Jungkook’s knees buckled under the weight of those words, his tears broke freely, as he fell to his knees right there "Sir, please...I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving. He slowly pulled a pocket watch clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it."You have exactly ten minutes, Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your bags, and clear out of my estate."
Jungkook looked up, searching the older man's eyes for a single shred of humanity, but he found absolutely nothing. Jungkook slowly forced himself to stand up on his trembling legs. He wiped his tears before turning around to pack his things and face the long, agonizing journey back to London.
Inside the suffocating darkness of your bedroom, Your frantic sobs echoed off the walls as you choked on your own tears. Suddenly, the door swung open, Daisy standing there, her eyes wide with sorrow and her face pale."Y/N," Daisy whispered, her voice trembling "He's going. Your father said, he said you can watch him one last time before he leaves."
The words hit you like an electric shock. Without a single second of hesitation, you pushed past her. You rushed downstairs "Jungkook!" you shrieked, But by the time your feet hit the bottom steps of the grand stairs, you froze, your breath completely catching in your throat. There he was, standing right at the main door of the estate. He was holding his suitcase, his shoulders slumped and shaking with silent, heavy sobs.
He didn't turn back, knowing that looking into your eyes would break whatever little strength he had left to fulfill his promise to your father. Without a single word, Jungkook stepped across the threshold, and the heavy front door began to swing shut, severing your world in two. You broke down completely sobbing so hard , it echoed in the whole estate, your mother started crying too , your sister rush toward you.
"Call my friend Mr. Kim , ask him to come with his family" your father said to his manager.
Summary: They say your first love is unforgettable. For you, Jungkook was a beautiful dream that was brutally ripped away by family obligations. Enter Kim Seokjin. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a man you barely know. But how can you give your heart to your husband when it’s still bleeding for someone else?
When the ghosts of you past resurface, Jin does the unthinkable: he offers to let you go. Now, you must choose between the passionate boy who owns you memories, and the selfless man who holds your present.
Genre:- Romance, Drama, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Angst, Family Drama, Emotional Romance
Pairing: You × Jungkook , You × Seokjin
Warning: Pressure, Scheme, Shock, Humiliation, Flirt, Teasing, Pinning in wall, Tension, Slow Burn, secret love , Apologies, Kisses , Intimacy, Nudity, Arguments, Fighting, Pampering, Use of Nick names, Smut , Sensual sex, Missionary, Slap , Crying, Heartbreak, Devise, NHE
Masterlist
1: The Fire we Ignited
In your family, melody wasn't just an art form,it was a law. Your father was a legendary classical music maestro, respected across the country. Growing up as the only daughter of your parents, you were expected to be his ultimate legacy. He spent years passing down every intricate note, every complex vocal scale, and every bit of strict discipline to you. But being the eldest among a chaotic army of cousins, younger brothers, and sisters meant you also carried the weight of setting a perfect example. In a household where forty people lived under one roof, your family's musical reputation was everything. But right now, you didn't care about setting an example. You wanted to burn the house down.
"I am not giving him my room!" Your shouted as you glared at the two girls standing in front of you. Lily and Daisy, your family's house maids, jumped back in terror.
"Y/n, please, lower your voice," Lily whispered looking over her shoulder toward your father's private study. "Your dad is already furious. The landline hasn't stopped ringing all morning. The boy from London, his flight just landed."
"I don't care if his plane crashes," you snapped, "There are twelve empty guest rooms. Why am I being evicted from my own room?"
"Because he isn't just a guest," Daisy murmured softly, "He’s coming here to learn. Your father said he demands the absolute best, and everyone knows your room is the grandest, most beautiful in the entire mansion." Your father ruled this family estate like a 19th-century dictator. In his world, your obedience was a currency, and your personal freedom didn't exist. "He wants my room?" you whispered, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across your lips "Fine. Let him have it."
Lily and Daisy exchanged a terrified look. They knew that look on your face. It meant ruin."what are you going to do?" Lily asked, her voice trembling
The next morning, Your whole family standing at inner courtyard. You stood hidden on the second floor balcony, looking down. Then, the heavy iron gates swung open , out of a taxi stepped Jeon Jungkook. He was a complete cultural shock by the traditional estate. He wore an oversized black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt, loose fitting blue jeans, and thick soled boots. A heavy black guitar case was slung over his back, and a pair of dark two sitcase in hand, sunglasses hid his eyes. Jungkook took off his sunglasses, his jaw dropping as he looked around the mansion.
"Blimey," he muttered under his breath, "This place is massive." As he took a step forward, a loud, deep bleat echoed through the courtyard. Jungkook spun around, his eyes widening in absolute shock as he came face to face with a massive cow and a couple of goats tied near the stables. He stumbled back, completely caught off guard .
"Whoa! Hold on a minute!" Jungkook gasped, taking another blind step backward to avoid the cow. Splash! A massive wave of water erupted into the air. Jungkook had stepped straight over the central courtyard fountain. He went under for a split second before popping back up, completely drenched.
The courtyard instantly exploded into a roar of uncontrollable laughter. Your younger brothers and cousins pointed and giggle. Upstairs smirk spread across your face. He hadn't even reached your bedroom yet, and he was already a walking disaster.
"Oh, dear boy! Are you alright?" Your favorite uncle, Uncle Jack, rushed forward, chuckling as he extended a hand to pull a dripping, sputtering Jungkook out of the fountain pool. "I'm fine, completely fine, cheers uncle," Jungkook laughed, entirely unbothered by the embarrassment.
Your father and mother stepped forward to officially welcome him. While your father looked him in a disbelief, Before your father could speak, your two loudest aunts Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose pushed past the elders and reach him.
"Oh my, look at him! A bit wet, but he looks like a literal prince from a magazine!" Aunt Mary gushed, boldly reaching out to pinch his damp cheek. "Do all the boys in London look this handsome, or are we just lucky?"
Jungkook let out a laugh "Ah, Aunt, I think I'm the lucky one. If I knew the women in this house were this beautiful, I would have jumped into the fountain sooner just to get your attention."
Aunt Rose gasped, slapping his wet shoulder playfully while giggling like a schoolgirl. "Oh, stop it! He has a silver tongue! Come, we must get you some warm tea before you catch a cold."
"That's enough gossip for the morning," your mother interrupted gently, offering a polite smile to the guest before turning to the staff corridor. "Harry! Come here. Take Mr. Jeon's show him up to his room immediately so he can change."
The door of your room open, you didn't look up. You stood by the grand iron stand at the center of the room, calmly striking a match to light a fresh candle. Your two younger sisters, Mia and Chloe, were standing right beside you. The second they saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, their jaws dropped. They giggled behind their hands, shoved the holders into your arms, and rushed out of the room before you could even glare at them.
Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the doorframe as he looked around. "Wow, What a grand room," he said, he stepped inside, dragging his wet boots across the floor. "Hey, hi. Myself Jungkook. You can call me Koo. Your good name?"
"Y/n," you replied coldly. "Beautiful," he smirked, stepping closer. "Can I call you princess?"
"No. Only y/n." You struck another match. This time, as you brought the flame down , you lifted your head. Your eyes locked directly onto his. You kept lighting the candles, one by one, moving the flame blindly from holder to holder, completely refusing to break eye contact. It was a silent challenge a war. Jungkook smiled at your stubbornness. "What's the meaning of your name?"
"It's not necessary for everything to have a meaning," you said, Jungkook tilted his head, his smirk widening as he took another slow step forward. "And it's not necessary to lit each candle looking into my eyes."
"You look away first," you dared him. "No chance," he whispered. "How can I look away when your eyes are holding mine?" Suddenly, he was standing too close. You could see the water droplets still clinging to his eyelashes.
"Your eyes are weird," you murmured, refusing to back down even though your heart was starting to hammer against your ribs.
"How?" he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back up. "It's like a sour lemon," you snapped, Jungkook let out a soft laugh, his chest almost brushing yours. "Wow. So sweet." He glanced down at the burning candle in your steady hand.
"Blink away, y/n. Or the melting wax will burn your skin."
"Let's see who looks away first," you challenged. Jungkook’s eyes darkened with an intense playful gravity. He leaned in just an inch closer, his breath fanning across your cheek. "If you won't look away...you will fall in love with me." The words hit you like a sudden physical shock. Your eyes widened, your eyelids flinching as you automatically blinked realizing how dangerously close you were to him. Without saying a single word, you blew out the match, spun on your heel, and practically sprinted out of the room, leaving Jungkook standing alone.
The next morning, as you walked toward your new room, you spotted a group of your cousin sisters gathered by the balcony railing, whispering and giggling. You walked over and looked down into the courtyard. Your jaw dropped, down below, completely ignoring the weather there was Jungkook . He had clearly just taken a shower, he was wearing nothing but a large white towel wrapped securely around his waist. He had headphone he was completely lost in the music, doing a chaotic, high energy dance right in front of the cows.
You felt a rush of heat fly to your cheeks. "Girls! Bad manners!" you snapped, clapping your hands to break your cousins'. "Go back to your rooms, now!" The girls giggled loudly, teasing you with their eyes, before scrambling down the hall. You followed them as they piled straight into Grandma’s room.
Five of your cousin sisters, you, and Grandma all sat together Grandma, whose eyes had grown completely blind with age, smiled warmly "What is all this whispering about?" Grandma asked.
"Grandma, it's the new guest from London!" one of your cousins chimed in excitedly. "He’s down there dancing in a towel!" Grandma chuckled. "Oh? And how does this foreign boy look?"
"Sharp jaw , muscular body with boba eyes and bunny teeth!" your cousin giggled.
"No," you interjected sharply, crossing your arms with a huff. "He’s a maniac. A complete lunatic." The room erupted into a roar of laughter. But before the laughter could even die down, a smooth, deep voice cut through the air from the doorway.
"Oi, why is everyone laughing? Tell me the joke, I'll also laugh!" Everyone froze. You spun around, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Jungkook was standing right in the doorway of Grandma's room still in nothing but his waist towel, his shoulders shivering slightly from the cold. "Why are you here like this?!" you shouted, instantly standing up to shield your younger cousins' eyes. "Have you no shame? Go back to your room!"
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, giving a helpless, boyish grin. "I would, but I lost my way, haven't I? This house is a proper maze. I can't find my room."
You let out a frustrated groan, marching past him into the corridor. "Come. Follow me." Jungkook walked quickly behind you as you led him down the hallway. You didn't look back once, keeping your pace fast as you scolded him over your shoulder. "This is a respectable house, Jungkook. We have elders, we have rules. You can't just walk around half naked dancing with farm animals! It's freezing outside, and you are acting like a"
In a split second, a firm hand gripped your wrist, pulling you backward. Before you could even gasp, your back hit the cold stone wall with a dull thud. Jungkook stepped closser, his chest almost brushing yours. He planted one hand firmly on the wall right beside your head, effectively pinning you between his arm and his body. He was standing too close. He leaned down slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, completely trapping your gaze just like before.
"Why are you always so angry with me, y/n?" he whispered sending a sudden shiver straight down your spine. Suddenly, his ears twitched sound of heavy shoes clicked against the marble steps. "Someone is coming," Jungkook whispered, he dropped his hand from the wall and stepped back.
Your trembling knees barely held you up, but you forced yourself to move without looking back, you turned and walked quickly toward his room. You stopped right outside the heavy door of his bedroom ,your old bedroom , pointed at it sharply, refusing to look him in the eye. "Get in and change." Jungkook stepped inside, he paused. He turned his head back toward you.
"Thanks, by the way," he murmured softly, he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on your face for a fraction of a second. "And for the record, your eyes are beautiful. Not like mine."
Before you could even process the words, Jungkook slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. You stood frozen.
The mansion was completely dark by midnight, as you walked past the upper balcony, you spotted a familiar silhouette lurking , It was Jungkook. He was peeking anxiously through the cracked door of your father’s private study room, his shoulders tense. You quietly walked toward crossing your arms as you stopped right behind him. "What’s wrong, mister?" you whispered sharply.
Jungkook jumped slightly, spinning around with wide eyes. He let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Blimey, princess, you scared me," he whispered back, he pointed a finger toward the study door. "Your father....he looks terrifying, doesn't he? How am I supposed to go in there and talk to him?"
A mischievous idea instantly sparked in your mind. This was the perfect chance to embarrass him. You put on a perfectly serious, innocent face and leaned closer. "Well, if you want him to like you, you have to follow our traditions. In our culture, when a student meets a legendary master, they must lie down fully on the elder's legs to seek blessings. Go on, do that. He will love it."
Jungkook blinked, looking incredibly confused. "Really? Lie down on his legs? Alright, if you say so..." Trusting your words completely, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked straight into the study. Your father was reading a book. Before your father could even react, Jungkook knelt down and fully laid across your father's legs, gripping his ankles tightly. Your father froze in absolute shock. Within seconds, his face hardened into a scowl.
"What is this nonsense?!" your father thundered, pushing Jungkook back sharply. "What kind of behavior is this? Stand up!" Jungkook scrambled to his feet, his face completely falling in hurt, deeply embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered, looking down at his feet. "I thought it was a tradition."
Watching from the door, the smile died on your lips seeing his face look so completely crushed and humiliated made a strange, sudden ache hit your chest. You felt horribly bad for what you did, though you couldn't understand why his sadness mattered to you so much. Your father let out a heavy sigh as he looked at Jungkook's genuinely apologetic face.
"Okay, forget that," your father said, his voice softening slightly. "Are you truly serious about learning our classical music?"Jungkook lifted his head, his dark eyes instantly shining with deep, unyielding passion. "Yes, sir. More than anything. I want to learn the true soul of your music." Your father stared at him for a long moment, testing his sincerity, before giving a firm nod. "Good. Then from tomorrow, your training begins strictly at sharp 6:00 AM. Do not be a single minute late."
Jungkook's eyes lit up with relief. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek leather wallet. "Thank you, sir. Um, can you show me how much I need to pay for the tuition? I can write a check or pay in cash right now." Your father’s expression instantly turned incredibly solemn, his eyes reflecting the deep pride of a true maestro. He fold his hands behind his back.
"My talent and my knowledge are not for sale, Jungkook," your father said, "I do not take money for my art. But... if required, I will ask you for something one day. Not money, but anything else I choose." Jungkook looked surprised, but he nodded respectfully, bowing his head.
"Whatever you ask, sir. It's a promise."
The next morning, the mansion was cold still dark, by 5:45 AM, your father was already perfectly dressed, sitting the harmonium sat before him. You sat a few feet away, as you prepared for your own morning scales. Your father glanced at the clock on the wall. The ticking sound was deafening."It is 5:55 AM," your father stated, "Go wake him up, Y/n. If he is not seated here by the strike of six, his training ends before it even begins."
You stood up quickly, your heart doing a strange flutter. You hurried up the staircase, your mind racing. You couldn't wait to see his face. You pushed his bedroom door open, ready to gloat. Instead, you froze your jaw dropping in absolute horror. The room condition was a complete disaster. It looked like a bomb had gone off. Jungkook’s leather jackets and shirts were thrown everywhere across the floor. The unspooled tape was tangled like a spiderweb around the desk legs and Jungkook? He was completely passed out, tangled in the heavy blankets on the floor.
"Jungkook! Wake up!" you panicked, rushing into the haze. If your father saw this chaos, you would be grounded for a month. You lunged forward, grabbing the edge of his blanket and pulling it hard. "Get up! It's already six!" You didn't realize that Jungkook’s foot was completely wrapped in the tangled as you pulled the blanket, your foot caught on the broken wooden frame of the collapsed bed.Your balance snapped as you fall above him.
Your hands planted firmly against a bare, muscular chest your face hovering mere inches from his. The sudden impact jarred Jungkook awake. His dark eyes flew open, blinking rapidly for a second, he looked completely disoriented. But as his vision cleared and he realized you were lying directly on top of him, a slow, lazy smirk began to cut through his face.
"Well, good morning to you too, princess. Is this another one of your traditional blessings?"
Four months flew beautifully, the girl who swore to make Jungkook’s life a living hell was completely gone. In her place was someone who counted the minutes until 6:00 AM. You and Jungkook had become practically inseparable. You learned music together under your father's strict gaze, your voices slowly learning to blend perfectly during the long morning scale practices. You ate lunch together in the chaotic, crowded dining hall, where Jungkook had expertly learned to navigate the spicy traditional food, making your aunts beam with pride. In the afternoons, when the heat was too intense, you, Jungkook, and your army of cousins would gather in the courtyard to play cards, laugh, and listen to his rock cassette tapes. He wasn't a stranger anymore, he was the very heartbeat of the house.
Today, a quiet, undeniable realization settled into the spaces between you. It happened during a late afternoon game of carrom in the veranda with Lily, Daisy, and your younger brothers. Jungkook sat down opposite you across the wooden board, the background noise completely faded. The gaze he gave you was heavy, soft, and filled with deep affection that made your lungs feel completely empty.
You couldn't deny it anymore, you liked him. You liked him so much it terrified you. Jungkook flicked the striker carelessly, completely missing the coin, his eyes never breaking away from your face. A small smile touched his lips, as if he could read your heart from across the board.
At night ypu were on your terrace , the stone floor was cool against your bare feet as you stood by the carved stone railing, staring up at the endless blanket of stars. Suddenly, a sudden warmth enveloped you. Two strong arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling your back against a solid chest.
"Ah!" You let out a sharp gasp, you swung your elbow back, hitting his arm hard. "Get off me!"
"Ow! princess, it’s just me!" Jungkook groaned, instantly pulling away and rubbing his forearm with a dramatic wince. "You’ve got a lethal elbow." You spun around, your chest heaving as you glared at him, though your heart was hammering for an entirely different reason now.
"Are you mad? Sneaking up on me like a thief! What if someone saw you?"
"Nobody saw me," Jungkook chuckled, stepping closer until he was leaning against the railing right next to you, "Everyone’s fast asleep. Couldn't sleep myself. Kept thinking about a certain sour lemon."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Jungkook tilted his head, his playful expression suddenly softening, he reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin.
"I love..." Jungkook murmured, his voice dropped. You froze, your eyes widening as you stared at him. The entire world seemed to stop spinning. Your heart stopped beating. Did he just say...?
"Say it," you whispered, your voice trembling as you searched his eyes, desperately needing to hear the rest. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "...your hair."
Your jaw dropped but you still put your hopes up. "And?"
"Your eyes," he teased, stepping an inch closer. "And?" you demanded, crossing your arms. "Your dressing style," he chuckled, his dimples popping out in full force.
"And?"
"Your dad, your mom, Aunt Mary, Aunt Rose..." Jungkook rattled off, grinning like a schoolboy as he counted them on his fingers.
"Ugh! You are insufferable!" you snapped, your romantic expectations completely shattered. You stepped forward and slapped his chest hard. "Stay here! I'm going back inside!" You spun on your heel to march toward the terrace doors, but you didn't even make it a foot away. Jungkook’s hand shot out, his fingers locking firmly around your wrist. With a sudden, effortless jerk, he pulled you backward, you tumbled straight back into his chest, his other arm instantly locking around your waist to trap you against him.
"Hold on," he whispered, "I wasn't finished, princess."
"I love you, Y/N. The whole bloody lot of you." Before your brain could even process the words, Jungkook leaned down and then, his lips met yours. The kiss was everything you hadn't realized you were waiting for , soft at first, a gentle, hesitant question, before deepening into something fierce, passionate, and consuming. Your hands automatically found their way to his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as you melted into his warmth, your heart exploding into a wild, frantic rhythm.
Out of no were the sudden realization flooded your mind like ice water , you were on the roof, in the middle of the night, kissing your father’s student. You abruptly pulled away from him, your breathing ragged, your lips tingling as you stared at Jungkook with wide, terrified eyes.
"Y/n, wait—" Jungkook reached out, his hand cutting through the air to catch you. But you were already moving. Without looking back at him once, You flew down the stairs, your heart hammering against your ribs, leaving Jungkook standing entirely alone.
The next morning, the heavy cloud of last night’s storm still hung over the estate. But the mansion was loud as Your father’s oldest and wealthiest friend was arriving with his family from the city. Your heart was in your throat as you walked quickly down the quiet corridor, trying to reach your room to change your clothes.
Suddenly, the same pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling you "Why did you run away last night, princess?" Jungkook’s voice was a soft, breathless whisper against your ear.
"Jungkook, let go!" you panicked, "Leave me! Someone will come down this hallway at any second!"
"Let them," he murmured stubbornly, tightening his grip, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I don't care anymore. I love you, baby look at me."
"Jungkook, I said stop!" You tried to twist out of his arms, but his embrace was a solid wall. The panic of your father walking in, combined with the pressure of the guests arriving downstairs, completely overwhelmed your brain.
In a flash of second you violently spun around in his arms and slap him , the sharp, stinging sound echoed. Your hand remained frozen in the air, your palm burning. Jungkook’s head was turned to the side from the force of the blow. He didn't say a single word. He slowly dropped his hands to his sides, took a step back, and looked at you as if you were a complete stranger. Before you could even open your mouth to apologize, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked straight into his bedroom, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. The sound of the lock sliding into place felt like a knife to your chest.
You threw yourself against the closed door, banging your fists against the dark wood. "Jungkook! Jungkook, please open the door! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just scared! Please!" Inside, you could hear the heavy sounds of him dragging his trunk across the floor, probably packing his bags , the fear of him leaving.
"Jungkook, stop it! Open the door!" you begged, tears finally spilling over your eyelashes. "You love me, right? If you love me, you have to open this door!" The packing sounds suddenly stopped. Jungkook finally spoke, his voice didn't sound like him anymore.
"I don't love you," his voice cut through the door, "I don't even like you. You don't deserve my love."
The words hit you like a physical blow . The guilt in your stomach instantly twistef , your tears dried up, replaced by a toxic, defensive anger. If he was going to push you away when you were begging, you weren't going to let him see you look weak. You stepped back from the door, wiping your cheeks aggressively, your voice hardening into a bitter shout.
"Fine! Then stay locked in there! Today, a lot of people are coming to this house. Someone out there will obviously like me! So stay right there and watch!" You spun on your heel and marched down the hallway, your heart was completely bleeding.
You getting ready still thinking about Jungkook , feeling guilty but angry too.
"Y/n come your father calling you guest came " Lily said peek inside your room . You just give her a faint nod.
When you descended the stairs, you saw the grand hall completely packed. Your father's oldest friends and their extended families had taken over the low seating arrangements. But at the center of the room sat the most prominent guests of the evening.
The Kim family, there was the father, a dignified businessman, the mother, a gentle woman and their youngest daughter, Alice, who was exactly your age, looking around the grand estate with bright, curious eyes you saw him, there was the eldest son Kim Seokjin. Jin sat perfectly straight, dressed like royalty.
Unlike Jungkook's wild, windswept energy, Jin exuded absolute stillness. He was talking softly to an elder, bowing his head respectfully with a gentle smile that immediately calmed the chaotic room. "Ah, here she is!" your father announced proudly as you stepped onto the main floor.
"Come sit, y/n," your mother smiled, gesturing to the cushion "Everyone has traveled so far. After all, everyone know how good you are at singing , It is only fair that you grace us with a song."
You felt a heavy lump form in your throat. You didn't want to sing. Your heart was bleeding, fractured by the fight with Jungkook just an hour ago. But looking at your father’s unyielding eyes, you knew you couldn't refuse. You sat down, you closed your eyes, and as you drew in air. When you opened your mouth, the melody that poured out wasn't just a song , it was raw, devastating emotion.
Across the hall, Jin completely froze. The polite smile vanished from his face. His dark, deep eyes locked onto your face. As your voice hit the high, melancholic notes, Jin lost himself looking at you. He didn't blink. He didn't hear the chatter around him anymore. To Jin, the entire crowded room had completely vanished, leaving only you, your tragic eyes, and the beautiful, heartbreaking melody pouring from your soul.
After the gathering, the guests dispersed into the gardens for dinner. Jin, overwhelmed by the evening, had walked away from the crowd, sitting completely alone staring blankly at the ground.
"So, this is where you're hiding!" A cheerful voice broke his thoughts. Alice walked over, as she sat down right next to her brother, a knowing, mischievous smirk on her face. "Alice," Jin murmured, shifting slightly, "Shouldn't you be with the other girls?"
"I came here to find you, oppa," Alice teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I practically dragged Mom and Dad to this estate today just so you and y/n could meet. C'mon, she’s right there. Go talk to her!" Jin immediately hesitated, looking down at his hand.
"I can't, Alice. I shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Look at her," Jin whispered softly, looking across the lawn to where you stood. "She’s too good. Too beautiful. And her talent, her voice belongs to the heavens. Why would a girl like her ever want to talk to someone as ordinary as me?"
Alice’s face softened, and she fiercely grabbed her brother’s arm. "Don't say that! My brother isn't less than anyone in this world. You are kind, intelligent, and you are way better than her! Stop doubting yourself. Come on." She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Just tell me one thing... do you like her?"
The question caught Jin completely off guard. A deep blush instantly rushed up his neck, coloring his cheeks as a shy, breathless smile touched his lips. He looked over at you one more time.
"Yes," Jin whispered softly, his voice full of absolute sincerity. "I do. I really do."
The midnight had settled into a quiet, but inside the private chambers of your parents, a major turning point was taking place. Your father stood by the wide balcony window, looking out. He was lost in deep thought. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped gently around his neck from behind. Your mother smiled softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked out at the stars with him.
"Ji-hoon," she murmured, "I’ve been thinking about something for y/n all evening. I think Jin, your friend's son, is the absolute best match for her." Your father didn't move, but a slight frown touched his forehead. "Marriage?" he questioned, his voice low and serious. "She is still so young. There is no need to rush her into a commitment."
Your mother pulled away with a gentle laugh, walking over to the large traditional bed. She sat down smoothly on the mattress. "She will always be a child for us, Ji-hoon. But look at the Kim family. They are respectable, cultured, and Jin... Jin is a gem of a man. Did you see the way he looked at her when she sang? He would keep our daughter like a queen."
Your father stood silent for a long moment. He respected his friend, and he knew Jin’s reputation as a man. Finally, a faint nod broke his strict posture. "Okay then," your father said, "If you think it is right, I will talk to my friend about it tomorrow." Your mother couldn't help but let out a joyful, victorious giggle, her heart swelling with the excitement of planning her only daughter’s grand future.
The next evening, the grand dining hall was packed with the entire extended family sat together for dinner. Jungkook sat right in the middle, but his usual bright energy was completely gone. He looked staring straight at his plate, completely ignoring your presence. You sat right beside him. Lily and Daisy moved quickly around the circle, serving food. Your cousin sisters, entirely oblivious to the tension, immediately began bombarding Jungkook with questions. "Jungkook, do you have big concerts? Do girls like your music?"
Jungkook forced a polite smile "Yeah, occasionally. It's quite different over there, you see." Desperate to break his cold exterior, you quietly slipped your hand under the heavy wooden table. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you tried to hold his hand, silently begging for forgiveness through your touch.The moment your skin brushed his, Jungkook flinched. Without a single glance at you, he sharply pulled his hand away, tucking it firmly into his lap.
Jungkook picked up his spoon, taking a large bite to distract himself. "Wow. This is tasty," he said aloud to your mother. Your mother beamed with prid "Oh, I am so glad you like it, Jungkook! Today, y/n made the entire dinner herself."
Jungkook froze. His hand stopped mid air, you let out a nervous chuckle and let out a teasing comment before your brain could stop you. "Well, he can't digest good things , right Koo?."
Jungkook didn't say a word. Instead, he reached straight for the bowl full of green chillies. Before anyone could stop him, Jungkook picked up a raw chilli and bit right into it. Then another and another. "Jungkook! Stop!" Your mother cried out, jumping up from her seat in absolute horror. The cousins gasped.
Your mother rushed over, swatting your arm angrily. "Y/N! What is wrong with you? Why you always tease him so ruthlessly?" She quickly grabbed a glass of cold water, pressing it into Jungkook's hands. "Here, drink this, dear boy! Stop eating that!"
Jungkook’s face was turning red, sweat breaking out across his forehead as his eyes watered. He didn't touch the water. He pushed the glass away, abruptly stood up and run toward his room.
Jungkook was pacing the room like a trapped animal, his throat was burning, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, he looked incredibly uncomfortable, You didn't care about his anger right now. You stepped into the room, holding a small bowl filled with a sweet paste, a spoon resting inside it.
"Get out," Jungkook choked, he didn't look at you. "I told you. Get the hell out of my room, y/n" You didn't listen. You took a step closer, scooping a small dollop of sweet onto the spoon. "Jungkook, stop being stubborn. Your mouth is burning. Just eat this."
"I said no!" Jungkook pushed your hand away. The spoon rattled against your fingers, but you didn't back down , you scooped again "Jungkook, please. Just take it." He pushed your hand away a second time, harder this time, "Don't touch me! Go back downstairs."
You ignored the sting of his words. For the third time, you stepped closer, pressing the spoon right against his tightly closed lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Eat it."
With a frustrated groan, Jungkook shoved your arm aside. You didn't let him breathe for the fourth time, you firmly pressed the sweet against his lips, refusing to back down. This time he gave up, hopened his mouth and let you feed him. His shoulders dropped. You quickly set the silver bowl away on a nearby.
Before he could say another word, You reached gently cupped his face your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones, forcing him to look at you. Jungkook’s breath hitched and then, you leaned in and kissed him. You loved your lips slowly gently like an unspoken apologies and terrifying love you had been burying inside your chest. Jungkook froze for a split second, his hands hovering in the air, before he completely surrendered. His arms wrapped fiercely around your waist, pulling you so tight against his chest , capturing your lips passionately.
When your lips finally parted, Jungkook didn't let you go. His grip on your waist tightened, He leaned down, his lips trailing a path from your mouth down to your jaw, pressing deep, breathless kisses against the sensitive skin there. A soft gasp escaped your throat as his mouth drifted lower, his lips finding the column of your neck, making your entire body shiver, you wrapped your arms fiercely around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder just to stay grounded.
Without breaking the rhythm of his kisses, Jungkook hooked his arms under your thighs and effortlessly lifted you off your feet. You clung to him as he carried you across the room gently lowering you onto the edge of the mattress as he leave over you. Jungkook captured your lips once more, his hand slid down from your waist.
His palm tracing your breast, his fingers pressing firmly against your nipples, squeezing gently through the silk of your dress as his mouth completely dominated yours.
With a breathless, trembling effort you placed your hands against his shoulder and firmly pushed him back, breaking the kiss. "Everyone is waiting, Jungkook," you whispered looking at him with wide, pleading eyes, your hand gently resting against his cheek. "Let's go. Please... it's just not the time." Jungkook closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours for a long, heavy moment as he forced his breathing to slow down.
The next morning in the kitchen you stood by the counter, quietly helping your mother chop vegetables. Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose were busy near the pots. Aunt Rose stirred the tea as she glanced over at you. She let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "My own daughters are getting older by the day, you know. Y/N is the eldest in this entire house. If she doesn’t get married soon, how the time ever going to come for my girls?"
You slammed your knife onto the board, your patience snapping. You turned around, crossing your arms tightly. "Don't worry about my marriage," you said "When the right time comes, and when I find someone I actually love.....I will get married."
The entire kitchen went dead silent. Your mother's jaw dropped in absolute horror. "Y/N!" your mother thundered with embarrassment. She stepped forward, grabbing your arm tightly. "How dare you speak back to your aunt like that? Where is your discipline? Say sorry to Rose right this instant!"
You stared at your mother "I won't," you whispered defiively before your mother could even react, you ripped your arm from her grip, and rushed straight out of the kitchen. Your mother closed her eyes, letting out a deeply humiliated sigh as she turned back to Rose.
"I am so incredibly sorry on her behalf, Rose," your mother murmured softly, "Please don't take her words to heart. Ji-hoon and I are already seeing a guy for her, the Kim family's son, Seokjin. If things get finalized, I will get her married off as soon as possible." A faint smirk spread on Rose lips.
You rush toward terrace to Jungkook , he was sitting showing your younger brothers his bicep. The second Jungkook lifted his head and saw you , his entire posture changed. He turned to your brothers "Right, boys. That's enough for today, yeah? Go down." The boys looked between the two of you, and quickly scrambled down the stairs, leaving the terrace completely silent.
You rushed forward, throwing your arms around Jungkook burying your face into his shoulder. You sobbed openly, your entire body trembling "Princess, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, love," Jungkook whispered, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist to hold you steady.
"Do something, Jungkook!" you cried out, "Do something, or you are just going to stand right here and watch someone else take me away from you!" Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, he gently rubbed your back. "Whoa, hold on. Who’s going to take you? Unless they’ve got a literal army, I think I can handle a few local lads, princess."
The teasing response hit your raw nerves like fire. The fear of your mother's words in the kitchen flashed in your mind. You violently shoved his chest, you glared at him through your tears. "I am serious, Jeon Jungkook! Stop treating everything like a bloody joke! Everyone downstairs is talking about my marriage right now! My mother is already looking at a guy! What am I supposed to do?"
Jungkook's eyes darken instantly. Before you could even take another breath, his hand shot out, locking around your wrist. With a sudden jerk, he pulled you forward, pinning your back on the railing. "No one," Jungkook hissed, he leaned down until his lips almost brushed yours. "No one can even think about touching you while I am standing here. Do you understand me? Look at me. Do you trust me?" Staring up into the fierce devotion in his eyes, your chest slowly melted away. You swallowed hard, and gave him a desperate nod. "Yes. I trust you." He didn't waste another second. He leaned in and captured your lips.
Your parents sat in the back of the car, your father's face was completely unreadable, your mother sat beside, her heart fluttering with the excitement of settling her only daughter into the most prestigious family in the city. The car pulled up to the grand, elegant gates of the Kim residence.
Jin's home was a masterpiece of modern sophistication and quiet luxury. The heavy front doors opened, and your parents were warmly welcomed inside by Jin's parents and his younger sister, Alice. "Ji-hoon, my friend!" Jin's father beamed, stepping forward to give your father a warm, respectful hug. "We have been waiting for your visit. Please, sit."
After the initial formal greetings, your mother and Jin's mother exchanged knowing, hopeful glances."We came here today to speak about something very close to our hearts," your father began, he looked straight at Jin's father. "We want to officially propose a union between our families. My daughter, and your eldest son, Seokjin."
Jin's mother’s face instantly lit up with pure joy. "There is nothing in this world that would make us more happier! Y/N is an absolute angel. Her voice, her manners...she is exactly the kind of daughter in law we have been praying for."
Right at that moment, Seokjin stepped into the living room, looking impeccably handsome.
"Ah, Seokjin, come here!" his father called out proudly, gesturing to the empty space beside him. "Your uncle Ji-hoon has just brought us the most wonderful news." Jin walked over bowing his head deeply to show his utmost respect to your parents. "Welcome to our home."
Your father looked up at Jin, examining his calm, mature demeanor, his steady eyes, and the quiet strength he carried. A rare, satisfied smile touched your father's lips. "Seokjin," your father said gently but firmly. "We have officially decided to give our daughter hand to you. The marriage is confirmed." Hearing the words out loud, Jin’s heart did a violent, soaring flip against his ribs. He looked down at his hands, trying to suppress the overjoyed smile spreading across his face. He remembered your tragic, beautiful eyes from the night you sang.
He was ready to spend the rest of his life making you happy."Thank you, Uncle," Jin whispered, his voice thick with absolute sincerity and respect. "I promise you...I will hold her happiness above my own, always." The elders instantly clapped, laughing and exchanging boxes of gifts. Alice giggled loudly, nudging her blushing brother's shoulder in celebration.
At night you were in your room when the door clicked shut without a single sound as a tall silhouette stepped inside. It was Jungkook , he walked toward the mattress where you sat. Your heart hammered as he sat right beside you, "Are you awake, love," he whispered, Before you could even answer, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his chest.
He leaned down, his warm lips capturing yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the damp strands of his dark hair as he pulled you down further onto the mattress. Jungkook pulled back his fingers drifted down to the top button of your top.
"Princess," he murmured. "Can I...can I take this off?" You stared up, and gave a slow nod. With that silent permission, his fingers pulling the silk fabric away from you. He moved to unhook your bra, letting the clothing slip down to the floor. Jungkook completely froze, staying raised above you on his elbows as your skin caught the cool night air. "Blimey," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with genuine wonder.
"You're absolutely stunning, love. I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my entire life." He leaned down, his lips moving with a slow, worshiping your breast , His hands traced your sides gently, his warm mouth giving all of his intense attention to your nipples.
You pulled his face closer against you, your voice trembling. "I love you," you gasped out. "Jungkook, I love you so much." He froze against your skin for a split second. He didn't speak a single word, but the deep, consuming way he captured your lips in a passionate kiss was all the answer you needed. He push his tongue inside your mouth consuming the warm saliva. As his hand keep squeezing your boobs , as if he could do it all day without rest , he pull back a lil , pulling his tee over his head throwing it on a random corner of your room .
And lean down kissing the sensitive skin of your neck while your hand trace his abs and chest backand forth.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, against his bulging length you could feel pulsing against you. "Fuck yeah.." You cursed low, head falling back on the pillows and Jungkook looked up, his own cock twitching at the sight of you.
"This here needs some attention too, hmm?" He rasped, hands slipping down from the curve of your waist, pulling your pants down your hips. Wasting no time in finding the wet mess you made of your panties. "Look at this." He grunted, hand cupping your clothed mound. "So wet." You exhaled and a whimper followed right after when he disposed you of them, exposing your deprived cunt to the cold air that had you clenching around nothing.
"And so fucking responsive." He breathed against your bare sex after moving his head down. The way his hands gripped your thighs, his fingers dug into your skin. Your legs draped over his shoulders, trembling."Jungkook—oh God!" You gasped and he groaned.
Burying his face in your wanting pussy. His mouth wrapped around your clit, tounge swiping and licking "Oh- mhm. Feels so good!" You moan out.A shaky exhale brushing against your folds.
"Ah fuck—Oh lord!" You fingers tear in his scalp and hips bucked against his face, eyes rolling back, toes curling . "Oh shit, princess" He whimpers against your cunt.
He swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to your clit before leaning back, your hands loosening their grip in his hair, half lidded eyes meeting his own before they trail down. "Y-You.." You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t have spoken even if you tried. "I'm a starved man, baby" he said leaning upward kissing you softly , just pressing his lips onto yours to keep you in senses.
"Hi." He breathed against you. You felt a shy smile twitch on your lips. "Hi." You reply just as breathlessly. He presses another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose. " Let me put it inside you, yeah?"
"Mhm." You mewl, hands softly going through the beautiful mess that you made of his hair. "What, use your words pretty lady?" He demanded, lips on your cheek. "Please fuck me." You whine and he bumped his nose against your face.
You can't help but grind against him, coaxing his cock back into hardness with your bare cunt against him. His hand trembling when they reached down to pull his pants out, pushing the fabric down his hips to reveal his boxers that were bounding his hard, leaking cock. He took himself in his fist, groaning when he pumped himself in one slow stroke. Eyes never leaving your wide ones like you weren’t sure if you should be impressed, intimidated, or both.
"You're too big."
"And you're gonna take every inch." He said it like a statement, finally leaning above you, the tip of his veiny cock to your slick folds. "Dear lord—" You gasp out loud, your heat stretching around. "Fucking hell." The sensation was overwhelming , you feel that your pussy going to split apart any moment now that's stopping him from moving.
"You're so tight , princess." He hisses out and squeezes your hips with great roughness. His jaw clenched, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he started to move his hips against yours, slow. Your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
“That’s right, I love you so much” he muttered, his face was buried in the crook of your shoulder. “You’re,fuck, you’re perfect m'love.”
"F-Faster! Please go faster!" His pace was unhurried but devastating, every pull and thrust deliberate. You couldn’t take that anymore and Jungkook couldn’t take keeping you unsatisfied.
His lips found the corner of your mouth, brushing a kiss before moving lower, his teeth grazing your jaw. His hands moved to your thighs, “taking me so well, was made for this cock.” your own body moved with his, meeting him with the same intensity, the same desperate need. "Yeah." He grunted, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your boobs.
The next day the atmosphere inside the drawing room was suffocatingly tense, Aunt Rose sat rigidly, her fingers tightly laced together as she looked across the room, "You talk as though the sun rises and sets purely for your own household," Aunt Rose taunted, "Do you honestly believe your daughter is the only pristine child in this family?" Yourmother slammed her palm flat against the table, "Keep my daughter’s name out of your mouth, Rose! There's a lot of things about your daughter i don't want to say , atleast my child is not like them. Mind your own daughter’s desperate behavior before you dare point fingers at mine!"
Aunt Rose gasped sharply, "Oh, really? You think she is so bloody innocent?"Uncle Jack grabbed Rose’s sleeve, his face pale as he tried to pull her back down to avoid a public scandal. "Rose, drop it right now. Don’t go causing a scene over absolutely nothing—"
"No, Jack, let her hear the truth!" Aunt Rose hissed, violently shaking off his hand. She raised her arm, pointing a finger directly toward the ceiling. "Oh, go see for yourself what your precious, perfect daughter is doing with that foreign music student up on the terrace right now! Go upstairs and look at your family 'honour' rotting away in the dark!"
A dead, terrifying silence instantly fell over the room. Your father, who had been sitting quietly by the fireplace, froze completely. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheek twitched, and his expression hardened into pure stone. Without uttering a single word, he stood up, as he began a menacing march toward the grand stairwell. Panicking, your mother hurried right behind him, her heart hammering against her ribs as she prayed Aunt Rose was lying to ruin their family name.
Up on the rooftop terrace, Jungkook had pulled you back against his chest, his large, warm hands splaying flat against your stomach, anchoring you to him. He was softly humming a your favorite song against the shell of your ear.
A breathless laugh escaped your lips as his lips brushed your jawline while he whispered "I could stay like this until the world ends,princess" He turned you around slowly within the tight circle of his arms until you were facing him. He cupped your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones with a tenderness that made your knees weak. "Just you and me. Tell me we don't need anything else."
You smiled up at him, your hands sliding up his chest, pulling yourself closer until there was no space left between you. "Jungkook, be serious," you breathed, your heart beat fast ,as your eyes dropped to his lips. "If my father catches us out here, he will absolutely ruin us."
Instead of stepping back, Jungkook’s grip tightened, pulling your hips flush against his. He let out a low, defiant chuckle, his gaze dropping to your mouth before rising back to your eyes. "Let him try," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were a mere breath away from yours. "I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care about their rules or what your family demands. I want you to promise me something right now."
He pressed his forehead gently against yours, "Promise me that no matter what lies they tell you, and no matter how hard they try to tear us apart, you won't let them change your mind about me. Promise me you'll belong only to me."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes , you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting your head up to close the agonizing gap between you. "I promise you, Jungkook," you swore softly, your lips brushing his as you spoke. "I am yours completely. It has only ever been you, and no one else will ever touch my heart. I will wait for you forever if I have to."
A soft groan escaped the back of Jungkook's throat at your words. He closed the distance entirely, his lips molding over yours in a deep, kiss that tasted of sweet desperation and unspoken vows. His hands slid up your spine, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel the frantic.
"I love you princess"
"I love you koo"
The heavy iron door of the terrace flew open, slamming violently against the wall and shattering the fragile paradise you had built in Jungkook's arms. You snapped apart instantly, gasping, your heart dropped straight into your stomach. Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim glow, was your entire family. Your father’s chest heaved, while Aunt Rose peeked over his shoulder with a smug, venomous grin.
Before you or Jungkook could even utter a word of defense, your mother lunged forward. Before you could even blink, her hand flew through the air, landing across your cheek with a sharp slap that echoed off the stone walls. Your head snapped back, the skin of your face instantly burning as tears erupted from your eyes.
"You shameless girl!" your mother hissed, her voice shaking with disgust as she grabbed your wrist, violently yanking you away from Jungkook.
"Y/N!" Jungkook roared, his eyes widening in pure horror. He instantly moved to step between you and your mother, his hands reaching out to protect you, but your father lunged forward, grabbing Jungkook by the collar and shoving him backward against the terrace railing, cutting off his path to you."Don't you dare lay a hand on my daughter!"
"Mumma, please! Stop! Let me go!" you begged frantically, "Jungkook! Father, please don't hurt him! It was my fault, please!" Your mother didn't listen to a single word. Devoid of any mercy, she dug her nails into your wrist, dragging you down the stairwell like a prisoner. You stumbled blindly down the steps, your tears blurring the sight of the plush velvet carpets and the pristine family portraits lining the walls.
You screamed and pleaded, but your mother remained entirely deaf to your cries, her only focus being to hide you away from the world.
She threw open the heavy door of your bedroom, violently shoving you inside so hard that you collapsed onto the floor, before slamming the door shut and turning the brass key with a sharp, final click.
Up on the terrace, Jungkook and your father standing, Your father stepped closer, his voice dropped "Remember that day in my study, Jungkook? You ask me about the fees for your classes?"Jungkook swallowed hard, he slowly nodded his head, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I remember, sir. You said you didn't want my money."
"Exactly," your father hissed, "I told you that, but I also told you that if the day ever came where I asked you for something in return, you would have to give it to me. Do you remember your promise, boy?"
"I do, but sir, please, anything else—"
"I am asking for that payment today," your father cut him off, he raised a finger, pointing it directly at Jungkook's chest. "Leave my daughter. Pack your things, leave this country, and never look back. I want you gone from her life. That is the price of my teaching. Now pay your debt and get out."
Jungkook felt the words strike him like a physical blow, he realized his beautiful dream was completely shattered Jungkook’s knees buckled under the crushing weight of those words, and for the first time, his fierce, protective stance completely crumbled. Tears broke free, spilling rapidly down his pale, bruised cheeks as he fell to his knees right there on the cold stone of the terrace, completely broken. He reached out with trembling hands, practically grovelling at your father’s leather brogues, entirely stripping away his pride.
"Sir, please... I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, his voice cracking into a raw, desperate shriek that pierced the silent night. "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving, heartless mask of aristocratic steel, entirely unmoved by the young man's agonizing despair. He coldly pulled his foot back from Jungkook’s grasp, looking down at him with nothing but disgust and unyielding authority.
He slowly pulled a silver pocket watch from his coat vest, clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it.
"You have exactly ten minutes," your father stated, his voice flat, hollow, and utterly devoid of mercy. "Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your wretched bags, and clear out of my estate. If I see your face inside my gates when the hand moves, I will have the authorities drag you away in chains. Pay your debt and leave."
Jungkook’s knees buckled under the weight of those words, his tears broke freely, as he fell to his knees right there "Sir, please...I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving. He slowly pulled a pocket watch clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it."You have exactly ten minutes, Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your bags, and clear out of my estate."
Jungkook looked up, searching the older man's eyes for a single shred of humanity, but he found absolutely nothing. Jungkook slowly forced himself to stand up on his trembling legs. He wiped his tears before turning around to pack his things and face the long, agonizing journey back to London.
Inside the suffocating darkness of your bedroom, Your frantic sobs echoed off the walls as you choked on your own tears. Suddenly, the door swung open, Daisy standing there, her eyes wide with sorrow and her face pale."Y/N," Daisy whispered, her voice trembling "He's going. Your father said, he said you can watch him one last time before he leaves."
The words hit you like an electric shock. Without a single second of hesitation, you pushed past her. You rushed downstairs "Jungkook!" you shrieked, But by the time your feet hit the bottom steps of the grand stairs, you froze, your breath completely catching in your throat. There he was, standing right at the main door of the estate. He was holding his suitcase, his shoulders slumped and shaking with silent, heavy sobs.
He didn't turn back, knowing that looking into your eyes would break whatever little strength he had left to fulfill his promise to your father. Without a single word, Jungkook stepped across the threshold, and the heavy front door began to swing shut, severing your world in two. You broke down completely sobbing so hard , it echoed in the whole estate, your mother started crying too , your sister rush toward you.
"Call my friend Mr. Kim , ask him to come with his family" your father said to his manager.
Summary: They say your first love is unforgettable. For you, Jungkook was a beautiful dream that was brutally ripped away by family obligations. Enter Kim Seokjin. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a man you barely know. But how can you give your heart to your husband when it’s still bleeding for someone else?
When the ghosts of you past resurface, Jin does the unthinkable: he offers to let you go. Now, you must choose between the passionate boy who owns you memories, and the selfless man who holds your present.
Genre:- Romance, Drama, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Angst, Family Drama, Emotional Romance
Pairing: You × Jungkook , You × Seokjin
Warning: Pressure, Scheme, Shock, Humiliation, Flirt, Teasing, Pinning in wall, Tension, Slow Burn, secret love , Apologies, Kisses , Intimacy, Nudity, Arguments, Fighting, Pampering, Use of Nick names, Smut , Sensual sex, Missionary, Slap , Crying, Heartbreak, Devise, NHE
Masterlist
1: The Fire we Ignited
In your family, melody wasn't just an art form,it was a law. Your father was a legendary classical music maestro, respected across the country. Growing up as the only daughter of your parents, you were expected to be his ultimate legacy. He spent years passing down every intricate note, every complex vocal scale, and every bit of strict discipline to you. But being the eldest among a chaotic army of cousins, younger brothers, and sisters meant you also carried the weight of setting a perfect example. In a household where forty people lived under one roof, your family's musical reputation was everything. But right now, you didn't care about setting an example. You wanted to burn the house down.
"I am not giving him my room!" Your shouted as you glared at the two girls standing in front of you. Lily and Daisy, your family's house maids, jumped back in terror.
"Y/n, please, lower your voice," Lily whispered looking over her shoulder toward your father's private study. "Your dad is already furious. The landline hasn't stopped ringing all morning. The boy from London, his flight just landed."
"I don't care if his plane crashes," you snapped, "There are twelve empty guest rooms. Why am I being evicted from my own room?"
"Because he isn't just a guest," Daisy murmured softly, "He’s coming here to learn. Your father said he demands the absolute best, and everyone knows your room is the grandest, most beautiful in the entire mansion." Your father ruled this family estate like a 19th-century dictator. In his world, your obedience was a currency, and your personal freedom didn't exist. "He wants my room?" you whispered, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across your lips "Fine. Let him have it."
Lily and Daisy exchanged a terrified look. They knew that look on your face. It meant ruin."what are you going to do?" Lily asked, her voice trembling
The next morning, Your whole family standing at inner courtyard. You stood hidden on the second floor balcony, looking down. Then, the heavy iron gates swung open , out of a taxi stepped Jeon Jungkook. He was a complete cultural shock by the traditional estate. He wore an oversized black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt, loose fitting blue jeans, and thick soled boots. A heavy black guitar case was slung over his back, and a pair of dark two sitcase in hand, sunglasses hid his eyes. Jungkook took off his sunglasses, his jaw dropping as he looked around the mansion.
"Blimey," he muttered under his breath, "This place is massive." As he took a step forward, a loud, deep bleat echoed through the courtyard. Jungkook spun around, his eyes widening in absolute shock as he came face to face with a massive cow and a couple of goats tied near the stables. He stumbled back, completely caught off guard .
"Whoa! Hold on a minute!" Jungkook gasped, taking another blind step backward to avoid the cow. Splash! A massive wave of water erupted into the air. Jungkook had stepped straight over the central courtyard fountain. He went under for a split second before popping back up, completely drenched.
The courtyard instantly exploded into a roar of uncontrollable laughter. Your younger brothers and cousins pointed and giggle. Upstairs smirk spread across your face. He hadn't even reached your bedroom yet, and he was already a walking disaster.
"Oh, dear boy! Are you alright?" Your favorite uncle, Uncle Jack, rushed forward, chuckling as he extended a hand to pull a dripping, sputtering Jungkook out of the fountain pool. "I'm fine, completely fine, cheers uncle," Jungkook laughed, entirely unbothered by the embarrassment.
Your father and mother stepped forward to officially welcome him. While your father looked him in a disbelief, Before your father could speak, your two loudest aunts Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose pushed past the elders and reach him.
"Oh my, look at him! A bit wet, but he looks like a literal prince from a magazine!" Aunt Mary gushed, boldly reaching out to pinch his damp cheek. "Do all the boys in London look this handsome, or are we just lucky?"
Jungkook let out a laugh "Ah, Aunt, I think I'm the lucky one. If I knew the women in this house were this beautiful, I would have jumped into the fountain sooner just to get your attention."
Aunt Rose gasped, slapping his wet shoulder playfully while giggling like a schoolgirl. "Oh, stop it! He has a silver tongue! Come, we must get you some warm tea before you catch a cold."
"That's enough gossip for the morning," your mother interrupted gently, offering a polite smile to the guest before turning to the staff corridor. "Harry! Come here. Take Mr. Jeon's show him up to his room immediately so he can change."
The door of your room open, you didn't look up. You stood by the grand iron stand at the center of the room, calmly striking a match to light a fresh candle. Your two younger sisters, Mia and Chloe, were standing right beside you. The second they saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, their jaws dropped. They giggled behind their hands, shoved the holders into your arms, and rushed out of the room before you could even glare at them.
Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the doorframe as he looked around. "Wow, What a grand room," he said, he stepped inside, dragging his wet boots across the floor. "Hey, hi. Myself Jungkook. You can call me Koo. Your good name?"
"Y/n," you replied coldly. "Beautiful," he smirked, stepping closer. "Can I call you princess?"
"No. Only y/n." You struck another match. This time, as you brought the flame down , you lifted your head. Your eyes locked directly onto his. You kept lighting the candles, one by one, moving the flame blindly from holder to holder, completely refusing to break eye contact. It was a silent challenge a war. Jungkook smiled at your stubbornness. "What's the meaning of your name?"
"It's not necessary for everything to have a meaning," you said, Jungkook tilted his head, his smirk widening as he took another slow step forward. "And it's not necessary to lit each candle looking into my eyes."
"You look away first," you dared him. "No chance," he whispered. "How can I look away when your eyes are holding mine?" Suddenly, he was standing too close. You could see the water droplets still clinging to his eyelashes.
"Your eyes are weird," you murmured, refusing to back down even though your heart was starting to hammer against your ribs.
"How?" he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back up. "It's like a sour lemon," you snapped, Jungkook let out a soft laugh, his chest almost brushing yours. "Wow. So sweet." He glanced down at the burning candle in your steady hand.
"Blink away, y/n. Or the melting wax will burn your skin."
"Let's see who looks away first," you challenged. Jungkook’s eyes darkened with an intense playful gravity. He leaned in just an inch closer, his breath fanning across your cheek. "If you won't look away...you will fall in love with me." The words hit you like a sudden physical shock. Your eyes widened, your eyelids flinching as you automatically blinked realizing how dangerously close you were to him. Without saying a single word, you blew out the match, spun on your heel, and practically sprinted out of the room, leaving Jungkook standing alone.
The next morning, as you walked toward your new room, you spotted a group of your cousin sisters gathered by the balcony railing, whispering and giggling. You walked over and looked down into the courtyard. Your jaw dropped, down below, completely ignoring the weather there was Jungkook . He had clearly just taken a shower, he was wearing nothing but a large white towel wrapped securely around his waist. He had headphone he was completely lost in the music, doing a chaotic, high energy dance right in front of the cows.
You felt a rush of heat fly to your cheeks. "Girls! Bad manners!" you snapped, clapping your hands to break your cousins'. "Go back to your rooms, now!" The girls giggled loudly, teasing you with their eyes, before scrambling down the hall. You followed them as they piled straight into Grandma’s room.
Five of your cousin sisters, you, and Grandma all sat together Grandma, whose eyes had grown completely blind with age, smiled warmly "What is all this whispering about?" Grandma asked.
"Grandma, it's the new guest from London!" one of your cousins chimed in excitedly. "He’s down there dancing in a towel!" Grandma chuckled. "Oh? And how does this foreign boy look?"
"Sharp jaw , muscular body with boba eyes and bunny teeth!" your cousin giggled.
"No," you interjected sharply, crossing your arms with a huff. "He’s a maniac. A complete lunatic." The room erupted into a roar of laughter. But before the laughter could even die down, a smooth, deep voice cut through the air from the doorway.
"Oi, why is everyone laughing? Tell me the joke, I'll also laugh!" Everyone froze. You spun around, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Jungkook was standing right in the doorway of Grandma's room still in nothing but his waist towel, his shoulders shivering slightly from the cold. "Why are you here like this?!" you shouted, instantly standing up to shield your younger cousins' eyes. "Have you no shame? Go back to your room!"
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, giving a helpless, boyish grin. "I would, but I lost my way, haven't I? This house is a proper maze. I can't find my room."
You let out a frustrated groan, marching past him into the corridor. "Come. Follow me." Jungkook walked quickly behind you as you led him down the hallway. You didn't look back once, keeping your pace fast as you scolded him over your shoulder. "This is a respectable house, Jungkook. We have elders, we have rules. You can't just walk around half naked dancing with farm animals! It's freezing outside, and you are acting like a"
In a split second, a firm hand gripped your wrist, pulling you backward. Before you could even gasp, your back hit the cold stone wall with a dull thud. Jungkook stepped closser, his chest almost brushing yours. He planted one hand firmly on the wall right beside your head, effectively pinning you between his arm and his body. He was standing too close. He leaned down slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, completely trapping your gaze just like before.
"Why are you always so angry with me, y/n?" he whispered sending a sudden shiver straight down your spine. Suddenly, his ears twitched sound of heavy shoes clicked against the marble steps. "Someone is coming," Jungkook whispered, he dropped his hand from the wall and stepped back.
Your trembling knees barely held you up, but you forced yourself to move without looking back, you turned and walked quickly toward his room. You stopped right outside the heavy door of his bedroom ,your old bedroom , pointed at it sharply, refusing to look him in the eye. "Get in and change." Jungkook stepped inside, he paused. He turned his head back toward you.
"Thanks, by the way," he murmured softly, he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on your face for a fraction of a second. "And for the record, your eyes are beautiful. Not like mine."
Before you could even process the words, Jungkook slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. You stood frozen.
The mansion was completely dark by midnight, as you walked past the upper balcony, you spotted a familiar silhouette lurking , It was Jungkook. He was peeking anxiously through the cracked door of your father’s private study room, his shoulders tense. You quietly walked toward crossing your arms as you stopped right behind him. "What’s wrong, mister?" you whispered sharply.
Jungkook jumped slightly, spinning around with wide eyes. He let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Blimey, princess, you scared me," he whispered back, he pointed a finger toward the study door. "Your father....he looks terrifying, doesn't he? How am I supposed to go in there and talk to him?"
A mischievous idea instantly sparked in your mind. This was the perfect chance to embarrass him. You put on a perfectly serious, innocent face and leaned closer. "Well, if you want him to like you, you have to follow our traditions. In our culture, when a student meets a legendary master, they must lie down fully on the elder's legs to seek blessings. Go on, do that. He will love it."
Jungkook blinked, looking incredibly confused. "Really? Lie down on his legs? Alright, if you say so..." Trusting your words completely, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked straight into the study. Your father was reading a book. Before your father could even react, Jungkook knelt down and fully laid across your father's legs, gripping his ankles tightly. Your father froze in absolute shock. Within seconds, his face hardened into a scowl.
"What is this nonsense?!" your father thundered, pushing Jungkook back sharply. "What kind of behavior is this? Stand up!" Jungkook scrambled to his feet, his face completely falling in hurt, deeply embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered, looking down at his feet. "I thought it was a tradition."
Watching from the door, the smile died on your lips seeing his face look so completely crushed and humiliated made a strange, sudden ache hit your chest. You felt horribly bad for what you did, though you couldn't understand why his sadness mattered to you so much. Your father let out a heavy sigh as he looked at Jungkook's genuinely apologetic face.
"Okay, forget that," your father said, his voice softening slightly. "Are you truly serious about learning our classical music?"Jungkook lifted his head, his dark eyes instantly shining with deep, unyielding passion. "Yes, sir. More than anything. I want to learn the true soul of your music." Your father stared at him for a long moment, testing his sincerity, before giving a firm nod. "Good. Then from tomorrow, your training begins strictly at sharp 6:00 AM. Do not be a single minute late."
Jungkook's eyes lit up with relief. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek leather wallet. "Thank you, sir. Um, can you show me how much I need to pay for the tuition? I can write a check or pay in cash right now." Your father’s expression instantly turned incredibly solemn, his eyes reflecting the deep pride of a true maestro. He fold his hands behind his back.
"My talent and my knowledge are not for sale, Jungkook," your father said, "I do not take money for my art. But... if required, I will ask you for something one day. Not money, but anything else I choose." Jungkook looked surprised, but he nodded respectfully, bowing his head.
"Whatever you ask, sir. It's a promise."
The next morning, the mansion was cold still dark, by 5:45 AM, your father was already perfectly dressed, sitting the harmonium sat before him. You sat a few feet away, as you prepared for your own morning scales. Your father glanced at the clock on the wall. The ticking sound was deafening."It is 5:55 AM," your father stated, "Go wake him up, Y/n. If he is not seated here by the strike of six, his training ends before it even begins."
You stood up quickly, your heart doing a strange flutter. You hurried up the staircase, your mind racing. You couldn't wait to see his face. You pushed his bedroom door open, ready to gloat. Instead, you froze your jaw dropping in absolute horror. The room condition was a complete disaster. It looked like a bomb had gone off. Jungkook’s leather jackets and shirts were thrown everywhere across the floor. The unspooled tape was tangled like a spiderweb around the desk legs and Jungkook? He was completely passed out, tangled in the heavy blankets on the floor.
"Jungkook! Wake up!" you panicked, rushing into the haze. If your father saw this chaos, you would be grounded for a month. You lunged forward, grabbing the edge of his blanket and pulling it hard. "Get up! It's already six!" You didn't realize that Jungkook’s foot was completely wrapped in the tangled as you pulled the blanket, your foot caught on the broken wooden frame of the collapsed bed.Your balance snapped as you fall above him.
Your hands planted firmly against a bare, muscular chest your face hovering mere inches from his. The sudden impact jarred Jungkook awake. His dark eyes flew open, blinking rapidly for a second, he looked completely disoriented. But as his vision cleared and he realized you were lying directly on top of him, a slow, lazy smirk began to cut through his face.
"Well, good morning to you too, princess. Is this another one of your traditional blessings?"
Four months flew beautifully, the girl who swore to make Jungkook’s life a living hell was completely gone. In her place was someone who counted the minutes until 6:00 AM. You and Jungkook had become practically inseparable. You learned music together under your father's strict gaze, your voices slowly learning to blend perfectly during the long morning scale practices. You ate lunch together in the chaotic, crowded dining hall, where Jungkook had expertly learned to navigate the spicy traditional food, making your aunts beam with pride. In the afternoons, when the heat was too intense, you, Jungkook, and your army of cousins would gather in the courtyard to play cards, laugh, and listen to his rock cassette tapes. He wasn't a stranger anymore, he was the very heartbeat of the house.
Today, a quiet, undeniable realization settled into the spaces between you. It happened during a late afternoon game of carrom in the veranda with Lily, Daisy, and your younger brothers. Jungkook sat down opposite you across the wooden board, the background noise completely faded. The gaze he gave you was heavy, soft, and filled with deep affection that made your lungs feel completely empty.
You couldn't deny it anymore, you liked him. You liked him so much it terrified you. Jungkook flicked the striker carelessly, completely missing the coin, his eyes never breaking away from your face. A small smile touched his lips, as if he could read your heart from across the board.
At night ypu were on your terrace , the stone floor was cool against your bare feet as you stood by the carved stone railing, staring up at the endless blanket of stars. Suddenly, a sudden warmth enveloped you. Two strong arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling your back against a solid chest.
"Ah!" You let out a sharp gasp, you swung your elbow back, hitting his arm hard. "Get off me!"
"Ow! princess, it’s just me!" Jungkook groaned, instantly pulling away and rubbing his forearm with a dramatic wince. "You’ve got a lethal elbow." You spun around, your chest heaving as you glared at him, though your heart was hammering for an entirely different reason now.
"Are you mad? Sneaking up on me like a thief! What if someone saw you?"
"Nobody saw me," Jungkook chuckled, stepping closer until he was leaning against the railing right next to you, "Everyone’s fast asleep. Couldn't sleep myself. Kept thinking about a certain sour lemon."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Jungkook tilted his head, his playful expression suddenly softening, he reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin.
"I love..." Jungkook murmured, his voice dropped. You froze, your eyes widening as you stared at him. The entire world seemed to stop spinning. Your heart stopped beating. Did he just say...?
"Say it," you whispered, your voice trembling as you searched his eyes, desperately needing to hear the rest. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "...your hair."
Your jaw dropped but you still put your hopes up. "And?"
"Your eyes," he teased, stepping an inch closer. "And?" you demanded, crossing your arms. "Your dressing style," he chuckled, his dimples popping out in full force.
"And?"
"Your dad, your mom, Aunt Mary, Aunt Rose..." Jungkook rattled off, grinning like a schoolboy as he counted them on his fingers.
"Ugh! You are insufferable!" you snapped, your romantic expectations completely shattered. You stepped forward and slapped his chest hard. "Stay here! I'm going back inside!" You spun on your heel to march toward the terrace doors, but you didn't even make it a foot away. Jungkook’s hand shot out, his fingers locking firmly around your wrist. With a sudden, effortless jerk, he pulled you backward, you tumbled straight back into his chest, his other arm instantly locking around your waist to trap you against him.
"Hold on," he whispered, "I wasn't finished, princess."
"I love you, Y/N. The whole bloody lot of you." Before your brain could even process the words, Jungkook leaned down and then, his lips met yours. The kiss was everything you hadn't realized you were waiting for , soft at first, a gentle, hesitant question, before deepening into something fierce, passionate, and consuming. Your hands automatically found their way to his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as you melted into his warmth, your heart exploding into a wild, frantic rhythm.
Out of no were the sudden realization flooded your mind like ice water , you were on the roof, in the middle of the night, kissing your father’s student. You abruptly pulled away from him, your breathing ragged, your lips tingling as you stared at Jungkook with wide, terrified eyes.
"Y/n, wait—" Jungkook reached out, his hand cutting through the air to catch you. But you were already moving. Without looking back at him once, You flew down the stairs, your heart hammering against your ribs, leaving Jungkook standing entirely alone.
The next morning, the heavy cloud of last night’s storm still hung over the estate. But the mansion was loud as Your father’s oldest and wealthiest friend was arriving with his family from the city. Your heart was in your throat as you walked quickly down the quiet corridor, trying to reach your room to change your clothes.
Suddenly, the same pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling you "Why did you run away last night, princess?" Jungkook’s voice was a soft, breathless whisper against your ear.
"Jungkook, let go!" you panicked, "Leave me! Someone will come down this hallway at any second!"
"Let them," he murmured stubbornly, tightening his grip, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I don't care anymore. I love you, baby look at me."
"Jungkook, I said stop!" You tried to twist out of his arms, but his embrace was a solid wall. The panic of your father walking in, combined with the pressure of the guests arriving downstairs, completely overwhelmed your brain.
In a flash of second you violently spun around in his arms and slap him , the sharp, stinging sound echoed. Your hand remained frozen in the air, your palm burning. Jungkook’s head was turned to the side from the force of the blow. He didn't say a single word. He slowly dropped his hands to his sides, took a step back, and looked at you as if you were a complete stranger. Before you could even open your mouth to apologize, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked straight into his bedroom, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. The sound of the lock sliding into place felt like a knife to your chest.
You threw yourself against the closed door, banging your fists against the dark wood. "Jungkook! Jungkook, please open the door! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just scared! Please!" Inside, you could hear the heavy sounds of him dragging his trunk across the floor, probably packing his bags , the fear of him leaving.
"Jungkook, stop it! Open the door!" you begged, tears finally spilling over your eyelashes. "You love me, right? If you love me, you have to open this door!" The packing sounds suddenly stopped. Jungkook finally spoke, his voice didn't sound like him anymore.
"I don't love you," his voice cut through the door, "I don't even like you. You don't deserve my love."
The words hit you like a physical blow . The guilt in your stomach instantly twistef , your tears dried up, replaced by a toxic, defensive anger. If he was going to push you away when you were begging, you weren't going to let him see you look weak. You stepped back from the door, wiping your cheeks aggressively, your voice hardening into a bitter shout.
"Fine! Then stay locked in there! Today, a lot of people are coming to this house. Someone out there will obviously like me! So stay right there and watch!" You spun on your heel and marched down the hallway, your heart was completely bleeding.
You getting ready still thinking about Jungkook , feeling guilty but angry too.
"Y/n come your father calling you guest came " Lily said peek inside your room . You just give her a faint nod.
When you descended the stairs, you saw the grand hall completely packed. Your father's oldest friends and their extended families had taken over the low seating arrangements. But at the center of the room sat the most prominent guests of the evening.
The Kim family, there was the father, a dignified businessman, the mother, a gentle woman and their youngest daughter, Alice, who was exactly your age, looking around the grand estate with bright, curious eyes you saw him, there was the eldest son Kim Seokjin. Jin sat perfectly straight, dressed like royalty.
Unlike Jungkook's wild, windswept energy, Jin exuded absolute stillness. He was talking softly to an elder, bowing his head respectfully with a gentle smile that immediately calmed the chaotic room. "Ah, here she is!" your father announced proudly as you stepped onto the main floor.
"Come sit, y/n," your mother smiled, gesturing to the cushion "Everyone has traveled so far. After all, everyone know how good you are at singing , It is only fair that you grace us with a song."
You felt a heavy lump form in your throat. You didn't want to sing. Your heart was bleeding, fractured by the fight with Jungkook just an hour ago. But looking at your father’s unyielding eyes, you knew you couldn't refuse. You sat down, you closed your eyes, and as you drew in air. When you opened your mouth, the melody that poured out wasn't just a song , it was raw, devastating emotion.
Across the hall, Jin completely froze. The polite smile vanished from his face. His dark, deep eyes locked onto your face. As your voice hit the high, melancholic notes, Jin lost himself looking at you. He didn't blink. He didn't hear the chatter around him anymore. To Jin, the entire crowded room had completely vanished, leaving only you, your tragic eyes, and the beautiful, heartbreaking melody pouring from your soul.
After the gathering, the guests dispersed into the gardens for dinner. Jin, overwhelmed by the evening, had walked away from the crowd, sitting completely alone staring blankly at the ground.
"So, this is where you're hiding!" A cheerful voice broke his thoughts. Alice walked over, as she sat down right next to her brother, a knowing, mischievous smirk on her face. "Alice," Jin murmured, shifting slightly, "Shouldn't you be with the other girls?"
"I came here to find you, oppa," Alice teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I practically dragged Mom and Dad to this estate today just so you and y/n could meet. C'mon, she’s right there. Go talk to her!" Jin immediately hesitated, looking down at his hand.
"I can't, Alice. I shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Look at her," Jin whispered softly, looking across the lawn to where you stood. "She’s too good. Too beautiful. And her talent, her voice belongs to the heavens. Why would a girl like her ever want to talk to someone as ordinary as me?"
Alice’s face softened, and she fiercely grabbed her brother’s arm. "Don't say that! My brother isn't less than anyone in this world. You are kind, intelligent, and you are way better than her! Stop doubting yourself. Come on." She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Just tell me one thing... do you like her?"
The question caught Jin completely off guard. A deep blush instantly rushed up his neck, coloring his cheeks as a shy, breathless smile touched his lips. He looked over at you one more time.
"Yes," Jin whispered softly, his voice full of absolute sincerity. "I do. I really do."
The midnight had settled into a quiet, but inside the private chambers of your parents, a major turning point was taking place. Your father stood by the wide balcony window, looking out. He was lost in deep thought. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped gently around his neck from behind. Your mother smiled softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked out at the stars with him.
"Ji-hoon," she murmured, "I’ve been thinking about something for y/n all evening. I think Jin, your friend's son, is the absolute best match for her." Your father didn't move, but a slight frown touched his forehead. "Marriage?" he questioned, his voice low and serious. "She is still so young. There is no need to rush her into a commitment."
Your mother pulled away with a gentle laugh, walking over to the large traditional bed. She sat down smoothly on the mattress. "She will always be a child for us, Ji-hoon. But look at the Kim family. They are respectable, cultured, and Jin... Jin is a gem of a man. Did you see the way he looked at her when she sang? He would keep our daughter like a queen."
Your father stood silent for a long moment. He respected his friend, and he knew Jin’s reputation as a man. Finally, a faint nod broke his strict posture. "Okay then," your father said, "If you think it is right, I will talk to my friend about it tomorrow." Your mother couldn't help but let out a joyful, victorious giggle, her heart swelling with the excitement of planning her only daughter’s grand future.
The next evening, the grand dining hall was packed with the entire extended family sat together for dinner. Jungkook sat right in the middle, but his usual bright energy was completely gone. He looked staring straight at his plate, completely ignoring your presence. You sat right beside him. Lily and Daisy moved quickly around the circle, serving food. Your cousin sisters, entirely oblivious to the tension, immediately began bombarding Jungkook with questions. "Jungkook, do you have big concerts? Do girls like your music?"
Jungkook forced a polite smile "Yeah, occasionally. It's quite different over there, you see." Desperate to break his cold exterior, you quietly slipped your hand under the heavy wooden table. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you tried to hold his hand, silently begging for forgiveness through your touch.The moment your skin brushed his, Jungkook flinched. Without a single glance at you, he sharply pulled his hand away, tucking it firmly into his lap.
Jungkook picked up his spoon, taking a large bite to distract himself. "Wow. This is tasty," he said aloud to your mother. Your mother beamed with prid "Oh, I am so glad you like it, Jungkook! Today, y/n made the entire dinner herself."
Jungkook froze. His hand stopped mid air, you let out a nervous chuckle and let out a teasing comment before your brain could stop you. "Well, he can't digest good things , right Koo?."
Jungkook didn't say a word. Instead, he reached straight for the bowl full of green chillies. Before anyone could stop him, Jungkook picked up a raw chilli and bit right into it. Then another and another. "Jungkook! Stop!" Your mother cried out, jumping up from her seat in absolute horror. The cousins gasped.
Your mother rushed over, swatting your arm angrily. "Y/N! What is wrong with you? Why you always tease him so ruthlessly?" She quickly grabbed a glass of cold water, pressing it into Jungkook's hands. "Here, drink this, dear boy! Stop eating that!"
Jungkook’s face was turning red, sweat breaking out across his forehead as his eyes watered. He didn't touch the water. He pushed the glass away, abruptly stood up and run toward his room.
Jungkook was pacing the room like a trapped animal, his throat was burning, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, he looked incredibly uncomfortable, You didn't care about his anger right now. You stepped into the room, holding a small bowl filled with a sweet paste, a spoon resting inside it.
"Get out," Jungkook choked, he didn't look at you. "I told you. Get the hell out of my room, y/n" You didn't listen. You took a step closer, scooping a small dollop of sweet onto the spoon. "Jungkook, stop being stubborn. Your mouth is burning. Just eat this."
"I said no!" Jungkook pushed your hand away. The spoon rattled against your fingers, but you didn't back down , you scooped again "Jungkook, please. Just take it." He pushed your hand away a second time, harder this time, "Don't touch me! Go back downstairs."
You ignored the sting of his words. For the third time, you stepped closer, pressing the spoon right against his tightly closed lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Eat it."
With a frustrated groan, Jungkook shoved your arm aside. You didn't let him breathe for the fourth time, you firmly pressed the sweet against his lips, refusing to back down. This time he gave up, hopened his mouth and let you feed him. His shoulders dropped. You quickly set the silver bowl away on a nearby.
Before he could say another word, You reached gently cupped his face your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones, forcing him to look at you. Jungkook’s breath hitched and then, you leaned in and kissed him. You loved your lips slowly gently like an unspoken apologies and terrifying love you had been burying inside your chest. Jungkook froze for a split second, his hands hovering in the air, before he completely surrendered. His arms wrapped fiercely around your waist, pulling you so tight against his chest , capturing your lips passionately.
When your lips finally parted, Jungkook didn't let you go. His grip on your waist tightened, He leaned down, his lips trailing a path from your mouth down to your jaw, pressing deep, breathless kisses against the sensitive skin there. A soft gasp escaped your throat as his mouth drifted lower, his lips finding the column of your neck, making your entire body shiver, you wrapped your arms fiercely around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder just to stay grounded.
Without breaking the rhythm of his kisses, Jungkook hooked his arms under your thighs and effortlessly lifted you off your feet. You clung to him as he carried you across the room gently lowering you onto the edge of the mattress as he leave over you. Jungkook captured your lips once more, his hand slid down from your waist.
His palm tracing your breast, his fingers pressing firmly against your nipples, squeezing gently through the silk of your dress as his mouth completely dominated yours.
With a breathless, trembling effort you placed your hands against his shoulder and firmly pushed him back, breaking the kiss. "Everyone is waiting, Jungkook," you whispered looking at him with wide, pleading eyes, your hand gently resting against his cheek. "Let's go. Please... it's just not the time." Jungkook closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours for a long, heavy moment as he forced his breathing to slow down.
The next morning in the kitchen you stood by the counter, quietly helping your mother chop vegetables. Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose were busy near the pots. Aunt Rose stirred the tea as she glanced over at you. She let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "My own daughters are getting older by the day, you know. Y/N is the eldest in this entire house. If she doesn’t get married soon, how the time ever going to come for my girls?"
You slammed your knife onto the board, your patience snapping. You turned around, crossing your arms tightly. "Don't worry about my marriage," you said "When the right time comes, and when I find someone I actually love.....I will get married."
The entire kitchen went dead silent. Your mother's jaw dropped in absolute horror. "Y/N!" your mother thundered with embarrassment. She stepped forward, grabbing your arm tightly. "How dare you speak back to your aunt like that? Where is your discipline? Say sorry to Rose right this instant!"
You stared at your mother "I won't," you whispered defiively before your mother could even react, you ripped your arm from her grip, and rushed straight out of the kitchen. Your mother closed her eyes, letting out a deeply humiliated sigh as she turned back to Rose.
"I am so incredibly sorry on her behalf, Rose," your mother murmured softly, "Please don't take her words to heart. Ji-hoon and I are already seeing a guy for her, the Kim family's son, Seokjin. If things get finalized, I will get her married off as soon as possible." A faint smirk spread on Rose lips.
You rush toward terrace to Jungkook , he was sitting showing your younger brothers his bicep. The second Jungkook lifted his head and saw you , his entire posture changed. He turned to your brothers "Right, boys. That's enough for today, yeah? Go down." The boys looked between the two of you, and quickly scrambled down the stairs, leaving the terrace completely silent.
You rushed forward, throwing your arms around Jungkook burying your face into his shoulder. You sobbed openly, your entire body trembling "Princess, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, love," Jungkook whispered, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist to hold you steady.
"Do something, Jungkook!" you cried out, "Do something, or you are just going to stand right here and watch someone else take me away from you!" Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, he gently rubbed your back. "Whoa, hold on. Who’s going to take you? Unless they’ve got a literal army, I think I can handle a few local lads, princess."
The teasing response hit your raw nerves like fire. The fear of your mother's words in the kitchen flashed in your mind. You violently shoved his chest, you glared at him through your tears. "I am serious, Jeon Jungkook! Stop treating everything like a bloody joke! Everyone downstairs is talking about my marriage right now! My mother is already looking at a guy! What am I supposed to do?"
Jungkook's eyes darken instantly. Before you could even take another breath, his hand shot out, locking around your wrist. With a sudden jerk, he pulled you forward, pinning your back on the railing. "No one," Jungkook hissed, he leaned down until his lips almost brushed yours. "No one can even think about touching you while I am standing here. Do you understand me? Look at me. Do you trust me?" Staring up into the fierce devotion in his eyes, your chest slowly melted away. You swallowed hard, and gave him a desperate nod. "Yes. I trust you." He didn't waste another second. He leaned in and captured your lips.
Your parents sat in the back of the car, your father's face was completely unreadable, your mother sat beside, her heart fluttering with the excitement of settling her only daughter into the most prestigious family in the city. The car pulled up to the grand, elegant gates of the Kim residence.
Jin's home was a masterpiece of modern sophistication and quiet luxury. The heavy front doors opened, and your parents were warmly welcomed inside by Jin's parents and his younger sister, Alice. "Ji-hoon, my friend!" Jin's father beamed, stepping forward to give your father a warm, respectful hug. "We have been waiting for your visit. Please, sit."
After the initial formal greetings, your mother and Jin's mother exchanged knowing, hopeful glances."We came here today to speak about something very close to our hearts," your father began, he looked straight at Jin's father. "We want to officially propose a union between our families. My daughter, and your eldest son, Seokjin."
Jin's mother’s face instantly lit up with pure joy. "There is nothing in this world that would make us more happier! Y/N is an absolute angel. Her voice, her manners...she is exactly the kind of daughter in law we have been praying for."
Right at that moment, Seokjin stepped into the living room, looking impeccably handsome.
"Ah, Seokjin, come here!" his father called out proudly, gesturing to the empty space beside him. "Your uncle Ji-hoon has just brought us the most wonderful news." Jin walked over bowing his head deeply to show his utmost respect to your parents. "Welcome to our home."
Your father looked up at Jin, examining his calm, mature demeanor, his steady eyes, and the quiet strength he carried. A rare, satisfied smile touched your father's lips. "Seokjin," your father said gently but firmly. "We have officially decided to give our daughter hand to you. The marriage is confirmed." Hearing the words out loud, Jin’s heart did a violent, soaring flip against his ribs. He looked down at his hands, trying to suppress the overjoyed smile spreading across his face. He remembered your tragic, beautiful eyes from the night you sang.
He was ready to spend the rest of his life making you happy."Thank you, Uncle," Jin whispered, his voice thick with absolute sincerity and respect. "I promise you...I will hold her happiness above my own, always." The elders instantly clapped, laughing and exchanging boxes of gifts. Alice giggled loudly, nudging her blushing brother's shoulder in celebration.
At night you were in your room when the door clicked shut without a single sound as a tall silhouette stepped inside. It was Jungkook , he walked toward the mattress where you sat. Your heart hammered as he sat right beside you, "Are you awake, love," he whispered, Before you could even answer, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his chest.
He leaned down, his warm lips capturing yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the damp strands of his dark hair as he pulled you down further onto the mattress. Jungkook pulled back his fingers drifted down to the top button of your top.
"Princess," he murmured. "Can I...can I take this off?" You stared up, and gave a slow nod. With that silent permission, his fingers pulling the silk fabric away from you. He moved to unhook your bra, letting the clothing slip down to the floor. Jungkook completely froze, staying raised above you on his elbows as your skin caught the cool night air. "Blimey," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with genuine wonder.
"You're absolutely stunning, love. I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my entire life." He leaned down, his lips moving with a slow, worshiping your breast , His hands traced your sides gently, his warm mouth giving all of his intense attention to your nipples.
You pulled his face closer against you, your voice trembling. "I love you," you gasped out. "Jungkook, I love you so much." He froze against your skin for a split second. He didn't speak a single word, but the deep, consuming way he captured your lips in a passionate kiss was all the answer you needed. He push his tongue inside your mouth consuming the warm saliva. As his hand keep squeezing your boobs , as if he could do it all day without rest , he pull back a lil , pulling his tee over his head throwing it on a random corner of your room .
And lean down kissing the sensitive skin of your neck while your hand trace his abs and chest backand forth.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, against his bulging length you could feel pulsing against you. "Fuck yeah.." You cursed low, head falling back on the pillows and Jungkook looked up, his own cock twitching at the sight of you.
"This here needs some attention too, hmm?" He rasped, hands slipping down from the curve of your waist, pulling your pants down your hips. Wasting no time in finding the wet mess you made of your panties. "Look at this." He grunted, hand cupping your clothed mound. "So wet." You exhaled and a whimper followed right after when he disposed you of them, exposing your deprived cunt to the cold air that had you clenching around nothing.
"And so fucking responsive." He breathed against your bare sex after moving his head down. The way his hands gripped your thighs, his fingers dug into your skin. Your legs draped over his shoulders, trembling."Jungkook—oh God!" You gasped and he groaned.
Burying his face in your wanting pussy. His mouth wrapped around your clit, tounge swiping and licking "Oh- mhm. Feels so good!" You moan out.A shaky exhale brushing against your folds.
"Ah fuck—Oh lord!" You fingers tear in his scalp and hips bucked against his face, eyes rolling back, toes curling . "Oh shit, princess" He whimpers against your cunt.
He swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to your clit before leaning back, your hands loosening their grip in his hair, half lidded eyes meeting his own before they trail down. "Y-You.." You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t have spoken even if you tried. "I'm a starved man, baby" he said leaning upward kissing you softly , just pressing his lips onto yours to keep you in senses.
"Hi." He breathed against you. You felt a shy smile twitch on your lips. "Hi." You reply just as breathlessly. He presses another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose. " Let me put it inside you, yeah?"
"Mhm." You mewl, hands softly going through the beautiful mess that you made of his hair. "What, use your words pretty lady?" He demanded, lips on your cheek. "Please fuck me." You whine and he bumped his nose against your face.
You can't help but grind against him, coaxing his cock back into hardness with your bare cunt against him. His hand trembling when they reached down to pull his pants out, pushing the fabric down his hips to reveal his boxers that were bounding his hard, leaking cock. He took himself in his fist, groaning when he pumped himself in one slow stroke. Eyes never leaving your wide ones like you weren’t sure if you should be impressed, intimidated, or both.
"You're too big."
"And you're gonna take every inch." He said it like a statement, finally leaning above you, the tip of his veiny cock to your slick folds. "Dear lord—" You gasp out loud, your heat stretching around. "Fucking hell." The sensation was overwhelming , you feel that your pussy going to split apart any moment now that's stopping him from moving.
"You're so tight , princess." He hisses out and squeezes your hips with great roughness. His jaw clenched, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he started to move his hips against yours, slow. Your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
“That’s right, I love you so much” he muttered, his face was buried in the crook of your shoulder. “You’re,fuck, you’re perfect m'love.”
"F-Faster! Please go faster!" His pace was unhurried but devastating, every pull and thrust deliberate. You couldn’t take that anymore and Jungkook couldn’t take keeping you unsatisfied.
His lips found the corner of your mouth, brushing a kiss before moving lower, his teeth grazing your jaw. His hands moved to your thighs, “taking me so well, was made for this cock.” your own body moved with his, meeting him with the same intensity, the same desperate need. "Yeah." He grunted, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your boobs.
The next day the atmosphere inside the drawing room was suffocatingly tense, Aunt Rose sat rigidly, her fingers tightly laced together as she looked across the room, "You talk as though the sun rises and sets purely for your own household," Aunt Rose taunted, "Do you honestly believe your daughter is the only pristine child in this family?" Yourmother slammed her palm flat against the table, "Keep my daughter’s name out of your mouth, Rose! There's a lot of things about your daughter i don't want to say , atleast my child is not like them. Mind your own daughter’s desperate behavior before you dare point fingers at mine!"
Aunt Rose gasped sharply, "Oh, really? You think she is so bloody innocent?"Uncle Jack grabbed Rose’s sleeve, his face pale as he tried to pull her back down to avoid a public scandal. "Rose, drop it right now. Don’t go causing a scene over absolutely nothing—"
"No, Jack, let her hear the truth!" Aunt Rose hissed, violently shaking off his hand. She raised her arm, pointing a finger directly toward the ceiling. "Oh, go see for yourself what your precious, perfect daughter is doing with that foreign music student up on the terrace right now! Go upstairs and look at your family 'honour' rotting away in the dark!"
A dead, terrifying silence instantly fell over the room. Your father, who had been sitting quietly by the fireplace, froze completely. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheek twitched, and his expression hardened into pure stone. Without uttering a single word, he stood up, as he began a menacing march toward the grand stairwell. Panicking, your mother hurried right behind him, her heart hammering against her ribs as she prayed Aunt Rose was lying to ruin their family name.
Up on the rooftop terrace, Jungkook had pulled you back against his chest, his large, warm hands splaying flat against your stomach, anchoring you to him. He was softly humming a your favorite song against the shell of your ear.
A breathless laugh escaped your lips as his lips brushed your jawline while he whispered "I could stay like this until the world ends,princess" He turned you around slowly within the tight circle of his arms until you were facing him. He cupped your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones with a tenderness that made your knees weak. "Just you and me. Tell me we don't need anything else."
You smiled up at him, your hands sliding up his chest, pulling yourself closer until there was no space left between you. "Jungkook, be serious," you breathed, your heart beat fast ,as your eyes dropped to his lips. "If my father catches us out here, he will absolutely ruin us."
Instead of stepping back, Jungkook’s grip tightened, pulling your hips flush against his. He let out a low, defiant chuckle, his gaze dropping to your mouth before rising back to your eyes. "Let him try," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were a mere breath away from yours. "I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care about their rules or what your family demands. I want you to promise me something right now."
He pressed his forehead gently against yours, "Promise me that no matter what lies they tell you, and no matter how hard they try to tear us apart, you won't let them change your mind about me. Promise me you'll belong only to me."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes , you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting your head up to close the agonizing gap between you. "I promise you, Jungkook," you swore softly, your lips brushing his as you spoke. "I am yours completely. It has only ever been you, and no one else will ever touch my heart. I will wait for you forever if I have to."
A soft groan escaped the back of Jungkook's throat at your words. He closed the distance entirely, his lips molding over yours in a deep, kiss that tasted of sweet desperation and unspoken vows. His hands slid up your spine, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel the frantic.
"I love you princess"
"I love you koo"
The heavy iron door of the terrace flew open, slamming violently against the wall and shattering the fragile paradise you had built in Jungkook's arms. You snapped apart instantly, gasping, your heart dropped straight into your stomach. Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim glow, was your entire family. Your father’s chest heaved, while Aunt Rose peeked over his shoulder with a smug, venomous grin.
Before you or Jungkook could even utter a word of defense, your mother lunged forward. Before you could even blink, her hand flew through the air, landing across your cheek with a sharp slap that echoed off the stone walls. Your head snapped back, the skin of your face instantly burning as tears erupted from your eyes.
"You shameless girl!" your mother hissed, her voice shaking with disgust as she grabbed your wrist, violently yanking you away from Jungkook.
"Y/N!" Jungkook roared, his eyes widening in pure horror. He instantly moved to step between you and your mother, his hands reaching out to protect you, but your father lunged forward, grabbing Jungkook by the collar and shoving him backward against the terrace railing, cutting off his path to you."Don't you dare lay a hand on my daughter!"
"Mumma, please! Stop! Let me go!" you begged frantically, "Jungkook! Father, please don't hurt him! It was my fault, please!" Your mother didn't listen to a single word. Devoid of any mercy, she dug her nails into your wrist, dragging you down the stairwell like a prisoner. You stumbled blindly down the steps, your tears blurring the sight of the plush velvet carpets and the pristine family portraits lining the walls.
You screamed and pleaded, but your mother remained entirely deaf to your cries, her only focus being to hide you away from the world.
She threw open the heavy door of your bedroom, violently shoving you inside so hard that you collapsed onto the floor, before slamming the door shut and turning the brass key with a sharp, final click.
Up on the terrace, Jungkook and your father standing, Your father stepped closer, his voice dropped "Remember that day in my study, Jungkook? You ask me about the fees for your classes?"Jungkook swallowed hard, he slowly nodded his head, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I remember, sir. You said you didn't want my money."
"Exactly," your father hissed, "I told you that, but I also told you that if the day ever came where I asked you for something in return, you would have to give it to me. Do you remember your promise, boy?"
"I do, but sir, please, anything else—"
"I am asking for that payment today," your father cut him off, he raised a finger, pointing it directly at Jungkook's chest. "Leave my daughter. Pack your things, leave this country, and never look back. I want you gone from her life. That is the price of my teaching. Now pay your debt and get out."
Jungkook felt the words strike him like a physical blow, he realized his beautiful dream was completely shattered Jungkook’s knees buckled under the crushing weight of those words, and for the first time, his fierce, protective stance completely crumbled. Tears broke free, spilling rapidly down his pale, bruised cheeks as he fell to his knees right there on the cold stone of the terrace, completely broken. He reached out with trembling hands, practically grovelling at your father’s leather brogues, entirely stripping away his pride.
"Sir, please... I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, his voice cracking into a raw, desperate shriek that pierced the silent night. "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving, heartless mask of aristocratic steel, entirely unmoved by the young man's agonizing despair. He coldly pulled his foot back from Jungkook’s grasp, looking down at him with nothing but disgust and unyielding authority.
He slowly pulled a silver pocket watch from his coat vest, clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it.
"You have exactly ten minutes," your father stated, his voice flat, hollow, and utterly devoid of mercy. "Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your wretched bags, and clear out of my estate. If I see your face inside my gates when the hand moves, I will have the authorities drag you away in chains. Pay your debt and leave."
Jungkook’s knees buckled under the weight of those words, his tears broke freely, as he fell to his knees right there "Sir, please...I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving. He slowly pulled a pocket watch clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it."You have exactly ten minutes, Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your bags, and clear out of my estate."
Jungkook looked up, searching the older man's eyes for a single shred of humanity, but he found absolutely nothing. Jungkook slowly forced himself to stand up on his trembling legs. He wiped his tears before turning around to pack his things and face the long, agonizing journey back to London.
Inside the suffocating darkness of your bedroom, Your frantic sobs echoed off the walls as you choked on your own tears. Suddenly, the door swung open, Daisy standing there, her eyes wide with sorrow and her face pale."Y/N," Daisy whispered, her voice trembling "He's going. Your father said, he said you can watch him one last time before he leaves."
The words hit you like an electric shock. Without a single second of hesitation, you pushed past her. You rushed downstairs "Jungkook!" you shrieked, But by the time your feet hit the bottom steps of the grand stairs, you froze, your breath completely catching in your throat. There he was, standing right at the main door of the estate. He was holding his suitcase, his shoulders slumped and shaking with silent, heavy sobs.
He didn't turn back, knowing that looking into your eyes would break whatever little strength he had left to fulfill his promise to your father. Without a single word, Jungkook stepped across the threshold, and the heavy front door began to swing shut, severing your world in two. You broke down completely sobbing so hard , it echoed in the whole estate, your mother started crying too , your sister rush toward you.
"Call my friend Mr. Kim , ask him to come with his family" your father said to his manager.
I just finished reading Eleanor and to be honest , the bonus part was my fav among all. And I don't mean others were not good i just loved the bonus one especially, like I read it with a calm mind not with a fear like omg what's gonna happen next , it was an amazing story, loved it.
Aww, this honestly made me so happy to read. The bonus part has a really special place in my heart too. After all the murders, lies, theories, and emotional damage, I just wanted to give the characters, and the readers a chance to breathe. I'm really glad it gave you that feeling.
Also thank you for sticking with Eleanor until the very end. Knowing you enjoyed the journey, and that the bonus chapter ended up being your favourite, genuinely means so much to me. 🫶🏼
Summary: They say your first love is unforgettable. For you, Jungkook was a beautiful dream that was brutally ripped away by family obligations. Enter Kim Seokjin. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a man you barely know. But how can you give your heart to your husband when it’s still bleeding for someone else?
When the ghosts of you past resurface, Jin does the unthinkable: he offers to let you go. Now, you must choose between the passionate boy who owns you memories, and the selfless man who holds your present.
Genre:- Romance, Drama, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Angst, Family Drama, Emotional Romance
Pairing: You × Jungkook , You × Seokjin
Warning: Pressure, Scheme, Shock, Humiliation, Flirt, Teasing, Pinning in wall, Tension, Slow Burn, secret love , Apologies, Kisses , Intimacy, Nudity, Arguments, Fighting, Pampering, Use of Nick names, Smut , Sensual sex, Missionary, Slap , Crying, Heartbreak, Devise, NHE
Masterlist
1: The Fire we Ignited
In your family, melody wasn't just an art form,it was a law. Your father was a legendary classical music maestro, respected across the country. Growing up as the only daughter of your parents, you were expected to be his ultimate legacy. He spent years passing down every intricate note, every complex vocal scale, and every bit of strict discipline to you. But being the eldest among a chaotic army of cousins, younger brothers, and sisters meant you also carried the weight of setting a perfect example. In a household where forty people lived under one roof, your family's musical reputation was everything. But right now, you didn't care about setting an example. You wanted to burn the house down.
"I am not giving him my room!" Your shouted as you glared at the two girls standing in front of you. Lily and Daisy, your family's house maids, jumped back in terror.
"Y/n, please, lower your voice," Lily whispered looking over her shoulder toward your father's private study. "Your dad is already furious. The landline hasn't stopped ringing all morning. The boy from London, his flight just landed."
"I don't care if his plane crashes," you snapped, "There are twelve empty guest rooms. Why am I being evicted from my own room?"
"Because he isn't just a guest," Daisy murmured softly, "He’s coming here to learn. Your father said he demands the absolute best, and everyone knows your room is the grandest, most beautiful in the entire mansion." Your father ruled this family estate like a 19th-century dictator. In his world, your obedience was a currency, and your personal freedom didn't exist. "He wants my room?" you whispered, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across your lips "Fine. Let him have it."
Lily and Daisy exchanged a terrified look. They knew that look on your face. It meant ruin."what are you going to do?" Lily asked, her voice trembling
The next morning, Your whole family standing at inner courtyard. You stood hidden on the second floor balcony, looking down. Then, the heavy iron gates swung open , out of a taxi stepped Jeon Jungkook. He was a complete cultural shock by the traditional estate. He wore an oversized black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt, loose fitting blue jeans, and thick soled boots. A heavy black guitar case was slung over his back, and a pair of dark two sitcase in hand, sunglasses hid his eyes. Jungkook took off his sunglasses, his jaw dropping as he looked around the mansion.
"Blimey," he muttered under his breath, "This place is massive." As he took a step forward, a loud, deep bleat echoed through the courtyard. Jungkook spun around, his eyes widening in absolute shock as he came face to face with a massive cow and a couple of goats tied near the stables. He stumbled back, completely caught off guard .
"Whoa! Hold on a minute!" Jungkook gasped, taking another blind step backward to avoid the cow. Splash! A massive wave of water erupted into the air. Jungkook had stepped straight over the central courtyard fountain. He went under for a split second before popping back up, completely drenched.
The courtyard instantly exploded into a roar of uncontrollable laughter. Your younger brothers and cousins pointed and giggle. Upstairs smirk spread across your face. He hadn't even reached your bedroom yet, and he was already a walking disaster.
"Oh, dear boy! Are you alright?" Your favorite uncle, Uncle Jack, rushed forward, chuckling as he extended a hand to pull a dripping, sputtering Jungkook out of the fountain pool. "I'm fine, completely fine, cheers uncle," Jungkook laughed, entirely unbothered by the embarrassment.
Your father and mother stepped forward to officially welcome him. While your father looked him in a disbelief, Before your father could speak, your two loudest aunts Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose pushed past the elders and reach him.
"Oh my, look at him! A bit wet, but he looks like a literal prince from a magazine!" Aunt Mary gushed, boldly reaching out to pinch his damp cheek. "Do all the boys in London look this handsome, or are we just lucky?"
Jungkook let out a laugh "Ah, Aunt, I think I'm the lucky one. If I knew the women in this house were this beautiful, I would have jumped into the fountain sooner just to get your attention."
Aunt Rose gasped, slapping his wet shoulder playfully while giggling like a schoolgirl. "Oh, stop it! He has a silver tongue! Come, we must get you some warm tea before you catch a cold."
"That's enough gossip for the morning," your mother interrupted gently, offering a polite smile to the guest before turning to the staff corridor. "Harry! Come here. Take Mr. Jeon's show him up to his room immediately so he can change."
The door of your room open, you didn't look up. You stood by the grand iron stand at the center of the room, calmly striking a match to light a fresh candle. Your two younger sisters, Mia and Chloe, were standing right beside you. The second they saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, their jaws dropped. They giggled behind their hands, shoved the holders into your arms, and rushed out of the room before you could even glare at them.
Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the doorframe as he looked around. "Wow, What a grand room," he said, he stepped inside, dragging his wet boots across the floor. "Hey, hi. Myself Jungkook. You can call me Koo. Your good name?"
"Y/n," you replied coldly. "Beautiful," he smirked, stepping closer. "Can I call you princess?"
"No. Only y/n." You struck another match. This time, as you brought the flame down , you lifted your head. Your eyes locked directly onto his. You kept lighting the candles, one by one, moving the flame blindly from holder to holder, completely refusing to break eye contact. It was a silent challenge a war. Jungkook smiled at your stubbornness. "What's the meaning of your name?"
"It's not necessary for everything to have a meaning," you said, Jungkook tilted his head, his smirk widening as he took another slow step forward. "And it's not necessary to lit each candle looking into my eyes."
"You look away first," you dared him. "No chance," he whispered. "How can I look away when your eyes are holding mine?" Suddenly, he was standing too close. You could see the water droplets still clinging to his eyelashes.
"Your eyes are weird," you murmured, refusing to back down even though your heart was starting to hammer against your ribs.
"How?" he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back up. "It's like a sour lemon," you snapped, Jungkook let out a soft laugh, his chest almost brushing yours. "Wow. So sweet." He glanced down at the burning candle in your steady hand.
"Blink away, y/n. Or the melting wax will burn your skin."
"Let's see who looks away first," you challenged. Jungkook’s eyes darkened with an intense playful gravity. He leaned in just an inch closer, his breath fanning across your cheek. "If you won't look away...you will fall in love with me." The words hit you like a sudden physical shock. Your eyes widened, your eyelids flinching as you automatically blinked realizing how dangerously close you were to him. Without saying a single word, you blew out the match, spun on your heel, and practically sprinted out of the room, leaving Jungkook standing alone.
The next morning, as you walked toward your new room, you spotted a group of your cousin sisters gathered by the balcony railing, whispering and giggling. You walked over and looked down into the courtyard. Your jaw dropped, down below, completely ignoring the weather there was Jungkook . He had clearly just taken a shower, he was wearing nothing but a large white towel wrapped securely around his waist. He had headphone he was completely lost in the music, doing a chaotic, high energy dance right in front of the cows.
You felt a rush of heat fly to your cheeks. "Girls! Bad manners!" you snapped, clapping your hands to break your cousins'. "Go back to your rooms, now!" The girls giggled loudly, teasing you with their eyes, before scrambling down the hall. You followed them as they piled straight into Grandma’s room.
Five of your cousin sisters, you, and Grandma all sat together Grandma, whose eyes had grown completely blind with age, smiled warmly "What is all this whispering about?" Grandma asked.
"Grandma, it's the new guest from London!" one of your cousins chimed in excitedly. "He’s down there dancing in a towel!" Grandma chuckled. "Oh? And how does this foreign boy look?"
"Sharp jaw , muscular body with boba eyes and bunny teeth!" your cousin giggled.
"No," you interjected sharply, crossing your arms with a huff. "He’s a maniac. A complete lunatic." The room erupted into a roar of laughter. But before the laughter could even die down, a smooth, deep voice cut through the air from the doorway.
"Oi, why is everyone laughing? Tell me the joke, I'll also laugh!" Everyone froze. You spun around, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Jungkook was standing right in the doorway of Grandma's room still in nothing but his waist towel, his shoulders shivering slightly from the cold. "Why are you here like this?!" you shouted, instantly standing up to shield your younger cousins' eyes. "Have you no shame? Go back to your room!"
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, giving a helpless, boyish grin. "I would, but I lost my way, haven't I? This house is a proper maze. I can't find my room."
You let out a frustrated groan, marching past him into the corridor. "Come. Follow me." Jungkook walked quickly behind you as you led him down the hallway. You didn't look back once, keeping your pace fast as you scolded him over your shoulder. "This is a respectable house, Jungkook. We have elders, we have rules. You can't just walk around half naked dancing with farm animals! It's freezing outside, and you are acting like a"
In a split second, a firm hand gripped your wrist, pulling you backward. Before you could even gasp, your back hit the cold stone wall with a dull thud. Jungkook stepped closser, his chest almost brushing yours. He planted one hand firmly on the wall right beside your head, effectively pinning you between his arm and his body. He was standing too close. He leaned down slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, completely trapping your gaze just like before.
"Why are you always so angry with me, y/n?" he whispered sending a sudden shiver straight down your spine. Suddenly, his ears twitched sound of heavy shoes clicked against the marble steps. "Someone is coming," Jungkook whispered, he dropped his hand from the wall and stepped back.
Your trembling knees barely held you up, but you forced yourself to move without looking back, you turned and walked quickly toward his room. You stopped right outside the heavy door of his bedroom ,your old bedroom , pointed at it sharply, refusing to look him in the eye. "Get in and change." Jungkook stepped inside, he paused. He turned his head back toward you.
"Thanks, by the way," he murmured softly, he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on your face for a fraction of a second. "And for the record, your eyes are beautiful. Not like mine."
Before you could even process the words, Jungkook slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. You stood frozen.
The mansion was completely dark by midnight, as you walked past the upper balcony, you spotted a familiar silhouette lurking , It was Jungkook. He was peeking anxiously through the cracked door of your father’s private study room, his shoulders tense. You quietly walked toward crossing your arms as you stopped right behind him. "What’s wrong, mister?" you whispered sharply.
Jungkook jumped slightly, spinning around with wide eyes. He let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Blimey, princess, you scared me," he whispered back, he pointed a finger toward the study door. "Your father....he looks terrifying, doesn't he? How am I supposed to go in there and talk to him?"
A mischievous idea instantly sparked in your mind. This was the perfect chance to embarrass him. You put on a perfectly serious, innocent face and leaned closer. "Well, if you want him to like you, you have to follow our traditions. In our culture, when a student meets a legendary master, they must lie down fully on the elder's legs to seek blessings. Go on, do that. He will love it."
Jungkook blinked, looking incredibly confused. "Really? Lie down on his legs? Alright, if you say so..." Trusting your words completely, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked straight into the study. Your father was reading a book. Before your father could even react, Jungkook knelt down and fully laid across your father's legs, gripping his ankles tightly. Your father froze in absolute shock. Within seconds, his face hardened into a scowl.
"What is this nonsense?!" your father thundered, pushing Jungkook back sharply. "What kind of behavior is this? Stand up!" Jungkook scrambled to his feet, his face completely falling in hurt, deeply embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered, looking down at his feet. "I thought it was a tradition."
Watching from the door, the smile died on your lips seeing his face look so completely crushed and humiliated made a strange, sudden ache hit your chest. You felt horribly bad for what you did, though you couldn't understand why his sadness mattered to you so much. Your father let out a heavy sigh as he looked at Jungkook's genuinely apologetic face.
"Okay, forget that," your father said, his voice softening slightly. "Are you truly serious about learning our classical music?"Jungkook lifted his head, his dark eyes instantly shining with deep, unyielding passion. "Yes, sir. More than anything. I want to learn the true soul of your music." Your father stared at him for a long moment, testing his sincerity, before giving a firm nod. "Good. Then from tomorrow, your training begins strictly at sharp 6:00 AM. Do not be a single minute late."
Jungkook's eyes lit up with relief. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek leather wallet. "Thank you, sir. Um, can you show me how much I need to pay for the tuition? I can write a check or pay in cash right now." Your father’s expression instantly turned incredibly solemn, his eyes reflecting the deep pride of a true maestro. He fold his hands behind his back.
"My talent and my knowledge are not for sale, Jungkook," your father said, "I do not take money for my art. But... if required, I will ask you for something one day. Not money, but anything else I choose." Jungkook looked surprised, but he nodded respectfully, bowing his head.
"Whatever you ask, sir. It's a promise."
The next morning, the mansion was cold still dark, by 5:45 AM, your father was already perfectly dressed, sitting the harmonium sat before him. You sat a few feet away, as you prepared for your own morning scales. Your father glanced at the clock on the wall. The ticking sound was deafening."It is 5:55 AM," your father stated, "Go wake him up, Y/n. If he is not seated here by the strike of six, his training ends before it even begins."
You stood up quickly, your heart doing a strange flutter. You hurried up the staircase, your mind racing. You couldn't wait to see his face. You pushed his bedroom door open, ready to gloat. Instead, you froze your jaw dropping in absolute horror. The room condition was a complete disaster. It looked like a bomb had gone off. Jungkook’s leather jackets and shirts were thrown everywhere across the floor. The unspooled tape was tangled like a spiderweb around the desk legs and Jungkook? He was completely passed out, tangled in the heavy blankets on the floor.
"Jungkook! Wake up!" you panicked, rushing into the haze. If your father saw this chaos, you would be grounded for a month. You lunged forward, grabbing the edge of his blanket and pulling it hard. "Get up! It's already six!" You didn't realize that Jungkook’s foot was completely wrapped in the tangled as you pulled the blanket, your foot caught on the broken wooden frame of the collapsed bed.Your balance snapped as you fall above him.
Your hands planted firmly against a bare, muscular chest your face hovering mere inches from his. The sudden impact jarred Jungkook awake. His dark eyes flew open, blinking rapidly for a second, he looked completely disoriented. But as his vision cleared and he realized you were lying directly on top of him, a slow, lazy smirk began to cut through his face.
"Well, good morning to you too, princess. Is this another one of your traditional blessings?"
Four months flew beautifully, the girl who swore to make Jungkook’s life a living hell was completely gone. In her place was someone who counted the minutes until 6:00 AM. You and Jungkook had become practically inseparable. You learned music together under your father's strict gaze, your voices slowly learning to blend perfectly during the long morning scale practices. You ate lunch together in the chaotic, crowded dining hall, where Jungkook had expertly learned to navigate the spicy traditional food, making your aunts beam with pride. In the afternoons, when the heat was too intense, you, Jungkook, and your army of cousins would gather in the courtyard to play cards, laugh, and listen to his rock cassette tapes. He wasn't a stranger anymore, he was the very heartbeat of the house.
Today, a quiet, undeniable realization settled into the spaces between you. It happened during a late afternoon game of carrom in the veranda with Lily, Daisy, and your younger brothers. Jungkook sat down opposite you across the wooden board, the background noise completely faded. The gaze he gave you was heavy, soft, and filled with deep affection that made your lungs feel completely empty.
You couldn't deny it anymore, you liked him. You liked him so much it terrified you. Jungkook flicked the striker carelessly, completely missing the coin, his eyes never breaking away from your face. A small smile touched his lips, as if he could read your heart from across the board.
At night ypu were on your terrace , the stone floor was cool against your bare feet as you stood by the carved stone railing, staring up at the endless blanket of stars. Suddenly, a sudden warmth enveloped you. Two strong arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling your back against a solid chest.
"Ah!" You let out a sharp gasp, you swung your elbow back, hitting his arm hard. "Get off me!"
"Ow! princess, it’s just me!" Jungkook groaned, instantly pulling away and rubbing his forearm with a dramatic wince. "You’ve got a lethal elbow." You spun around, your chest heaving as you glared at him, though your heart was hammering for an entirely different reason now.
"Are you mad? Sneaking up on me like a thief! What if someone saw you?"
"Nobody saw me," Jungkook chuckled, stepping closer until he was leaning against the railing right next to you, "Everyone’s fast asleep. Couldn't sleep myself. Kept thinking about a certain sour lemon."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Jungkook tilted his head, his playful expression suddenly softening, he reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin.
"I love..." Jungkook murmured, his voice dropped. You froze, your eyes widening as you stared at him. The entire world seemed to stop spinning. Your heart stopped beating. Did he just say...?
"Say it," you whispered, your voice trembling as you searched his eyes, desperately needing to hear the rest. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "...your hair."
Your jaw dropped but you still put your hopes up. "And?"
"Your eyes," he teased, stepping an inch closer. "And?" you demanded, crossing your arms. "Your dressing style," he chuckled, his dimples popping out in full force.
"And?"
"Your dad, your mom, Aunt Mary, Aunt Rose..." Jungkook rattled off, grinning like a schoolboy as he counted them on his fingers.
"Ugh! You are insufferable!" you snapped, your romantic expectations completely shattered. You stepped forward and slapped his chest hard. "Stay here! I'm going back inside!" You spun on your heel to march toward the terrace doors, but you didn't even make it a foot away. Jungkook’s hand shot out, his fingers locking firmly around your wrist. With a sudden, effortless jerk, he pulled you backward, you tumbled straight back into his chest, his other arm instantly locking around your waist to trap you against him.
"Hold on," he whispered, "I wasn't finished, princess."
"I love you, Y/N. The whole bloody lot of you." Before your brain could even process the words, Jungkook leaned down and then, his lips met yours. The kiss was everything you hadn't realized you were waiting for , soft at first, a gentle, hesitant question, before deepening into something fierce, passionate, and consuming. Your hands automatically found their way to his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as you melted into his warmth, your heart exploding into a wild, frantic rhythm.
Out of no were the sudden realization flooded your mind like ice water , you were on the roof, in the middle of the night, kissing your father’s student. You abruptly pulled away from him, your breathing ragged, your lips tingling as you stared at Jungkook with wide, terrified eyes.
"Y/n, wait—" Jungkook reached out, his hand cutting through the air to catch you. But you were already moving. Without looking back at him once, You flew down the stairs, your heart hammering against your ribs, leaving Jungkook standing entirely alone.
The next morning, the heavy cloud of last night’s storm still hung over the estate. But the mansion was loud as Your father’s oldest and wealthiest friend was arriving with his family from the city. Your heart was in your throat as you walked quickly down the quiet corridor, trying to reach your room to change your clothes.
Suddenly, the same pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling you "Why did you run away last night, princess?" Jungkook’s voice was a soft, breathless whisper against your ear.
"Jungkook, let go!" you panicked, "Leave me! Someone will come down this hallway at any second!"
"Let them," he murmured stubbornly, tightening his grip, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I don't care anymore. I love you, baby look at me."
"Jungkook, I said stop!" You tried to twist out of his arms, but his embrace was a solid wall. The panic of your father walking in, combined with the pressure of the guests arriving downstairs, completely overwhelmed your brain.
In a flash of second you violently spun around in his arms and slap him , the sharp, stinging sound echoed. Your hand remained frozen in the air, your palm burning. Jungkook’s head was turned to the side from the force of the blow. He didn't say a single word. He slowly dropped his hands to his sides, took a step back, and looked at you as if you were a complete stranger. Before you could even open your mouth to apologize, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked straight into his bedroom, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. The sound of the lock sliding into place felt like a knife to your chest.
You threw yourself against the closed door, banging your fists against the dark wood. "Jungkook! Jungkook, please open the door! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just scared! Please!" Inside, you could hear the heavy sounds of him dragging his trunk across the floor, probably packing his bags , the fear of him leaving.
"Jungkook, stop it! Open the door!" you begged, tears finally spilling over your eyelashes. "You love me, right? If you love me, you have to open this door!" The packing sounds suddenly stopped. Jungkook finally spoke, his voice didn't sound like him anymore.
"I don't love you," his voice cut through the door, "I don't even like you. You don't deserve my love."
The words hit you like a physical blow . The guilt in your stomach instantly twistef , your tears dried up, replaced by a toxic, defensive anger. If he was going to push you away when you were begging, you weren't going to let him see you look weak. You stepped back from the door, wiping your cheeks aggressively, your voice hardening into a bitter shout.
"Fine! Then stay locked in there! Today, a lot of people are coming to this house. Someone out there will obviously like me! So stay right there and watch!" You spun on your heel and marched down the hallway, your heart was completely bleeding.
You getting ready still thinking about Jungkook , feeling guilty but angry too.
"Y/n come your father calling you guest came " Lily said peek inside your room . You just give her a faint nod.
When you descended the stairs, you saw the grand hall completely packed. Your father's oldest friends and their extended families had taken over the low seating arrangements. But at the center of the room sat the most prominent guests of the evening.
The Kim family, there was the father, a dignified businessman, the mother, a gentle woman and their youngest daughter, Alice, who was exactly your age, looking around the grand estate with bright, curious eyes you saw him, there was the eldest son Kim Seokjin. Jin sat perfectly straight, dressed like royalty.
Unlike Jungkook's wild, windswept energy, Jin exuded absolute stillness. He was talking softly to an elder, bowing his head respectfully with a gentle smile that immediately calmed the chaotic room. "Ah, here she is!" your father announced proudly as you stepped onto the main floor.
"Come sit, y/n," your mother smiled, gesturing to the cushion "Everyone has traveled so far. After all, everyone know how good you are at singing , It is only fair that you grace us with a song."
You felt a heavy lump form in your throat. You didn't want to sing. Your heart was bleeding, fractured by the fight with Jungkook just an hour ago. But looking at your father’s unyielding eyes, you knew you couldn't refuse. You sat down, you closed your eyes, and as you drew in air. When you opened your mouth, the melody that poured out wasn't just a song , it was raw, devastating emotion.
Across the hall, Jin completely froze. The polite smile vanished from his face. His dark, deep eyes locked onto your face. As your voice hit the high, melancholic notes, Jin lost himself looking at you. He didn't blink. He didn't hear the chatter around him anymore. To Jin, the entire crowded room had completely vanished, leaving only you, your tragic eyes, and the beautiful, heartbreaking melody pouring from your soul.
After the gathering, the guests dispersed into the gardens for dinner. Jin, overwhelmed by the evening, had walked away from the crowd, sitting completely alone staring blankly at the ground.
"So, this is where you're hiding!" A cheerful voice broke his thoughts. Alice walked over, as she sat down right next to her brother, a knowing, mischievous smirk on her face. "Alice," Jin murmured, shifting slightly, "Shouldn't you be with the other girls?"
"I came here to find you, oppa," Alice teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I practically dragged Mom and Dad to this estate today just so you and y/n could meet. C'mon, she’s right there. Go talk to her!" Jin immediately hesitated, looking down at his hand.
"I can't, Alice. I shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Look at her," Jin whispered softly, looking across the lawn to where you stood. "She’s too good. Too beautiful. And her talent, her voice belongs to the heavens. Why would a girl like her ever want to talk to someone as ordinary as me?"
Alice’s face softened, and she fiercely grabbed her brother’s arm. "Don't say that! My brother isn't less than anyone in this world. You are kind, intelligent, and you are way better than her! Stop doubting yourself. Come on." She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Just tell me one thing... do you like her?"
The question caught Jin completely off guard. A deep blush instantly rushed up his neck, coloring his cheeks as a shy, breathless smile touched his lips. He looked over at you one more time.
"Yes," Jin whispered softly, his voice full of absolute sincerity. "I do. I really do."
The midnight had settled into a quiet, but inside the private chambers of your parents, a major turning point was taking place. Your father stood by the wide balcony window, looking out. He was lost in deep thought. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped gently around his neck from behind. Your mother smiled softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked out at the stars with him.
"Ji-hoon," she murmured, "I’ve been thinking about something for y/n all evening. I think Jin, your friend's son, is the absolute best match for her." Your father didn't move, but a slight frown touched his forehead. "Marriage?" he questioned, his voice low and serious. "She is still so young. There is no need to rush her into a commitment."
Your mother pulled away with a gentle laugh, walking over to the large traditional bed. She sat down smoothly on the mattress. "She will always be a child for us, Ji-hoon. But look at the Kim family. They are respectable, cultured, and Jin... Jin is a gem of a man. Did you see the way he looked at her when she sang? He would keep our daughter like a queen."
Your father stood silent for a long moment. He respected his friend, and he knew Jin’s reputation as a man. Finally, a faint nod broke his strict posture. "Okay then," your father said, "If you think it is right, I will talk to my friend about it tomorrow." Your mother couldn't help but let out a joyful, victorious giggle, her heart swelling with the excitement of planning her only daughter’s grand future.
The next evening, the grand dining hall was packed with the entire extended family sat together for dinner. Jungkook sat right in the middle, but his usual bright energy was completely gone. He looked staring straight at his plate, completely ignoring your presence. You sat right beside him. Lily and Daisy moved quickly around the circle, serving food. Your cousin sisters, entirely oblivious to the tension, immediately began bombarding Jungkook with questions. "Jungkook, do you have big concerts? Do girls like your music?"
Jungkook forced a polite smile "Yeah, occasionally. It's quite different over there, you see." Desperate to break his cold exterior, you quietly slipped your hand under the heavy wooden table. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you tried to hold his hand, silently begging for forgiveness through your touch.The moment your skin brushed his, Jungkook flinched. Without a single glance at you, he sharply pulled his hand away, tucking it firmly into his lap.
Jungkook picked up his spoon, taking a large bite to distract himself. "Wow. This is tasty," he said aloud to your mother. Your mother beamed with prid "Oh, I am so glad you like it, Jungkook! Today, y/n made the entire dinner herself."
Jungkook froze. His hand stopped mid air, you let out a nervous chuckle and let out a teasing comment before your brain could stop you. "Well, he can't digest good things , right Koo?."
Jungkook didn't say a word. Instead, he reached straight for the bowl full of green chillies. Before anyone could stop him, Jungkook picked up a raw chilli and bit right into it. Then another and another. "Jungkook! Stop!" Your mother cried out, jumping up from her seat in absolute horror. The cousins gasped.
Your mother rushed over, swatting your arm angrily. "Y/N! What is wrong with you? Why you always tease him so ruthlessly?" She quickly grabbed a glass of cold water, pressing it into Jungkook's hands. "Here, drink this, dear boy! Stop eating that!"
Jungkook’s face was turning red, sweat breaking out across his forehead as his eyes watered. He didn't touch the water. He pushed the glass away, abruptly stood up and run toward his room.
Jungkook was pacing the room like a trapped animal, his throat was burning, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, he looked incredibly uncomfortable, You didn't care about his anger right now. You stepped into the room, holding a small bowl filled with a sweet paste, a spoon resting inside it.
"Get out," Jungkook choked, he didn't look at you. "I told you. Get the hell out of my room, y/n" You didn't listen. You took a step closer, scooping a small dollop of sweet onto the spoon. "Jungkook, stop being stubborn. Your mouth is burning. Just eat this."
"I said no!" Jungkook pushed your hand away. The spoon rattled against your fingers, but you didn't back down , you scooped again "Jungkook, please. Just take it." He pushed your hand away a second time, harder this time, "Don't touch me! Go back downstairs."
You ignored the sting of his words. For the third time, you stepped closer, pressing the spoon right against his tightly closed lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Eat it."
With a frustrated groan, Jungkook shoved your arm aside. You didn't let him breathe for the fourth time, you firmly pressed the sweet against his lips, refusing to back down. This time he gave up, hopened his mouth and let you feed him. His shoulders dropped. You quickly set the silver bowl away on a nearby.
Before he could say another word, You reached gently cupped his face your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones, forcing him to look at you. Jungkook’s breath hitched and then, you leaned in and kissed him. You loved your lips slowly gently like an unspoken apologies and terrifying love you had been burying inside your chest. Jungkook froze for a split second, his hands hovering in the air, before he completely surrendered. His arms wrapped fiercely around your waist, pulling you so tight against his chest , capturing your lips passionately.
When your lips finally parted, Jungkook didn't let you go. His grip on your waist tightened, He leaned down, his lips trailing a path from your mouth down to your jaw, pressing deep, breathless kisses against the sensitive skin there. A soft gasp escaped your throat as his mouth drifted lower, his lips finding the column of your neck, making your entire body shiver, you wrapped your arms fiercely around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder just to stay grounded.
Without breaking the rhythm of his kisses, Jungkook hooked his arms under your thighs and effortlessly lifted you off your feet. You clung to him as he carried you across the room gently lowering you onto the edge of the mattress as he leave over you. Jungkook captured your lips once more, his hand slid down from your waist.
His palm tracing your breast, his fingers pressing firmly against your nipples, squeezing gently through the silk of your dress as his mouth completely dominated yours.
With a breathless, trembling effort you placed your hands against his shoulder and firmly pushed him back, breaking the kiss. "Everyone is waiting, Jungkook," you whispered looking at him with wide, pleading eyes, your hand gently resting against his cheek. "Let's go. Please... it's just not the time." Jungkook closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours for a long, heavy moment as he forced his breathing to slow down.
The next morning in the kitchen you stood by the counter, quietly helping your mother chop vegetables. Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose were busy near the pots. Aunt Rose stirred the tea as she glanced over at you. She let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "My own daughters are getting older by the day, you know. Y/N is the eldest in this entire house. If she doesn’t get married soon, how the time ever going to come for my girls?"
You slammed your knife onto the board, your patience snapping. You turned around, crossing your arms tightly. "Don't worry about my marriage," you said "When the right time comes, and when I find someone I actually love.....I will get married."
The entire kitchen went dead silent. Your mother's jaw dropped in absolute horror. "Y/N!" your mother thundered with embarrassment. She stepped forward, grabbing your arm tightly. "How dare you speak back to your aunt like that? Where is your discipline? Say sorry to Rose right this instant!"
You stared at your mother "I won't," you whispered defiively before your mother could even react, you ripped your arm from her grip, and rushed straight out of the kitchen. Your mother closed her eyes, letting out a deeply humiliated sigh as she turned back to Rose.
"I am so incredibly sorry on her behalf, Rose," your mother murmured softly, "Please don't take her words to heart. Ji-hoon and I are already seeing a guy for her, the Kim family's son, Seokjin. If things get finalized, I will get her married off as soon as possible." A faint smirk spread on Rose lips.
You rush toward terrace to Jungkook , he was sitting showing your younger brothers his bicep. The second Jungkook lifted his head and saw you , his entire posture changed. He turned to your brothers "Right, boys. That's enough for today, yeah? Go down." The boys looked between the two of you, and quickly scrambled down the stairs, leaving the terrace completely silent.
You rushed forward, throwing your arms around Jungkook burying your face into his shoulder. You sobbed openly, your entire body trembling "Princess, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, love," Jungkook whispered, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist to hold you steady.
"Do something, Jungkook!" you cried out, "Do something, or you are just going to stand right here and watch someone else take me away from you!" Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, he gently rubbed your back. "Whoa, hold on. Who’s going to take you? Unless they’ve got a literal army, I think I can handle a few local lads, princess."
The teasing response hit your raw nerves like fire. The fear of your mother's words in the kitchen flashed in your mind. You violently shoved his chest, you glared at him through your tears. "I am serious, Jeon Jungkook! Stop treating everything like a bloody joke! Everyone downstairs is talking about my marriage right now! My mother is already looking at a guy! What am I supposed to do?"
Jungkook's eyes darken instantly. Before you could even take another breath, his hand shot out, locking around your wrist. With a sudden jerk, he pulled you forward, pinning your back on the railing. "No one," Jungkook hissed, he leaned down until his lips almost brushed yours. "No one can even think about touching you while I am standing here. Do you understand me? Look at me. Do you trust me?" Staring up into the fierce devotion in his eyes, your chest slowly melted away. You swallowed hard, and gave him a desperate nod. "Yes. I trust you." He didn't waste another second. He leaned in and captured your lips.
Your parents sat in the back of the car, your father's face was completely unreadable, your mother sat beside, her heart fluttering with the excitement of settling her only daughter into the most prestigious family in the city. The car pulled up to the grand, elegant gates of the Kim residence.
Jin's home was a masterpiece of modern sophistication and quiet luxury. The heavy front doors opened, and your parents were warmly welcomed inside by Jin's parents and his younger sister, Alice. "Ji-hoon, my friend!" Jin's father beamed, stepping forward to give your father a warm, respectful hug. "We have been waiting for your visit. Please, sit."
After the initial formal greetings, your mother and Jin's mother exchanged knowing, hopeful glances."We came here today to speak about something very close to our hearts," your father began, he looked straight at Jin's father. "We want to officially propose a union between our families. My daughter, and your eldest son, Seokjin."
Jin's mother’s face instantly lit up with pure joy. "There is nothing in this world that would make us more happier! Y/N is an absolute angel. Her voice, her manners...she is exactly the kind of daughter in law we have been praying for."
Right at that moment, Seokjin stepped into the living room, looking impeccably handsome.
"Ah, Seokjin, come here!" his father called out proudly, gesturing to the empty space beside him. "Your uncle Ji-hoon has just brought us the most wonderful news." Jin walked over bowing his head deeply to show his utmost respect to your parents. "Welcome to our home."
Your father looked up at Jin, examining his calm, mature demeanor, his steady eyes, and the quiet strength he carried. A rare, satisfied smile touched your father's lips. "Seokjin," your father said gently but firmly. "We have officially decided to give our daughter hand to you. The marriage is confirmed." Hearing the words out loud, Jin’s heart did a violent, soaring flip against his ribs. He looked down at his hands, trying to suppress the overjoyed smile spreading across his face. He remembered your tragic, beautiful eyes from the night you sang.
He was ready to spend the rest of his life making you happy."Thank you, Uncle," Jin whispered, his voice thick with absolute sincerity and respect. "I promise you...I will hold her happiness above my own, always." The elders instantly clapped, laughing and exchanging boxes of gifts. Alice giggled loudly, nudging her blushing brother's shoulder in celebration.
At night you were in your room when the door clicked shut without a single sound as a tall silhouette stepped inside. It was Jungkook , he walked toward the mattress where you sat. Your heart hammered as he sat right beside you, "Are you awake, love," he whispered, Before you could even answer, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his chest.
He leaned down, his warm lips capturing yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the damp strands of his dark hair as he pulled you down further onto the mattress. Jungkook pulled back his fingers drifted down to the top button of your top.
"Princess," he murmured. "Can I...can I take this off?" You stared up, and gave a slow nod. With that silent permission, his fingers pulling the silk fabric away from you. He moved to unhook your bra, letting the clothing slip down to the floor. Jungkook completely froze, staying raised above you on his elbows as your skin caught the cool night air. "Blimey," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with genuine wonder.
"You're absolutely stunning, love. I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my entire life." He leaned down, his lips moving with a slow, worshiping your breast , His hands traced your sides gently, his warm mouth giving all of his intense attention to your nipples.
You pulled his face closer against you, your voice trembling. "I love you," you gasped out. "Jungkook, I love you so much." He froze against your skin for a split second. He didn't speak a single word, but the deep, consuming way he captured your lips in a passionate kiss was all the answer you needed. He push his tongue inside your mouth consuming the warm saliva. As his hand keep squeezing your boobs , as if he could do it all day without rest , he pull back a lil , pulling his tee over his head throwing it on a random corner of your room .
And lean down kissing the sensitive skin of your neck while your hand trace his abs and chest backand forth.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, against his bulging length you could feel pulsing against you. "Fuck yeah.." You cursed low, head falling back on the pillows and Jungkook looked up, his own cock twitching at the sight of you.
"This here needs some attention too, hmm?" He rasped, hands slipping down from the curve of your waist, pulling your pants down your hips. Wasting no time in finding the wet mess you made of your panties. "Look at this." He grunted, hand cupping your clothed mound. "So wet." You exhaled and a whimper followed right after when he disposed you of them, exposing your deprived cunt to the cold air that had you clenching around nothing.
"And so fucking responsive." He breathed against your bare sex after moving his head down. The way his hands gripped your thighs, his fingers dug into your skin. Your legs draped over his shoulders, trembling."Jungkook—oh God!" You gasped and he groaned.
Burying his face in your wanting pussy. His mouth wrapped around your clit, tounge swiping and licking "Oh- mhm. Feels so good!" You moan out.A shaky exhale brushing against your folds.
"Ah fuck—Oh lord!" You fingers tear in his scalp and hips bucked against his face, eyes rolling back, toes curling . "Oh shit, princess" He whimpers against your cunt.
He swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to your clit before leaning back, your hands loosening their grip in his hair, half lidded eyes meeting his own before they trail down. "Y-You.." You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t have spoken even if you tried. "I'm a starved man, baby" he said leaning upward kissing you softly , just pressing his lips onto yours to keep you in senses.
"Hi." He breathed against you. You felt a shy smile twitch on your lips. "Hi." You reply just as breathlessly. He presses another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose. " Let me put it inside you, yeah?"
"Mhm." You mewl, hands softly going through the beautiful mess that you made of his hair. "What, use your words pretty lady?" He demanded, lips on your cheek. "Please fuck me." You whine and he bumped his nose against your face.
You can't help but grind against him, coaxing his cock back into hardness with your bare cunt against him. His hand trembling when they reached down to pull his pants out, pushing the fabric down his hips to reveal his boxers that were bounding his hard, leaking cock. He took himself in his fist, groaning when he pumped himself in one slow stroke. Eyes never leaving your wide ones like you weren’t sure if you should be impressed, intimidated, or both.
"You're too big."
"And you're gonna take every inch." He said it like a statement, finally leaning above you, the tip of his veiny cock to your slick folds. "Dear lord—" You gasp out loud, your heat stretching around. "Fucking hell." The sensation was overwhelming , you feel that your pussy going to split apart any moment now that's stopping him from moving.
"You're so tight , princess." He hisses out and squeezes your hips with great roughness. His jaw clenched, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he started to move his hips against yours, slow. Your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
“That’s right, I love you so much” he muttered, his face was buried in the crook of your shoulder. “You’re,fuck, you’re perfect m'love.”
"F-Faster! Please go faster!" His pace was unhurried but devastating, every pull and thrust deliberate. You couldn’t take that anymore and Jungkook couldn’t take keeping you unsatisfied.
His lips found the corner of your mouth, brushing a kiss before moving lower, his teeth grazing your jaw. His hands moved to your thighs, “taking me so well, was made for this cock.” your own body moved with his, meeting him with the same intensity, the same desperate need. "Yeah." He grunted, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your boobs.
The next day the atmosphere inside the drawing room was suffocatingly tense, Aunt Rose sat rigidly, her fingers tightly laced together as she looked across the room, "You talk as though the sun rises and sets purely for your own household," Aunt Rose taunted, "Do you honestly believe your daughter is the only pristine child in this family?" Yourmother slammed her palm flat against the table, "Keep my daughter’s name out of your mouth, Rose! There's a lot of things about your daughter i don't want to say , atleast my child is not like them. Mind your own daughter’s desperate behavior before you dare point fingers at mine!"
Aunt Rose gasped sharply, "Oh, really? You think she is so bloody innocent?"Uncle Jack grabbed Rose’s sleeve, his face pale as he tried to pull her back down to avoid a public scandal. "Rose, drop it right now. Don’t go causing a scene over absolutely nothing—"
"No, Jack, let her hear the truth!" Aunt Rose hissed, violently shaking off his hand. She raised her arm, pointing a finger directly toward the ceiling. "Oh, go see for yourself what your precious, perfect daughter is doing with that foreign music student up on the terrace right now! Go upstairs and look at your family 'honour' rotting away in the dark!"
A dead, terrifying silence instantly fell over the room. Your father, who had been sitting quietly by the fireplace, froze completely. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheek twitched, and his expression hardened into pure stone. Without uttering a single word, he stood up, as he began a menacing march toward the grand stairwell. Panicking, your mother hurried right behind him, her heart hammering against her ribs as she prayed Aunt Rose was lying to ruin their family name.
Up on the rooftop terrace, Jungkook had pulled you back against his chest, his large, warm hands splaying flat against your stomach, anchoring you to him. He was softly humming a your favorite song against the shell of your ear.
A breathless laugh escaped your lips as his lips brushed your jawline while he whispered "I could stay like this until the world ends,princess" He turned you around slowly within the tight circle of his arms until you were facing him. He cupped your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones with a tenderness that made your knees weak. "Just you and me. Tell me we don't need anything else."
You smiled up at him, your hands sliding up his chest, pulling yourself closer until there was no space left between you. "Jungkook, be serious," you breathed, your heart beat fast ,as your eyes dropped to his lips. "If my father catches us out here, he will absolutely ruin us."
Instead of stepping back, Jungkook’s grip tightened, pulling your hips flush against his. He let out a low, defiant chuckle, his gaze dropping to your mouth before rising back to your eyes. "Let him try," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were a mere breath away from yours. "I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care about their rules or what your family demands. I want you to promise me something right now."
He pressed his forehead gently against yours, "Promise me that no matter what lies they tell you, and no matter how hard they try to tear us apart, you won't let them change your mind about me. Promise me you'll belong only to me."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes , you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting your head up to close the agonizing gap between you. "I promise you, Jungkook," you swore softly, your lips brushing his as you spoke. "I am yours completely. It has only ever been you, and no one else will ever touch my heart. I will wait for you forever if I have to."
A soft groan escaped the back of Jungkook's throat at your words. He closed the distance entirely, his lips molding over yours in a deep, kiss that tasted of sweet desperation and unspoken vows. His hands slid up your spine, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel the frantic.
"I love you princess"
"I love you koo"
The heavy iron door of the terrace flew open, slamming violently against the wall and shattering the fragile paradise you had built in Jungkook's arms. You snapped apart instantly, gasping, your heart dropped straight into your stomach. Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim glow, was your entire family. Your father’s chest heaved, while Aunt Rose peeked over his shoulder with a smug, venomous grin.
Before you or Jungkook could even utter a word of defense, your mother lunged forward. Before you could even blink, her hand flew through the air, landing across your cheek with a sharp slap that echoed off the stone walls. Your head snapped back, the skin of your face instantly burning as tears erupted from your eyes.
"You shameless girl!" your mother hissed, her voice shaking with disgust as she grabbed your wrist, violently yanking you away from Jungkook.
"Y/N!" Jungkook roared, his eyes widening in pure horror. He instantly moved to step between you and your mother, his hands reaching out to protect you, but your father lunged forward, grabbing Jungkook by the collar and shoving him backward against the terrace railing, cutting off his path to you."Don't you dare lay a hand on my daughter!"
"Mumma, please! Stop! Let me go!" you begged frantically, "Jungkook! Father, please don't hurt him! It was my fault, please!" Your mother didn't listen to a single word. Devoid of any mercy, she dug her nails into your wrist, dragging you down the stairwell like a prisoner. You stumbled blindly down the steps, your tears blurring the sight of the plush velvet carpets and the pristine family portraits lining the walls.
You screamed and pleaded, but your mother remained entirely deaf to your cries, her only focus being to hide you away from the world.
She threw open the heavy door of your bedroom, violently shoving you inside so hard that you collapsed onto the floor, before slamming the door shut and turning the brass key with a sharp, final click.
Up on the terrace, Jungkook and your father standing, Your father stepped closer, his voice dropped "Remember that day in my study, Jungkook? You ask me about the fees for your classes?"Jungkook swallowed hard, he slowly nodded his head, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I remember, sir. You said you didn't want my money."
"Exactly," your father hissed, "I told you that, but I also told you that if the day ever came where I asked you for something in return, you would have to give it to me. Do you remember your promise, boy?"
"I do, but sir, please, anything else—"
"I am asking for that payment today," your father cut him off, he raised a finger, pointing it directly at Jungkook's chest. "Leave my daughter. Pack your things, leave this country, and never look back. I want you gone from her life. That is the price of my teaching. Now pay your debt and get out."
Jungkook felt the words strike him like a physical blow, he realized his beautiful dream was completely shattered Jungkook’s knees buckled under the crushing weight of those words, and for the first time, his fierce, protective stance completely crumbled. Tears broke free, spilling rapidly down his pale, bruised cheeks as he fell to his knees right there on the cold stone of the terrace, completely broken. He reached out with trembling hands, practically grovelling at your father’s leather brogues, entirely stripping away his pride.
"Sir, please... I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, his voice cracking into a raw, desperate shriek that pierced the silent night. "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving, heartless mask of aristocratic steel, entirely unmoved by the young man's agonizing despair. He coldly pulled his foot back from Jungkook’s grasp, looking down at him with nothing but disgust and unyielding authority.
He slowly pulled a silver pocket watch from his coat vest, clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it.
"You have exactly ten minutes," your father stated, his voice flat, hollow, and utterly devoid of mercy. "Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your wretched bags, and clear out of my estate. If I see your face inside my gates when the hand moves, I will have the authorities drag you away in chains. Pay your debt and leave."
Jungkook’s knees buckled under the weight of those words, his tears broke freely, as he fell to his knees right there "Sir, please...I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving. He slowly pulled a pocket watch clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it."You have exactly ten minutes, Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your bags, and clear out of my estate."
Jungkook looked up, searching the older man's eyes for a single shred of humanity, but he found absolutely nothing. Jungkook slowly forced himself to stand up on his trembling legs. He wiped his tears before turning around to pack his things and face the long, agonizing journey back to London.
Inside the suffocating darkness of your bedroom, Your frantic sobs echoed off the walls as you choked on your own tears. Suddenly, the door swung open, Daisy standing there, her eyes wide with sorrow and her face pale."Y/N," Daisy whispered, her voice trembling "He's going. Your father said, he said you can watch him one last time before he leaves."
The words hit you like an electric shock. Without a single second of hesitation, you pushed past her. You rushed downstairs "Jungkook!" you shrieked, But by the time your feet hit the bottom steps of the grand stairs, you froze, your breath completely catching in your throat. There he was, standing right at the main door of the estate. He was holding his suitcase, his shoulders slumped and shaking with silent, heavy sobs.
He didn't turn back, knowing that looking into your eyes would break whatever little strength he had left to fulfill his promise to your father. Without a single word, Jungkook stepped across the threshold, and the heavy front door began to swing shut, severing your world in two. You broke down completely sobbing so hard , it echoed in the whole estate, your mother started crying too , your sister rush toward you.
"Call my friend Mr. Kim , ask him to come with his family" your father said to his manager.
Summary: They say your first love is unforgettable. For you, Jungkook was a beautiful dream that was brutally ripped away by family obligations. Enter Kim Seokjin. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a man you barely know. But how can you give your heart to your husband when it’s still bleeding for someone else?
When the ghosts of you past resurface, Jin does the unthinkable: he offers to let you go. Now, you must choose between the passionate boy who owns you memories, and the selfless man who holds your present.
Genre:- Romance, Drama, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Angst, Family Drama, Emotional Romance
Pairing: You × Jungkook , You × Seokjin
Warning: Pressure, Scheme, Shock, Humiliation, Flirt, Teasing, Pinning in wall, Tension, Slow Burn, secret love , Apologies, Kisses , Intimacy, Nudity, Arguments, Fighting, Pampering, Use of Nick names, Smut , Sensual sex, Missionary, Slap , Crying, Heartbreak, Devise, NHE
Masterlist
1: The Fire we Ignited
In your family, melody wasn't just an art form,it was a law. Your father was a legendary classical music maestro, respected across the country. Growing up as the only daughter of your parents, you were expected to be his ultimate legacy. He spent years passing down every intricate note, every complex vocal scale, and every bit of strict discipline to you. But being the eldest among a chaotic army of cousins, younger brothers, and sisters meant you also carried the weight of setting a perfect example. In a household where forty people lived under one roof, your family's musical reputation was everything. But right now, you didn't care about setting an example. You wanted to burn the house down.
"I am not giving him my room!" Your shouted as you glared at the two girls standing in front of you. Lily and Daisy, your family's house maids, jumped back in terror.
"Y/n, please, lower your voice," Lily whispered looking over her shoulder toward your father's private study. "Your dad is already furious. The landline hasn't stopped ringing all morning. The boy from London, his flight just landed."
"I don't care if his plane crashes," you snapped, "There are twelve empty guest rooms. Why am I being evicted from my own room?"
"Because he isn't just a guest," Daisy murmured softly, "He’s coming here to learn. Your father said he demands the absolute best, and everyone knows your room is the grandest, most beautiful in the entire mansion." Your father ruled this family estate like a 19th-century dictator. In his world, your obedience was a currency, and your personal freedom didn't exist. "He wants my room?" you whispered, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across your lips "Fine. Let him have it."
Lily and Daisy exchanged a terrified look. They knew that look on your face. It meant ruin."what are you going to do?" Lily asked, her voice trembling
The next morning, Your whole family standing at inner courtyard. You stood hidden on the second floor balcony, looking down. Then, the heavy iron gates swung open , out of a taxi stepped Jeon Jungkook. He was a complete cultural shock by the traditional estate. He wore an oversized black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt, loose fitting blue jeans, and thick soled boots. A heavy black guitar case was slung over his back, and a pair of dark two sitcase in hand, sunglasses hid his eyes. Jungkook took off his sunglasses, his jaw dropping as he looked around the mansion.
"Blimey," he muttered under his breath, "This place is massive." As he took a step forward, a loud, deep bleat echoed through the courtyard. Jungkook spun around, his eyes widening in absolute shock as he came face to face with a massive cow and a couple of goats tied near the stables. He stumbled back, completely caught off guard .
"Whoa! Hold on a minute!" Jungkook gasped, taking another blind step backward to avoid the cow. Splash! A massive wave of water erupted into the air. Jungkook had stepped straight over the central courtyard fountain. He went under for a split second before popping back up, completely drenched.
The courtyard instantly exploded into a roar of uncontrollable laughter. Your younger brothers and cousins pointed and giggle. Upstairs smirk spread across your face. He hadn't even reached your bedroom yet, and he was already a walking disaster.
"Oh, dear boy! Are you alright?" Your favorite uncle, Uncle Jack, rushed forward, chuckling as he extended a hand to pull a dripping, sputtering Jungkook out of the fountain pool. "I'm fine, completely fine, cheers uncle," Jungkook laughed, entirely unbothered by the embarrassment.
Your father and mother stepped forward to officially welcome him. While your father looked him in a disbelief, Before your father could speak, your two loudest aunts Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose pushed past the elders and reach him.
"Oh my, look at him! A bit wet, but he looks like a literal prince from a magazine!" Aunt Mary gushed, boldly reaching out to pinch his damp cheek. "Do all the boys in London look this handsome, or are we just lucky?"
Jungkook let out a laugh "Ah, Aunt, I think I'm the lucky one. If I knew the women in this house were this beautiful, I would have jumped into the fountain sooner just to get your attention."
Aunt Rose gasped, slapping his wet shoulder playfully while giggling like a schoolgirl. "Oh, stop it! He has a silver tongue! Come, we must get you some warm tea before you catch a cold."
"That's enough gossip for the morning," your mother interrupted gently, offering a polite smile to the guest before turning to the staff corridor. "Harry! Come here. Take Mr. Jeon's show him up to his room immediately so he can change."
The door of your room open, you didn't look up. You stood by the grand iron stand at the center of the room, calmly striking a match to light a fresh candle. Your two younger sisters, Mia and Chloe, were standing right beside you. The second they saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, their jaws dropped. They giggled behind their hands, shoved the holders into your arms, and rushed out of the room before you could even glare at them.
Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the doorframe as he looked around. "Wow, What a grand room," he said, he stepped inside, dragging his wet boots across the floor. "Hey, hi. Myself Jungkook. You can call me Koo. Your good name?"
"Y/n," you replied coldly. "Beautiful," he smirked, stepping closer. "Can I call you princess?"
"No. Only y/n." You struck another match. This time, as you brought the flame down , you lifted your head. Your eyes locked directly onto his. You kept lighting the candles, one by one, moving the flame blindly from holder to holder, completely refusing to break eye contact. It was a silent challenge a war. Jungkook smiled at your stubbornness. "What's the meaning of your name?"
"It's not necessary for everything to have a meaning," you said, Jungkook tilted his head, his smirk widening as he took another slow step forward. "And it's not necessary to lit each candle looking into my eyes."
"You look away first," you dared him. "No chance," he whispered. "How can I look away when your eyes are holding mine?" Suddenly, he was standing too close. You could see the water droplets still clinging to his eyelashes.
"Your eyes are weird," you murmured, refusing to back down even though your heart was starting to hammer against your ribs.
"How?" he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back up. "It's like a sour lemon," you snapped, Jungkook let out a soft laugh, his chest almost brushing yours. "Wow. So sweet." He glanced down at the burning candle in your steady hand.
"Blink away, y/n. Or the melting wax will burn your skin."
"Let's see who looks away first," you challenged. Jungkook’s eyes darkened with an intense playful gravity. He leaned in just an inch closer, his breath fanning across your cheek. "If you won't look away...you will fall in love with me." The words hit you like a sudden physical shock. Your eyes widened, your eyelids flinching as you automatically blinked realizing how dangerously close you were to him. Without saying a single word, you blew out the match, spun on your heel, and practically sprinted out of the room, leaving Jungkook standing alone.
The next morning, as you walked toward your new room, you spotted a group of your cousin sisters gathered by the balcony railing, whispering and giggling. You walked over and looked down into the courtyard. Your jaw dropped, down below, completely ignoring the weather there was Jungkook . He had clearly just taken a shower, he was wearing nothing but a large white towel wrapped securely around his waist. He had headphone he was completely lost in the music, doing a chaotic, high energy dance right in front of the cows.
You felt a rush of heat fly to your cheeks. "Girls! Bad manners!" you snapped, clapping your hands to break your cousins'. "Go back to your rooms, now!" The girls giggled loudly, teasing you with their eyes, before scrambling down the hall. You followed them as they piled straight into Grandma’s room.
Five of your cousin sisters, you, and Grandma all sat together Grandma, whose eyes had grown completely blind with age, smiled warmly "What is all this whispering about?" Grandma asked.
"Grandma, it's the new guest from London!" one of your cousins chimed in excitedly. "He’s down there dancing in a towel!" Grandma chuckled. "Oh? And how does this foreign boy look?"
"Sharp jaw , muscular body with boba eyes and bunny teeth!" your cousin giggled.
"No," you interjected sharply, crossing your arms with a huff. "He’s a maniac. A complete lunatic." The room erupted into a roar of laughter. But before the laughter could even die down, a smooth, deep voice cut through the air from the doorway.
"Oi, why is everyone laughing? Tell me the joke, I'll also laugh!" Everyone froze. You spun around, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Jungkook was standing right in the doorway of Grandma's room still in nothing but his waist towel, his shoulders shivering slightly from the cold. "Why are you here like this?!" you shouted, instantly standing up to shield your younger cousins' eyes. "Have you no shame? Go back to your room!"
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, giving a helpless, boyish grin. "I would, but I lost my way, haven't I? This house is a proper maze. I can't find my room."
You let out a frustrated groan, marching past him into the corridor. "Come. Follow me." Jungkook walked quickly behind you as you led him down the hallway. You didn't look back once, keeping your pace fast as you scolded him over your shoulder. "This is a respectable house, Jungkook. We have elders, we have rules. You can't just walk around half naked dancing with farm animals! It's freezing outside, and you are acting like a"
In a split second, a firm hand gripped your wrist, pulling you backward. Before you could even gasp, your back hit the cold stone wall with a dull thud. Jungkook stepped closser, his chest almost brushing yours. He planted one hand firmly on the wall right beside your head, effectively pinning you between his arm and his body. He was standing too close. He leaned down slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, completely trapping your gaze just like before.
"Why are you always so angry with me, y/n?" he whispered sending a sudden shiver straight down your spine. Suddenly, his ears twitched sound of heavy shoes clicked against the marble steps. "Someone is coming," Jungkook whispered, he dropped his hand from the wall and stepped back.
Your trembling knees barely held you up, but you forced yourself to move without looking back, you turned and walked quickly toward his room. You stopped right outside the heavy door of his bedroom ,your old bedroom , pointed at it sharply, refusing to look him in the eye. "Get in and change." Jungkook stepped inside, he paused. He turned his head back toward you.
"Thanks, by the way," he murmured softly, he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on your face for a fraction of a second. "And for the record, your eyes are beautiful. Not like mine."
Before you could even process the words, Jungkook slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. You stood frozen.
The mansion was completely dark by midnight, as you walked past the upper balcony, you spotted a familiar silhouette lurking , It was Jungkook. He was peeking anxiously through the cracked door of your father’s private study room, his shoulders tense. You quietly walked toward crossing your arms as you stopped right behind him. "What’s wrong, mister?" you whispered sharply.
Jungkook jumped slightly, spinning around with wide eyes. He let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Blimey, princess, you scared me," he whispered back, he pointed a finger toward the study door. "Your father....he looks terrifying, doesn't he? How am I supposed to go in there and talk to him?"
A mischievous idea instantly sparked in your mind. This was the perfect chance to embarrass him. You put on a perfectly serious, innocent face and leaned closer. "Well, if you want him to like you, you have to follow our traditions. In our culture, when a student meets a legendary master, they must lie down fully on the elder's legs to seek blessings. Go on, do that. He will love it."
Jungkook blinked, looking incredibly confused. "Really? Lie down on his legs? Alright, if you say so..." Trusting your words completely, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked straight into the study. Your father was reading a book. Before your father could even react, Jungkook knelt down and fully laid across your father's legs, gripping his ankles tightly. Your father froze in absolute shock. Within seconds, his face hardened into a scowl.
"What is this nonsense?!" your father thundered, pushing Jungkook back sharply. "What kind of behavior is this? Stand up!" Jungkook scrambled to his feet, his face completely falling in hurt, deeply embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered, looking down at his feet. "I thought it was a tradition."
Watching from the door, the smile died on your lips seeing his face look so completely crushed and humiliated made a strange, sudden ache hit your chest. You felt horribly bad for what you did, though you couldn't understand why his sadness mattered to you so much. Your father let out a heavy sigh as he looked at Jungkook's genuinely apologetic face.
"Okay, forget that," your father said, his voice softening slightly. "Are you truly serious about learning our classical music?"Jungkook lifted his head, his dark eyes instantly shining with deep, unyielding passion. "Yes, sir. More than anything. I want to learn the true soul of your music." Your father stared at him for a long moment, testing his sincerity, before giving a firm nod. "Good. Then from tomorrow, your training begins strictly at sharp 6:00 AM. Do not be a single minute late."
Jungkook's eyes lit up with relief. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek leather wallet. "Thank you, sir. Um, can you show me how much I need to pay for the tuition? I can write a check or pay in cash right now." Your father’s expression instantly turned incredibly solemn, his eyes reflecting the deep pride of a true maestro. He fold his hands behind his back.
"My talent and my knowledge are not for sale, Jungkook," your father said, "I do not take money for my art. But... if required, I will ask you for something one day. Not money, but anything else I choose." Jungkook looked surprised, but he nodded respectfully, bowing his head.
"Whatever you ask, sir. It's a promise."
The next morning, the mansion was cold still dark, by 5:45 AM, your father was already perfectly dressed, sitting the harmonium sat before him. You sat a few feet away, as you prepared for your own morning scales. Your father glanced at the clock on the wall. The ticking sound was deafening."It is 5:55 AM," your father stated, "Go wake him up, Y/n. If he is not seated here by the strike of six, his training ends before it even begins."
You stood up quickly, your heart doing a strange flutter. You hurried up the staircase, your mind racing. You couldn't wait to see his face. You pushed his bedroom door open, ready to gloat. Instead, you froze your jaw dropping in absolute horror. The room condition was a complete disaster. It looked like a bomb had gone off. Jungkook’s leather jackets and shirts were thrown everywhere across the floor. The unspooled tape was tangled like a spiderweb around the desk legs and Jungkook? He was completely passed out, tangled in the heavy blankets on the floor.
"Jungkook! Wake up!" you panicked, rushing into the haze. If your father saw this chaos, you would be grounded for a month. You lunged forward, grabbing the edge of his blanket and pulling it hard. "Get up! It's already six!" You didn't realize that Jungkook’s foot was completely wrapped in the tangled as you pulled the blanket, your foot caught on the broken wooden frame of the collapsed bed.Your balance snapped as you fall above him.
Your hands planted firmly against a bare, muscular chest your face hovering mere inches from his. The sudden impact jarred Jungkook awake. His dark eyes flew open, blinking rapidly for a second, he looked completely disoriented. But as his vision cleared and he realized you were lying directly on top of him, a slow, lazy smirk began to cut through his face.
"Well, good morning to you too, princess. Is this another one of your traditional blessings?"
Four months flew beautifully, the girl who swore to make Jungkook’s life a living hell was completely gone. In her place was someone who counted the minutes until 6:00 AM. You and Jungkook had become practically inseparable. You learned music together under your father's strict gaze, your voices slowly learning to blend perfectly during the long morning scale practices. You ate lunch together in the chaotic, crowded dining hall, where Jungkook had expertly learned to navigate the spicy traditional food, making your aunts beam with pride. In the afternoons, when the heat was too intense, you, Jungkook, and your army of cousins would gather in the courtyard to play cards, laugh, and listen to his rock cassette tapes. He wasn't a stranger anymore, he was the very heartbeat of the house.
Today, a quiet, undeniable realization settled into the spaces between you. It happened during a late afternoon game of carrom in the veranda with Lily, Daisy, and your younger brothers. Jungkook sat down opposite you across the wooden board, the background noise completely faded. The gaze he gave you was heavy, soft, and filled with deep affection that made your lungs feel completely empty.
You couldn't deny it anymore, you liked him. You liked him so much it terrified you. Jungkook flicked the striker carelessly, completely missing the coin, his eyes never breaking away from your face. A small smile touched his lips, as if he could read your heart from across the board.
At night ypu were on your terrace , the stone floor was cool against your bare feet as you stood by the carved stone railing, staring up at the endless blanket of stars. Suddenly, a sudden warmth enveloped you. Two strong arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling your back against a solid chest.
"Ah!" You let out a sharp gasp, you swung your elbow back, hitting his arm hard. "Get off me!"
"Ow! princess, it’s just me!" Jungkook groaned, instantly pulling away and rubbing his forearm with a dramatic wince. "You’ve got a lethal elbow." You spun around, your chest heaving as you glared at him, though your heart was hammering for an entirely different reason now.
"Are you mad? Sneaking up on me like a thief! What if someone saw you?"
"Nobody saw me," Jungkook chuckled, stepping closer until he was leaning against the railing right next to you, "Everyone’s fast asleep. Couldn't sleep myself. Kept thinking about a certain sour lemon."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Jungkook tilted his head, his playful expression suddenly softening, he reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin.
"I love..." Jungkook murmured, his voice dropped. You froze, your eyes widening as you stared at him. The entire world seemed to stop spinning. Your heart stopped beating. Did he just say...?
"Say it," you whispered, your voice trembling as you searched his eyes, desperately needing to hear the rest. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "...your hair."
Your jaw dropped but you still put your hopes up. "And?"
"Your eyes," he teased, stepping an inch closer. "And?" you demanded, crossing your arms. "Your dressing style," he chuckled, his dimples popping out in full force.
"And?"
"Your dad, your mom, Aunt Mary, Aunt Rose..." Jungkook rattled off, grinning like a schoolboy as he counted them on his fingers.
"Ugh! You are insufferable!" you snapped, your romantic expectations completely shattered. You stepped forward and slapped his chest hard. "Stay here! I'm going back inside!" You spun on your heel to march toward the terrace doors, but you didn't even make it a foot away. Jungkook’s hand shot out, his fingers locking firmly around your wrist. With a sudden, effortless jerk, he pulled you backward, you tumbled straight back into his chest, his other arm instantly locking around your waist to trap you against him.
"Hold on," he whispered, "I wasn't finished, princess."
"I love you, Y/N. The whole bloody lot of you." Before your brain could even process the words, Jungkook leaned down and then, his lips met yours. The kiss was everything you hadn't realized you were waiting for , soft at first, a gentle, hesitant question, before deepening into something fierce, passionate, and consuming. Your hands automatically found their way to his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as you melted into his warmth, your heart exploding into a wild, frantic rhythm.
Out of no were the sudden realization flooded your mind like ice water , you were on the roof, in the middle of the night, kissing your father’s student. You abruptly pulled away from him, your breathing ragged, your lips tingling as you stared at Jungkook with wide, terrified eyes.
"Y/n, wait—" Jungkook reached out, his hand cutting through the air to catch you. But you were already moving. Without looking back at him once, You flew down the stairs, your heart hammering against your ribs, leaving Jungkook standing entirely alone.
The next morning, the heavy cloud of last night’s storm still hung over the estate. But the mansion was loud as Your father’s oldest and wealthiest friend was arriving with his family from the city. Your heart was in your throat as you walked quickly down the quiet corridor, trying to reach your room to change your clothes.
Suddenly, the same pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling you "Why did you run away last night, princess?" Jungkook’s voice was a soft, breathless whisper against your ear.
"Jungkook, let go!" you panicked, "Leave me! Someone will come down this hallway at any second!"
"Let them," he murmured stubbornly, tightening his grip, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I don't care anymore. I love you, baby look at me."
"Jungkook, I said stop!" You tried to twist out of his arms, but his embrace was a solid wall. The panic of your father walking in, combined with the pressure of the guests arriving downstairs, completely overwhelmed your brain.
In a flash of second you violently spun around in his arms and slap him , the sharp, stinging sound echoed. Your hand remained frozen in the air, your palm burning. Jungkook’s head was turned to the side from the force of the blow. He didn't say a single word. He slowly dropped his hands to his sides, took a step back, and looked at you as if you were a complete stranger. Before you could even open your mouth to apologize, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked straight into his bedroom, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. The sound of the lock sliding into place felt like a knife to your chest.
You threw yourself against the closed door, banging your fists against the dark wood. "Jungkook! Jungkook, please open the door! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just scared! Please!" Inside, you could hear the heavy sounds of him dragging his trunk across the floor, probably packing his bags , the fear of him leaving.
"Jungkook, stop it! Open the door!" you begged, tears finally spilling over your eyelashes. "You love me, right? If you love me, you have to open this door!" The packing sounds suddenly stopped. Jungkook finally spoke, his voice didn't sound like him anymore.
"I don't love you," his voice cut through the door, "I don't even like you. You don't deserve my love."
The words hit you like a physical blow . The guilt in your stomach instantly twistef , your tears dried up, replaced by a toxic, defensive anger. If he was going to push you away when you were begging, you weren't going to let him see you look weak. You stepped back from the door, wiping your cheeks aggressively, your voice hardening into a bitter shout.
"Fine! Then stay locked in there! Today, a lot of people are coming to this house. Someone out there will obviously like me! So stay right there and watch!" You spun on your heel and marched down the hallway, your heart was completely bleeding.
You getting ready still thinking about Jungkook , feeling guilty but angry too.
"Y/n come your father calling you guest came " Lily said peek inside your room . You just give her a faint nod.
When you descended the stairs, you saw the grand hall completely packed. Your father's oldest friends and their extended families had taken over the low seating arrangements. But at the center of the room sat the most prominent guests of the evening.
The Kim family, there was the father, a dignified businessman, the mother, a gentle woman and their youngest daughter, Alice, who was exactly your age, looking around the grand estate with bright, curious eyes you saw him, there was the eldest son Kim Seokjin. Jin sat perfectly straight, dressed like royalty.
Unlike Jungkook's wild, windswept energy, Jin exuded absolute stillness. He was talking softly to an elder, bowing his head respectfully with a gentle smile that immediately calmed the chaotic room. "Ah, here she is!" your father announced proudly as you stepped onto the main floor.
"Come sit, y/n," your mother smiled, gesturing to the cushion "Everyone has traveled so far. After all, everyone know how good you are at singing , It is only fair that you grace us with a song."
You felt a heavy lump form in your throat. You didn't want to sing. Your heart was bleeding, fractured by the fight with Jungkook just an hour ago. But looking at your father’s unyielding eyes, you knew you couldn't refuse. You sat down, you closed your eyes, and as you drew in air. When you opened your mouth, the melody that poured out wasn't just a song , it was raw, devastating emotion.
Across the hall, Jin completely froze. The polite smile vanished from his face. His dark, deep eyes locked onto your face. As your voice hit the high, melancholic notes, Jin lost himself looking at you. He didn't blink. He didn't hear the chatter around him anymore. To Jin, the entire crowded room had completely vanished, leaving only you, your tragic eyes, and the beautiful, heartbreaking melody pouring from your soul.
After the gathering, the guests dispersed into the gardens for dinner. Jin, overwhelmed by the evening, had walked away from the crowd, sitting completely alone staring blankly at the ground.
"So, this is where you're hiding!" A cheerful voice broke his thoughts. Alice walked over, as she sat down right next to her brother, a knowing, mischievous smirk on her face. "Alice," Jin murmured, shifting slightly, "Shouldn't you be with the other girls?"
"I came here to find you, oppa," Alice teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I practically dragged Mom and Dad to this estate today just so you and y/n could meet. C'mon, she’s right there. Go talk to her!" Jin immediately hesitated, looking down at his hand.
"I can't, Alice. I shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Look at her," Jin whispered softly, looking across the lawn to where you stood. "She’s too good. Too beautiful. And her talent, her voice belongs to the heavens. Why would a girl like her ever want to talk to someone as ordinary as me?"
Alice’s face softened, and she fiercely grabbed her brother’s arm. "Don't say that! My brother isn't less than anyone in this world. You are kind, intelligent, and you are way better than her! Stop doubting yourself. Come on." She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Just tell me one thing... do you like her?"
The question caught Jin completely off guard. A deep blush instantly rushed up his neck, coloring his cheeks as a shy, breathless smile touched his lips. He looked over at you one more time.
"Yes," Jin whispered softly, his voice full of absolute sincerity. "I do. I really do."
The midnight had settled into a quiet, but inside the private chambers of your parents, a major turning point was taking place. Your father stood by the wide balcony window, looking out. He was lost in deep thought. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped gently around his neck from behind. Your mother smiled softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked out at the stars with him.
"Ji-hoon," she murmured, "I’ve been thinking about something for y/n all evening. I think Jin, your friend's son, is the absolute best match for her." Your father didn't move, but a slight frown touched his forehead. "Marriage?" he questioned, his voice low and serious. "She is still so young. There is no need to rush her into a commitment."
Your mother pulled away with a gentle laugh, walking over to the large traditional bed. She sat down smoothly on the mattress. "She will always be a child for us, Ji-hoon. But look at the Kim family. They are respectable, cultured, and Jin... Jin is a gem of a man. Did you see the way he looked at her when she sang? He would keep our daughter like a queen."
Your father stood silent for a long moment. He respected his friend, and he knew Jin’s reputation as a man. Finally, a faint nod broke his strict posture. "Okay then," your father said, "If you think it is right, I will talk to my friend about it tomorrow." Your mother couldn't help but let out a joyful, victorious giggle, her heart swelling with the excitement of planning her only daughter’s grand future.
The next evening, the grand dining hall was packed with the entire extended family sat together for dinner. Jungkook sat right in the middle, but his usual bright energy was completely gone. He looked staring straight at his plate, completely ignoring your presence. You sat right beside him. Lily and Daisy moved quickly around the circle, serving food. Your cousin sisters, entirely oblivious to the tension, immediately began bombarding Jungkook with questions. "Jungkook, do you have big concerts? Do girls like your music?"
Jungkook forced a polite smile "Yeah, occasionally. It's quite different over there, you see." Desperate to break his cold exterior, you quietly slipped your hand under the heavy wooden table. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you tried to hold his hand, silently begging for forgiveness through your touch.The moment your skin brushed his, Jungkook flinched. Without a single glance at you, he sharply pulled his hand away, tucking it firmly into his lap.
Jungkook picked up his spoon, taking a large bite to distract himself. "Wow. This is tasty," he said aloud to your mother. Your mother beamed with prid "Oh, I am so glad you like it, Jungkook! Today, y/n made the entire dinner herself."
Jungkook froze. His hand stopped mid air, you let out a nervous chuckle and let out a teasing comment before your brain could stop you. "Well, he can't digest good things , right Koo?."
Jungkook didn't say a word. Instead, he reached straight for the bowl full of green chillies. Before anyone could stop him, Jungkook picked up a raw chilli and bit right into it. Then another and another. "Jungkook! Stop!" Your mother cried out, jumping up from her seat in absolute horror. The cousins gasped.
Your mother rushed over, swatting your arm angrily. "Y/N! What is wrong with you? Why you always tease him so ruthlessly?" She quickly grabbed a glass of cold water, pressing it into Jungkook's hands. "Here, drink this, dear boy! Stop eating that!"
Jungkook’s face was turning red, sweat breaking out across his forehead as his eyes watered. He didn't touch the water. He pushed the glass away, abruptly stood up and run toward his room.
Jungkook was pacing the room like a trapped animal, his throat was burning, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, he looked incredibly uncomfortable, You didn't care about his anger right now. You stepped into the room, holding a small bowl filled with a sweet paste, a spoon resting inside it.
"Get out," Jungkook choked, he didn't look at you. "I told you. Get the hell out of my room, y/n" You didn't listen. You took a step closer, scooping a small dollop of sweet onto the spoon. "Jungkook, stop being stubborn. Your mouth is burning. Just eat this."
"I said no!" Jungkook pushed your hand away. The spoon rattled against your fingers, but you didn't back down , you scooped again "Jungkook, please. Just take it." He pushed your hand away a second time, harder this time, "Don't touch me! Go back downstairs."
You ignored the sting of his words. For the third time, you stepped closer, pressing the spoon right against his tightly closed lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Eat it."
With a frustrated groan, Jungkook shoved your arm aside. You didn't let him breathe for the fourth time, you firmly pressed the sweet against his lips, refusing to back down. This time he gave up, hopened his mouth and let you feed him. His shoulders dropped. You quickly set the silver bowl away on a nearby.
Before he could say another word, You reached gently cupped his face your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones, forcing him to look at you. Jungkook’s breath hitched and then, you leaned in and kissed him. You loved your lips slowly gently like an unspoken apologies and terrifying love you had been burying inside your chest. Jungkook froze for a split second, his hands hovering in the air, before he completely surrendered. His arms wrapped fiercely around your waist, pulling you so tight against his chest , capturing your lips passionately.
When your lips finally parted, Jungkook didn't let you go. His grip on your waist tightened, He leaned down, his lips trailing a path from your mouth down to your jaw, pressing deep, breathless kisses against the sensitive skin there. A soft gasp escaped your throat as his mouth drifted lower, his lips finding the column of your neck, making your entire body shiver, you wrapped your arms fiercely around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder just to stay grounded.
Without breaking the rhythm of his kisses, Jungkook hooked his arms under your thighs and effortlessly lifted you off your feet. You clung to him as he carried you across the room gently lowering you onto the edge of the mattress as he leave over you. Jungkook captured your lips once more, his hand slid down from your waist.
His palm tracing your breast, his fingers pressing firmly against your nipples, squeezing gently through the silk of your dress as his mouth completely dominated yours.
With a breathless, trembling effort you placed your hands against his shoulder and firmly pushed him back, breaking the kiss. "Everyone is waiting, Jungkook," you whispered looking at him with wide, pleading eyes, your hand gently resting against his cheek. "Let's go. Please... it's just not the time." Jungkook closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours for a long, heavy moment as he forced his breathing to slow down.
The next morning in the kitchen you stood by the counter, quietly helping your mother chop vegetables. Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose were busy near the pots. Aunt Rose stirred the tea as she glanced over at you. She let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "My own daughters are getting older by the day, you know. Y/N is the eldest in this entire house. If she doesn’t get married soon, how the time ever going to come for my girls?"
You slammed your knife onto the board, your patience snapping. You turned around, crossing your arms tightly. "Don't worry about my marriage," you said "When the right time comes, and when I find someone I actually love.....I will get married."
The entire kitchen went dead silent. Your mother's jaw dropped in absolute horror. "Y/N!" your mother thundered with embarrassment. She stepped forward, grabbing your arm tightly. "How dare you speak back to your aunt like that? Where is your discipline? Say sorry to Rose right this instant!"
You stared at your mother "I won't," you whispered defiively before your mother could even react, you ripped your arm from her grip, and rushed straight out of the kitchen. Your mother closed her eyes, letting out a deeply humiliated sigh as she turned back to Rose.
"I am so incredibly sorry on her behalf, Rose," your mother murmured softly, "Please don't take her words to heart. Ji-hoon and I are already seeing a guy for her, the Kim family's son, Seokjin. If things get finalized, I will get her married off as soon as possible." A faint smirk spread on Rose lips.
You rush toward terrace to Jungkook , he was sitting showing your younger brothers his bicep. The second Jungkook lifted his head and saw you , his entire posture changed. He turned to your brothers "Right, boys. That's enough for today, yeah? Go down." The boys looked between the two of you, and quickly scrambled down the stairs, leaving the terrace completely silent.
You rushed forward, throwing your arms around Jungkook burying your face into his shoulder. You sobbed openly, your entire body trembling "Princess, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, love," Jungkook whispered, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist to hold you steady.
"Do something, Jungkook!" you cried out, "Do something, or you are just going to stand right here and watch someone else take me away from you!" Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, he gently rubbed your back. "Whoa, hold on. Who’s going to take you? Unless they’ve got a literal army, I think I can handle a few local lads, princess."
The teasing response hit your raw nerves like fire. The fear of your mother's words in the kitchen flashed in your mind. You violently shoved his chest, you glared at him through your tears. "I am serious, Jeon Jungkook! Stop treating everything like a bloody joke! Everyone downstairs is talking about my marriage right now! My mother is already looking at a guy! What am I supposed to do?"
Jungkook's eyes darken instantly. Before you could even take another breath, his hand shot out, locking around your wrist. With a sudden jerk, he pulled you forward, pinning your back on the railing. "No one," Jungkook hissed, he leaned down until his lips almost brushed yours. "No one can even think about touching you while I am standing here. Do you understand me? Look at me. Do you trust me?" Staring up into the fierce devotion in his eyes, your chest slowly melted away. You swallowed hard, and gave him a desperate nod. "Yes. I trust you." He didn't waste another second. He leaned in and captured your lips.
Your parents sat in the back of the car, your father's face was completely unreadable, your mother sat beside, her heart fluttering with the excitement of settling her only daughter into the most prestigious family in the city. The car pulled up to the grand, elegant gates of the Kim residence.
Jin's home was a masterpiece of modern sophistication and quiet luxury. The heavy front doors opened, and your parents were warmly welcomed inside by Jin's parents and his younger sister, Alice. "Ji-hoon, my friend!" Jin's father beamed, stepping forward to give your father a warm, respectful hug. "We have been waiting for your visit. Please, sit."
After the initial formal greetings, your mother and Jin's mother exchanged knowing, hopeful glances."We came here today to speak about something very close to our hearts," your father began, he looked straight at Jin's father. "We want to officially propose a union between our families. My daughter, and your eldest son, Seokjin."
Jin's mother’s face instantly lit up with pure joy. "There is nothing in this world that would make us more happier! Y/N is an absolute angel. Her voice, her manners...she is exactly the kind of daughter in law we have been praying for."
Right at that moment, Seokjin stepped into the living room, looking impeccably handsome.
"Ah, Seokjin, come here!" his father called out proudly, gesturing to the empty space beside him. "Your uncle Ji-hoon has just brought us the most wonderful news." Jin walked over bowing his head deeply to show his utmost respect to your parents. "Welcome to our home."
Your father looked up at Jin, examining his calm, mature demeanor, his steady eyes, and the quiet strength he carried. A rare, satisfied smile touched your father's lips. "Seokjin," your father said gently but firmly. "We have officially decided to give our daughter hand to you. The marriage is confirmed." Hearing the words out loud, Jin’s heart did a violent, soaring flip against his ribs. He looked down at his hands, trying to suppress the overjoyed smile spreading across his face. He remembered your tragic, beautiful eyes from the night you sang.
He was ready to spend the rest of his life making you happy."Thank you, Uncle," Jin whispered, his voice thick with absolute sincerity and respect. "I promise you...I will hold her happiness above my own, always." The elders instantly clapped, laughing and exchanging boxes of gifts. Alice giggled loudly, nudging her blushing brother's shoulder in celebration.
At night you were in your room when the door clicked shut without a single sound as a tall silhouette stepped inside. It was Jungkook , he walked toward the mattress where you sat. Your heart hammered as he sat right beside you, "Are you awake, love," he whispered, Before you could even answer, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his chest.
He leaned down, his warm lips capturing yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the damp strands of his dark hair as he pulled you down further onto the mattress. Jungkook pulled back his fingers drifted down to the top button of your top.
"Princess," he murmured. "Can I...can I take this off?" You stared up, and gave a slow nod. With that silent permission, his fingers pulling the silk fabric away from you. He moved to unhook your bra, letting the clothing slip down to the floor. Jungkook completely froze, staying raised above you on his elbows as your skin caught the cool night air. "Blimey," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with genuine wonder.
"You're absolutely stunning, love. I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my entire life." He leaned down, his lips moving with a slow, worshiping your breast , His hands traced your sides gently, his warm mouth giving all of his intense attention to your nipples.
You pulled his face closer against you, your voice trembling. "I love you," you gasped out. "Jungkook, I love you so much." He froze against your skin for a split second. He didn't speak a single word, but the deep, consuming way he captured your lips in a passionate kiss was all the answer you needed. He push his tongue inside your mouth consuming the warm saliva. As his hand keep squeezing your boobs , as if he could do it all day without rest , he pull back a lil , pulling his tee over his head throwing it on a random corner of your room .
And lean down kissing the sensitive skin of your neck while your hand trace his abs and chest backand forth.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, against his bulging length you could feel pulsing against you. "Fuck yeah.." You cursed low, head falling back on the pillows and Jungkook looked up, his own cock twitching at the sight of you.
"This here needs some attention too, hmm?" He rasped, hands slipping down from the curve of your waist, pulling your pants down your hips. Wasting no time in finding the wet mess you made of your panties. "Look at this." He grunted, hand cupping your clothed mound. "So wet." You exhaled and a whimper followed right after when he disposed you of them, exposing your deprived cunt to the cold air that had you clenching around nothing.
"And so fucking responsive." He breathed against your bare sex after moving his head down. The way his hands gripped your thighs, his fingers dug into your skin. Your legs draped over his shoulders, trembling."Jungkook—oh God!" You gasped and he groaned.
Burying his face in your wanting pussy. His mouth wrapped around your clit, tounge swiping and licking "Oh- mhm. Feels so good!" You moan out.A shaky exhale brushing against your folds.
"Ah fuck—Oh lord!" You fingers tear in his scalp and hips bucked against his face, eyes rolling back, toes curling . "Oh shit, princess" He whimpers against your cunt.
He swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to your clit before leaning back, your hands loosening their grip in his hair, half lidded eyes meeting his own before they trail down. "Y-You.." You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t have spoken even if you tried. "I'm a starved man, baby" he said leaning upward kissing you softly , just pressing his lips onto yours to keep you in senses.
"Hi." He breathed against you. You felt a shy smile twitch on your lips. "Hi." You reply just as breathlessly. He presses another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose. " Let me put it inside you, yeah?"
"Mhm." You mewl, hands softly going through the beautiful mess that you made of his hair. "What, use your words pretty lady?" He demanded, lips on your cheek. "Please fuck me." You whine and he bumped his nose against your face.
You can't help but grind against him, coaxing his cock back into hardness with your bare cunt against him. His hand trembling when they reached down to pull his pants out, pushing the fabric down his hips to reveal his boxers that were bounding his hard, leaking cock. He took himself in his fist, groaning when he pumped himself in one slow stroke. Eyes never leaving your wide ones like you weren’t sure if you should be impressed, intimidated, or both.
"You're too big."
"And you're gonna take every inch." He said it like a statement, finally leaning above you, the tip of his veiny cock to your slick folds. "Dear lord—" You gasp out loud, your heat stretching around. "Fucking hell." The sensation was overwhelming , you feel that your pussy going to split apart any moment now that's stopping him from moving.
"You're so tight , princess." He hisses out and squeezes your hips with great roughness. His jaw clenched, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he started to move his hips against yours, slow. Your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
“That’s right, I love you so much” he muttered, his face was buried in the crook of your shoulder. “You’re,fuck, you’re perfect m'love.”
"F-Faster! Please go faster!" His pace was unhurried but devastating, every pull and thrust deliberate. You couldn’t take that anymore and Jungkook couldn’t take keeping you unsatisfied.
His lips found the corner of your mouth, brushing a kiss before moving lower, his teeth grazing your jaw. His hands moved to your thighs, “taking me so well, was made for this cock.” your own body moved with his, meeting him with the same intensity, the same desperate need. "Yeah." He grunted, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your boobs.
The next day the atmosphere inside the drawing room was suffocatingly tense, Aunt Rose sat rigidly, her fingers tightly laced together as she looked across the room, "You talk as though the sun rises and sets purely for your own household," Aunt Rose taunted, "Do you honestly believe your daughter is the only pristine child in this family?" Yourmother slammed her palm flat against the table, "Keep my daughter’s name out of your mouth, Rose! There's a lot of things about your daughter i don't want to say , atleast my child is not like them. Mind your own daughter’s desperate behavior before you dare point fingers at mine!"
Aunt Rose gasped sharply, "Oh, really? You think she is so bloody innocent?"Uncle Jack grabbed Rose’s sleeve, his face pale as he tried to pull her back down to avoid a public scandal. "Rose, drop it right now. Don’t go causing a scene over absolutely nothing—"
"No, Jack, let her hear the truth!" Aunt Rose hissed, violently shaking off his hand. She raised her arm, pointing a finger directly toward the ceiling. "Oh, go see for yourself what your precious, perfect daughter is doing with that foreign music student up on the terrace right now! Go upstairs and look at your family 'honour' rotting away in the dark!"
A dead, terrifying silence instantly fell over the room. Your father, who had been sitting quietly by the fireplace, froze completely. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheek twitched, and his expression hardened into pure stone. Without uttering a single word, he stood up, as he began a menacing march toward the grand stairwell. Panicking, your mother hurried right behind him, her heart hammering against her ribs as she prayed Aunt Rose was lying to ruin their family name.
Up on the rooftop terrace, Jungkook had pulled you back against his chest, his large, warm hands splaying flat against your stomach, anchoring you to him. He was softly humming a your favorite song against the shell of your ear.
A breathless laugh escaped your lips as his lips brushed your jawline while he whispered "I could stay like this until the world ends,princess" He turned you around slowly within the tight circle of his arms until you were facing him. He cupped your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones with a tenderness that made your knees weak. "Just you and me. Tell me we don't need anything else."
You smiled up at him, your hands sliding up his chest, pulling yourself closer until there was no space left between you. "Jungkook, be serious," you breathed, your heart beat fast ,as your eyes dropped to his lips. "If my father catches us out here, he will absolutely ruin us."
Instead of stepping back, Jungkook’s grip tightened, pulling your hips flush against his. He let out a low, defiant chuckle, his gaze dropping to your mouth before rising back to your eyes. "Let him try," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were a mere breath away from yours. "I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care about their rules or what your family demands. I want you to promise me something right now."
He pressed his forehead gently against yours, "Promise me that no matter what lies they tell you, and no matter how hard they try to tear us apart, you won't let them change your mind about me. Promise me you'll belong only to me."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes , you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting your head up to close the agonizing gap between you. "I promise you, Jungkook," you swore softly, your lips brushing his as you spoke. "I am yours completely. It has only ever been you, and no one else will ever touch my heart. I will wait for you forever if I have to."
A soft groan escaped the back of Jungkook's throat at your words. He closed the distance entirely, his lips molding over yours in a deep, kiss that tasted of sweet desperation and unspoken vows. His hands slid up your spine, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel the frantic.
"I love you princess"
"I love you koo"
The heavy iron door of the terrace flew open, slamming violently against the wall and shattering the fragile paradise you had built in Jungkook's arms. You snapped apart instantly, gasping, your heart dropped straight into your stomach. Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim glow, was your entire family. Your father’s chest heaved, while Aunt Rose peeked over his shoulder with a smug, venomous grin.
Before you or Jungkook could even utter a word of defense, your mother lunged forward. Before you could even blink, her hand flew through the air, landing across your cheek with a sharp slap that echoed off the stone walls. Your head snapped back, the skin of your face instantly burning as tears erupted from your eyes.
"You shameless girl!" your mother hissed, her voice shaking with disgust as she grabbed your wrist, violently yanking you away from Jungkook.
"Y/N!" Jungkook roared, his eyes widening in pure horror. He instantly moved to step between you and your mother, his hands reaching out to protect you, but your father lunged forward, grabbing Jungkook by the collar and shoving him backward against the terrace railing, cutting off his path to you."Don't you dare lay a hand on my daughter!"
"Mumma, please! Stop! Let me go!" you begged frantically, "Jungkook! Father, please don't hurt him! It was my fault, please!" Your mother didn't listen to a single word. Devoid of any mercy, she dug her nails into your wrist, dragging you down the stairwell like a prisoner. You stumbled blindly down the steps, your tears blurring the sight of the plush velvet carpets and the pristine family portraits lining the walls.
You screamed and pleaded, but your mother remained entirely deaf to your cries, her only focus being to hide you away from the world.
She threw open the heavy door of your bedroom, violently shoving you inside so hard that you collapsed onto the floor, before slamming the door shut and turning the brass key with a sharp, final click.
Up on the terrace, Jungkook and your father standing, Your father stepped closer, his voice dropped "Remember that day in my study, Jungkook? You ask me about the fees for your classes?"Jungkook swallowed hard, he slowly nodded his head, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I remember, sir. You said you didn't want my money."
"Exactly," your father hissed, "I told you that, but I also told you that if the day ever came where I asked you for something in return, you would have to give it to me. Do you remember your promise, boy?"
"I do, but sir, please, anything else—"
"I am asking for that payment today," your father cut him off, he raised a finger, pointing it directly at Jungkook's chest. "Leave my daughter. Pack your things, leave this country, and never look back. I want you gone from her life. That is the price of my teaching. Now pay your debt and get out."
Jungkook felt the words strike him like a physical blow, he realized his beautiful dream was completely shattered Jungkook’s knees buckled under the crushing weight of those words, and for the first time, his fierce, protective stance completely crumbled. Tears broke free, spilling rapidly down his pale, bruised cheeks as he fell to his knees right there on the cold stone of the terrace, completely broken. He reached out with trembling hands, practically grovelling at your father’s leather brogues, entirely stripping away his pride.
"Sir, please... I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, his voice cracking into a raw, desperate shriek that pierced the silent night. "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving, heartless mask of aristocratic steel, entirely unmoved by the young man's agonizing despair. He coldly pulled his foot back from Jungkook’s grasp, looking down at him with nothing but disgust and unyielding authority.
He slowly pulled a silver pocket watch from his coat vest, clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it.
"You have exactly ten minutes," your father stated, his voice flat, hollow, and utterly devoid of mercy. "Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your wretched bags, and clear out of my estate. If I see your face inside my gates when the hand moves, I will have the authorities drag you away in chains. Pay your debt and leave."
Jungkook’s knees buckled under the weight of those words, his tears broke freely, as he fell to his knees right there "Sir, please...I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving. He slowly pulled a pocket watch clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it."You have exactly ten minutes, Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your bags, and clear out of my estate."
Jungkook looked up, searching the older man's eyes for a single shred of humanity, but he found absolutely nothing. Jungkook slowly forced himself to stand up on his trembling legs. He wiped his tears before turning around to pack his things and face the long, agonizing journey back to London.
Inside the suffocating darkness of your bedroom, Your frantic sobs echoed off the walls as you choked on your own tears. Suddenly, the door swung open, Daisy standing there, her eyes wide with sorrow and her face pale."Y/N," Daisy whispered, her voice trembling "He's going. Your father said, he said you can watch him one last time before he leaves."
The words hit you like an electric shock. Without a single second of hesitation, you pushed past her. You rushed downstairs "Jungkook!" you shrieked, But by the time your feet hit the bottom steps of the grand stairs, you froze, your breath completely catching in your throat. There he was, standing right at the main door of the estate. He was holding his suitcase, his shoulders slumped and shaking with silent, heavy sobs.
He didn't turn back, knowing that looking into your eyes would break whatever little strength he had left to fulfill his promise to your father. Without a single word, Jungkook stepped across the threshold, and the heavy front door began to swing shut, severing your world in two. You broke down completely sobbing so hard , it echoed in the whole estate, your mother started crying too , your sister rush toward you.
"Call my friend Mr. Kim , ask him to come with his family" your father said to his manager.
Summary: They say your first love is unforgettable. For you, Jungkook was a beautiful dream that was brutally ripped away by family obligations. Enter Kim Seokjin. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a man you barely know. But how can you give your heart to your husband when it’s still bleeding for someone else?
When the ghosts of you past resurface, Jin does the unthinkable: he offers to let you go. Now, you must choose between the passionate boy who owns you memories, and the selfless man who holds your present.
Genre:- Romance, Drama, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Angst, Family Drama, Emotional Romance
Pairing: You × Jungkook , You × Seokjin
Warning: Pressure, Scheme, Shock, Humiliation, Flirt, Teasing, Pinning in wall, Tension, Slow Burn, secret love , Apologies, Kisses , Intimacy, Nudity, Arguments, Fighting, Pampering, Use of Nick names, Smut , Sensual sex, Missionary, Slap , Crying, Heartbreak, Devise, NHE
Masterlist
1: The Fire we Ignited
In your family, melody wasn't just an art form,it was a law. Your father was a legendary classical music maestro, respected across the country. Growing up as the only daughter of your parents, you were expected to be his ultimate legacy. He spent years passing down every intricate note, every complex vocal scale, and every bit of strict discipline to you. But being the eldest among a chaotic army of cousins, younger brothers, and sisters meant you also carried the weight of setting a perfect example. In a household where forty people lived under one roof, your family's musical reputation was everything. But right now, you didn't care about setting an example. You wanted to burn the house down.
"I am not giving him my room!" Your shouted as you glared at the two girls standing in front of you. Lily and Daisy, your family's house maids, jumped back in terror.
"Y/n, please, lower your voice," Lily whispered looking over her shoulder toward your father's private study. "Your dad is already furious. The landline hasn't stopped ringing all morning. The boy from London, his flight just landed."
"I don't care if his plane crashes," you snapped, "There are twelve empty guest rooms. Why am I being evicted from my own room?"
"Because he isn't just a guest," Daisy murmured softly, "He’s coming here to learn. Your father said he demands the absolute best, and everyone knows your room is the grandest, most beautiful in the entire mansion." Your father ruled this family estate like a 19th-century dictator. In his world, your obedience was a currency, and your personal freedom didn't exist. "He wants my room?" you whispered, a dangerous smile slowly spreading across your lips "Fine. Let him have it."
Lily and Daisy exchanged a terrified look. They knew that look on your face. It meant ruin."what are you going to do?" Lily asked, her voice trembling
The next morning, Your whole family standing at inner courtyard. You stood hidden on the second floor balcony, looking down. Then, the heavy iron gates swung open , out of a taxi stepped Jeon Jungkook. He was a complete cultural shock by the traditional estate. He wore an oversized black leather jacket over a plain white t-shirt, loose fitting blue jeans, and thick soled boots. A heavy black guitar case was slung over his back, and a pair of dark two sitcase in hand, sunglasses hid his eyes. Jungkook took off his sunglasses, his jaw dropping as he looked around the mansion.
"Blimey," he muttered under his breath, "This place is massive." As he took a step forward, a loud, deep bleat echoed through the courtyard. Jungkook spun around, his eyes widening in absolute shock as he came face to face with a massive cow and a couple of goats tied near the stables. He stumbled back, completely caught off guard .
"Whoa! Hold on a minute!" Jungkook gasped, taking another blind step backward to avoid the cow. Splash! A massive wave of water erupted into the air. Jungkook had stepped straight over the central courtyard fountain. He went under for a split second before popping back up, completely drenched.
The courtyard instantly exploded into a roar of uncontrollable laughter. Your younger brothers and cousins pointed and giggle. Upstairs smirk spread across your face. He hadn't even reached your bedroom yet, and he was already a walking disaster.
"Oh, dear boy! Are you alright?" Your favorite uncle, Uncle Jack, rushed forward, chuckling as he extended a hand to pull a dripping, sputtering Jungkook out of the fountain pool. "I'm fine, completely fine, cheers uncle," Jungkook laughed, entirely unbothered by the embarrassment.
Your father and mother stepped forward to officially welcome him. While your father looked him in a disbelief, Before your father could speak, your two loudest aunts Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose pushed past the elders and reach him.
"Oh my, look at him! A bit wet, but he looks like a literal prince from a magazine!" Aunt Mary gushed, boldly reaching out to pinch his damp cheek. "Do all the boys in London look this handsome, or are we just lucky?"
Jungkook let out a laugh "Ah, Aunt, I think I'm the lucky one. If I knew the women in this house were this beautiful, I would have jumped into the fountain sooner just to get your attention."
Aunt Rose gasped, slapping his wet shoulder playfully while giggling like a schoolgirl. "Oh, stop it! He has a silver tongue! Come, we must get you some warm tea before you catch a cold."
"That's enough gossip for the morning," your mother interrupted gently, offering a polite smile to the guest before turning to the staff corridor. "Harry! Come here. Take Mr. Jeon's show him up to his room immediately so he can change."
The door of your room open, you didn't look up. You stood by the grand iron stand at the center of the room, calmly striking a match to light a fresh candle. Your two younger sisters, Mia and Chloe, were standing right beside you. The second they saw Jungkook standing in the doorway, their jaws dropped. They giggled behind their hands, shoved the holders into your arms, and rushed out of the room before you could even glare at them.
Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the doorframe as he looked around. "Wow, What a grand room," he said, he stepped inside, dragging his wet boots across the floor. "Hey, hi. Myself Jungkook. You can call me Koo. Your good name?"
"Y/n," you replied coldly. "Beautiful," he smirked, stepping closer. "Can I call you princess?"
"No. Only y/n." You struck another match. This time, as you brought the flame down , you lifted your head. Your eyes locked directly onto his. You kept lighting the candles, one by one, moving the flame blindly from holder to holder, completely refusing to break eye contact. It was a silent challenge a war. Jungkook smiled at your stubbornness. "What's the meaning of your name?"
"It's not necessary for everything to have a meaning," you said, Jungkook tilted his head, his smirk widening as he took another slow step forward. "And it's not necessary to lit each candle looking into my eyes."
"You look away first," you dared him. "No chance," he whispered. "How can I look away when your eyes are holding mine?" Suddenly, he was standing too close. You could see the water droplets still clinging to his eyelashes.
"Your eyes are weird," you murmured, refusing to back down even though your heart was starting to hammer against your ribs.
"How?" he asked, his gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before snapping back up. "It's like a sour lemon," you snapped, Jungkook let out a soft laugh, his chest almost brushing yours. "Wow. So sweet." He glanced down at the burning candle in your steady hand.
"Blink away, y/n. Or the melting wax will burn your skin."
"Let's see who looks away first," you challenged. Jungkook’s eyes darkened with an intense playful gravity. He leaned in just an inch closer, his breath fanning across your cheek. "If you won't look away...you will fall in love with me." The words hit you like a sudden physical shock. Your eyes widened, your eyelids flinching as you automatically blinked realizing how dangerously close you were to him. Without saying a single word, you blew out the match, spun on your heel, and practically sprinted out of the room, leaving Jungkook standing alone.
The next morning, as you walked toward your new room, you spotted a group of your cousin sisters gathered by the balcony railing, whispering and giggling. You walked over and looked down into the courtyard. Your jaw dropped, down below, completely ignoring the weather there was Jungkook . He had clearly just taken a shower, he was wearing nothing but a large white towel wrapped securely around his waist. He had headphone he was completely lost in the music, doing a chaotic, high energy dance right in front of the cows.
You felt a rush of heat fly to your cheeks. "Girls! Bad manners!" you snapped, clapping your hands to break your cousins'. "Go back to your rooms, now!" The girls giggled loudly, teasing you with their eyes, before scrambling down the hall. You followed them as they piled straight into Grandma’s room.
Five of your cousin sisters, you, and Grandma all sat together Grandma, whose eyes had grown completely blind with age, smiled warmly "What is all this whispering about?" Grandma asked.
"Grandma, it's the new guest from London!" one of your cousins chimed in excitedly. "He’s down there dancing in a towel!" Grandma chuckled. "Oh? And how does this foreign boy look?"
"Sharp jaw , muscular body with boba eyes and bunny teeth!" your cousin giggled.
"No," you interjected sharply, crossing your arms with a huff. "He’s a maniac. A complete lunatic." The room erupted into a roar of laughter. But before the laughter could even die down, a smooth, deep voice cut through the air from the doorway.
"Oi, why is everyone laughing? Tell me the joke, I'll also laugh!" Everyone froze. You spun around, and your eyes nearly popped out of your head. Jungkook was standing right in the doorway of Grandma's room still in nothing but his waist towel, his shoulders shivering slightly from the cold. "Why are you here like this?!" you shouted, instantly standing up to shield your younger cousins' eyes. "Have you no shame? Go back to your room!"
Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, giving a helpless, boyish grin. "I would, but I lost my way, haven't I? This house is a proper maze. I can't find my room."
You let out a frustrated groan, marching past him into the corridor. "Come. Follow me." Jungkook walked quickly behind you as you led him down the hallway. You didn't look back once, keeping your pace fast as you scolded him over your shoulder. "This is a respectable house, Jungkook. We have elders, we have rules. You can't just walk around half naked dancing with farm animals! It's freezing outside, and you are acting like a"
In a split second, a firm hand gripped your wrist, pulling you backward. Before you could even gasp, your back hit the cold stone wall with a dull thud. Jungkook stepped closser, his chest almost brushing yours. He planted one hand firmly on the wall right beside your head, effectively pinning you between his arm and his body. He was standing too close. He leaned down slightly, his eyes locking onto yours, completely trapping your gaze just like before.
"Why are you always so angry with me, y/n?" he whispered sending a sudden shiver straight down your spine. Suddenly, his ears twitched sound of heavy shoes clicked against the marble steps. "Someone is coming," Jungkook whispered, he dropped his hand from the wall and stepped back.
Your trembling knees barely held you up, but you forced yourself to move without looking back, you turned and walked quickly toward his room. You stopped right outside the heavy door of his bedroom ,your old bedroom , pointed at it sharply, refusing to look him in the eye. "Get in and change." Jungkook stepped inside, he paused. He turned his head back toward you.
"Thanks, by the way," he murmured softly, he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on your face for a fraction of a second. "And for the record, your eyes are beautiful. Not like mine."
Before you could even process the words, Jungkook slipped into the room and shut the door behind him. You stood frozen.
The mansion was completely dark by midnight, as you walked past the upper balcony, you spotted a familiar silhouette lurking , It was Jungkook. He was peeking anxiously through the cracked door of your father’s private study room, his shoulders tense. You quietly walked toward crossing your arms as you stopped right behind him. "What’s wrong, mister?" you whispered sharply.
Jungkook jumped slightly, spinning around with wide eyes. He let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair. "Blimey, princess, you scared me," he whispered back, he pointed a finger toward the study door. "Your father....he looks terrifying, doesn't he? How am I supposed to go in there and talk to him?"
A mischievous idea instantly sparked in your mind. This was the perfect chance to embarrass him. You put on a perfectly serious, innocent face and leaned closer. "Well, if you want him to like you, you have to follow our traditions. In our culture, when a student meets a legendary master, they must lie down fully on the elder's legs to seek blessings. Go on, do that. He will love it."
Jungkook blinked, looking incredibly confused. "Really? Lie down on his legs? Alright, if you say so..." Trusting your words completely, Jungkook took a deep breath and walked straight into the study. Your father was reading a book. Before your father could even react, Jungkook knelt down and fully laid across your father's legs, gripping his ankles tightly. Your father froze in absolute shock. Within seconds, his face hardened into a scowl.
"What is this nonsense?!" your father thundered, pushing Jungkook back sharply. "What kind of behavior is this? Stand up!" Jungkook scrambled to his feet, his face completely falling in hurt, deeply embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry, sir," he stammered, looking down at his feet. "I thought it was a tradition."
Watching from the door, the smile died on your lips seeing his face look so completely crushed and humiliated made a strange, sudden ache hit your chest. You felt horribly bad for what you did, though you couldn't understand why his sadness mattered to you so much. Your father let out a heavy sigh as he looked at Jungkook's genuinely apologetic face.
"Okay, forget that," your father said, his voice softening slightly. "Are you truly serious about learning our classical music?"Jungkook lifted his head, his dark eyes instantly shining with deep, unyielding passion. "Yes, sir. More than anything. I want to learn the true soul of your music." Your father stared at him for a long moment, testing his sincerity, before giving a firm nod. "Good. Then from tomorrow, your training begins strictly at sharp 6:00 AM. Do not be a single minute late."
Jungkook's eyes lit up with relief. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek leather wallet. "Thank you, sir. Um, can you show me how much I need to pay for the tuition? I can write a check or pay in cash right now." Your father’s expression instantly turned incredibly solemn, his eyes reflecting the deep pride of a true maestro. He fold his hands behind his back.
"My talent and my knowledge are not for sale, Jungkook," your father said, "I do not take money for my art. But... if required, I will ask you for something one day. Not money, but anything else I choose." Jungkook looked surprised, but he nodded respectfully, bowing his head.
"Whatever you ask, sir. It's a promise."
The next morning, the mansion was cold still dark, by 5:45 AM, your father was already perfectly dressed, sitting the harmonium sat before him. You sat a few feet away, as you prepared for your own morning scales. Your father glanced at the clock on the wall. The ticking sound was deafening."It is 5:55 AM," your father stated, "Go wake him up, Y/n. If he is not seated here by the strike of six, his training ends before it even begins."
You stood up quickly, your heart doing a strange flutter. You hurried up the staircase, your mind racing. You couldn't wait to see his face. You pushed his bedroom door open, ready to gloat. Instead, you froze your jaw dropping in absolute horror. The room condition was a complete disaster. It looked like a bomb had gone off. Jungkook’s leather jackets and shirts were thrown everywhere across the floor. The unspooled tape was tangled like a spiderweb around the desk legs and Jungkook? He was completely passed out, tangled in the heavy blankets on the floor.
"Jungkook! Wake up!" you panicked, rushing into the haze. If your father saw this chaos, you would be grounded for a month. You lunged forward, grabbing the edge of his blanket and pulling it hard. "Get up! It's already six!" You didn't realize that Jungkook’s foot was completely wrapped in the tangled as you pulled the blanket, your foot caught on the broken wooden frame of the collapsed bed.Your balance snapped as you fall above him.
Your hands planted firmly against a bare, muscular chest your face hovering mere inches from his. The sudden impact jarred Jungkook awake. His dark eyes flew open, blinking rapidly for a second, he looked completely disoriented. But as his vision cleared and he realized you were lying directly on top of him, a slow, lazy smirk began to cut through his face.
"Well, good morning to you too, princess. Is this another one of your traditional blessings?"
Four months flew beautifully, the girl who swore to make Jungkook’s life a living hell was completely gone. In her place was someone who counted the minutes until 6:00 AM. You and Jungkook had become practically inseparable. You learned music together under your father's strict gaze, your voices slowly learning to blend perfectly during the long morning scale practices. You ate lunch together in the chaotic, crowded dining hall, where Jungkook had expertly learned to navigate the spicy traditional food, making your aunts beam with pride. In the afternoons, when the heat was too intense, you, Jungkook, and your army of cousins would gather in the courtyard to play cards, laugh, and listen to his rock cassette tapes. He wasn't a stranger anymore, he was the very heartbeat of the house.
Today, a quiet, undeniable realization settled into the spaces between you. It happened during a late afternoon game of carrom in the veranda with Lily, Daisy, and your younger brothers. Jungkook sat down opposite you across the wooden board, the background noise completely faded. The gaze he gave you was heavy, soft, and filled with deep affection that made your lungs feel completely empty.
You couldn't deny it anymore, you liked him. You liked him so much it terrified you. Jungkook flicked the striker carelessly, completely missing the coin, his eyes never breaking away from your face. A small smile touched his lips, as if he could read your heart from across the board.
At night ypu were on your terrace , the stone floor was cool against your bare feet as you stood by the carved stone railing, staring up at the endless blanket of stars. Suddenly, a sudden warmth enveloped you. Two strong arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling your back against a solid chest.
"Ah!" You let out a sharp gasp, you swung your elbow back, hitting his arm hard. "Get off me!"
"Ow! princess, it’s just me!" Jungkook groaned, instantly pulling away and rubbing his forearm with a dramatic wince. "You’ve got a lethal elbow." You spun around, your chest heaving as you glared at him, though your heart was hammering for an entirely different reason now.
"Are you mad? Sneaking up on me like a thief! What if someone saw you?"
"Nobody saw me," Jungkook chuckled, stepping closer until he was leaning against the railing right next to you, "Everyone’s fast asleep. Couldn't sleep myself. Kept thinking about a certain sour lemon."
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Jungkook tilted his head, his playful expression suddenly softening, he reached out, his long fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch left a trail of fire on your skin.
"I love..." Jungkook murmured, his voice dropped. You froze, your eyes widening as you stared at him. The entire world seemed to stop spinning. Your heart stopped beating. Did he just say...?
"Say it," you whispered, your voice trembling as you searched his eyes, desperately needing to hear the rest. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "...your hair."
Your jaw dropped but you still put your hopes up. "And?"
"Your eyes," he teased, stepping an inch closer. "And?" you demanded, crossing your arms. "Your dressing style," he chuckled, his dimples popping out in full force.
"And?"
"Your dad, your mom, Aunt Mary, Aunt Rose..." Jungkook rattled off, grinning like a schoolboy as he counted them on his fingers.
"Ugh! You are insufferable!" you snapped, your romantic expectations completely shattered. You stepped forward and slapped his chest hard. "Stay here! I'm going back inside!" You spun on your heel to march toward the terrace doors, but you didn't even make it a foot away. Jungkook’s hand shot out, his fingers locking firmly around your wrist. With a sudden, effortless jerk, he pulled you backward, you tumbled straight back into his chest, his other arm instantly locking around your waist to trap you against him.
"Hold on," he whispered, "I wasn't finished, princess."
"I love you, Y/N. The whole bloody lot of you." Before your brain could even process the words, Jungkook leaned down and then, his lips met yours. The kiss was everything you hadn't realized you were waiting for , soft at first, a gentle, hesitant question, before deepening into something fierce, passionate, and consuming. Your hands automatically found their way to his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly as you melted into his warmth, your heart exploding into a wild, frantic rhythm.
Out of no were the sudden realization flooded your mind like ice water , you were on the roof, in the middle of the night, kissing your father’s student. You abruptly pulled away from him, your breathing ragged, your lips tingling as you stared at Jungkook with wide, terrified eyes.
"Y/n, wait—" Jungkook reached out, his hand cutting through the air to catch you. But you were already moving. Without looking back at him once, You flew down the stairs, your heart hammering against your ribs, leaving Jungkook standing entirely alone.
The next morning, the heavy cloud of last night’s storm still hung over the estate. But the mansion was loud as Your father’s oldest and wealthiest friend was arriving with his family from the city. Your heart was in your throat as you walked quickly down the quiet corridor, trying to reach your room to change your clothes.
Suddenly, the same pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist from behind, pulling you "Why did you run away last night, princess?" Jungkook’s voice was a soft, breathless whisper against your ear.
"Jungkook, let go!" you panicked, "Leave me! Someone will come down this hallway at any second!"
"Let them," he murmured stubbornly, tightening his grip, his chin resting on your shoulder. "I don't care anymore. I love you, baby look at me."
"Jungkook, I said stop!" You tried to twist out of his arms, but his embrace was a solid wall. The panic of your father walking in, combined with the pressure of the guests arriving downstairs, completely overwhelmed your brain.
In a flash of second you violently spun around in his arms and slap him , the sharp, stinging sound echoed. Your hand remained frozen in the air, your palm burning. Jungkook’s head was turned to the side from the force of the blow. He didn't say a single word. He slowly dropped his hands to his sides, took a step back, and looked at you as if you were a complete stranger. Before you could even open your mouth to apologize, Jungkook turned on his heel and walked straight into his bedroom, slamming the heavy wooden door shut. The sound of the lock sliding into place felt like a knife to your chest.
You threw yourself against the closed door, banging your fists against the dark wood. "Jungkook! Jungkook, please open the door! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just scared! Please!" Inside, you could hear the heavy sounds of him dragging his trunk across the floor, probably packing his bags , the fear of him leaving.
"Jungkook, stop it! Open the door!" you begged, tears finally spilling over your eyelashes. "You love me, right? If you love me, you have to open this door!" The packing sounds suddenly stopped. Jungkook finally spoke, his voice didn't sound like him anymore.
"I don't love you," his voice cut through the door, "I don't even like you. You don't deserve my love."
The words hit you like a physical blow . The guilt in your stomach instantly twistef , your tears dried up, replaced by a toxic, defensive anger. If he was going to push you away when you were begging, you weren't going to let him see you look weak. You stepped back from the door, wiping your cheeks aggressively, your voice hardening into a bitter shout.
"Fine! Then stay locked in there! Today, a lot of people are coming to this house. Someone out there will obviously like me! So stay right there and watch!" You spun on your heel and marched down the hallway, your heart was completely bleeding.
You getting ready still thinking about Jungkook , feeling guilty but angry too.
"Y/n come your father calling you guest came " Lily said peek inside your room . You just give her a faint nod.
When you descended the stairs, you saw the grand hall completely packed. Your father's oldest friends and their extended families had taken over the low seating arrangements. But at the center of the room sat the most prominent guests of the evening.
The Kim family, there was the father, a dignified businessman, the mother, a gentle woman and their youngest daughter, Alice, who was exactly your age, looking around the grand estate with bright, curious eyes you saw him, there was the eldest son Kim Seokjin. Jin sat perfectly straight, dressed like royalty.
Unlike Jungkook's wild, windswept energy, Jin exuded absolute stillness. He was talking softly to an elder, bowing his head respectfully with a gentle smile that immediately calmed the chaotic room. "Ah, here she is!" your father announced proudly as you stepped onto the main floor.
"Come sit, y/n," your mother smiled, gesturing to the cushion "Everyone has traveled so far. After all, everyone know how good you are at singing , It is only fair that you grace us with a song."
You felt a heavy lump form in your throat. You didn't want to sing. Your heart was bleeding, fractured by the fight with Jungkook just an hour ago. But looking at your father’s unyielding eyes, you knew you couldn't refuse. You sat down, you closed your eyes, and as you drew in air. When you opened your mouth, the melody that poured out wasn't just a song , it was raw, devastating emotion.
Across the hall, Jin completely froze. The polite smile vanished from his face. His dark, deep eyes locked onto your face. As your voice hit the high, melancholic notes, Jin lost himself looking at you. He didn't blink. He didn't hear the chatter around him anymore. To Jin, the entire crowded room had completely vanished, leaving only you, your tragic eyes, and the beautiful, heartbreaking melody pouring from your soul.
After the gathering, the guests dispersed into the gardens for dinner. Jin, overwhelmed by the evening, had walked away from the crowd, sitting completely alone staring blankly at the ground.
"So, this is where you're hiding!" A cheerful voice broke his thoughts. Alice walked over, as she sat down right next to her brother, a knowing, mischievous smirk on her face. "Alice," Jin murmured, shifting slightly, "Shouldn't you be with the other girls?"
"I came here to find you, oppa," Alice teased, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I practically dragged Mom and Dad to this estate today just so you and y/n could meet. C'mon, she’s right there. Go talk to her!" Jin immediately hesitated, looking down at his hand.
"I can't, Alice. I shouldn't."
"Why not?"
"Look at her," Jin whispered softly, looking across the lawn to where you stood. "She’s too good. Too beautiful. And her talent, her voice belongs to the heavens. Why would a girl like her ever want to talk to someone as ordinary as me?"
Alice’s face softened, and she fiercely grabbed her brother’s arm. "Don't say that! My brother isn't less than anyone in this world. You are kind, intelligent, and you are way better than her! Stop doubting yourself. Come on." She leaned in closer, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Just tell me one thing... do you like her?"
The question caught Jin completely off guard. A deep blush instantly rushed up his neck, coloring his cheeks as a shy, breathless smile touched his lips. He looked over at you one more time.
"Yes," Jin whispered softly, his voice full of absolute sincerity. "I do. I really do."
The midnight had settled into a quiet, but inside the private chambers of your parents, a major turning point was taking place. Your father stood by the wide balcony window, looking out. He was lost in deep thought. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped gently around his neck from behind. Your mother smiled softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she looked out at the stars with him.
"Ji-hoon," she murmured, "I’ve been thinking about something for y/n all evening. I think Jin, your friend's son, is the absolute best match for her." Your father didn't move, but a slight frown touched his forehead. "Marriage?" he questioned, his voice low and serious. "She is still so young. There is no need to rush her into a commitment."
Your mother pulled away with a gentle laugh, walking over to the large traditional bed. She sat down smoothly on the mattress. "She will always be a child for us, Ji-hoon. But look at the Kim family. They are respectable, cultured, and Jin... Jin is a gem of a man. Did you see the way he looked at her when she sang? He would keep our daughter like a queen."
Your father stood silent for a long moment. He respected his friend, and he knew Jin’s reputation as a man. Finally, a faint nod broke his strict posture. "Okay then," your father said, "If you think it is right, I will talk to my friend about it tomorrow." Your mother couldn't help but let out a joyful, victorious giggle, her heart swelling with the excitement of planning her only daughter’s grand future.
The next evening, the grand dining hall was packed with the entire extended family sat together for dinner. Jungkook sat right in the middle, but his usual bright energy was completely gone. He looked staring straight at his plate, completely ignoring your presence. You sat right beside him. Lily and Daisy moved quickly around the circle, serving food. Your cousin sisters, entirely oblivious to the tension, immediately began bombarding Jungkook with questions. "Jungkook, do you have big concerts? Do girls like your music?"
Jungkook forced a polite smile "Yeah, occasionally. It's quite different over there, you see." Desperate to break his cold exterior, you quietly slipped your hand under the heavy wooden table. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you tried to hold his hand, silently begging for forgiveness through your touch.The moment your skin brushed his, Jungkook flinched. Without a single glance at you, he sharply pulled his hand away, tucking it firmly into his lap.
Jungkook picked up his spoon, taking a large bite to distract himself. "Wow. This is tasty," he said aloud to your mother. Your mother beamed with prid "Oh, I am so glad you like it, Jungkook! Today, y/n made the entire dinner herself."
Jungkook froze. His hand stopped mid air, you let out a nervous chuckle and let out a teasing comment before your brain could stop you. "Well, he can't digest good things , right Koo?."
Jungkook didn't say a word. Instead, he reached straight for the bowl full of green chillies. Before anyone could stop him, Jungkook picked up a raw chilli and bit right into it. Then another and another. "Jungkook! Stop!" Your mother cried out, jumping up from her seat in absolute horror. The cousins gasped.
Your mother rushed over, swatting your arm angrily. "Y/N! What is wrong with you? Why you always tease him so ruthlessly?" She quickly grabbed a glass of cold water, pressing it into Jungkook's hands. "Here, drink this, dear boy! Stop eating that!"
Jungkook’s face was turning red, sweat breaking out across his forehead as his eyes watered. He didn't touch the water. He pushed the glass away, abruptly stood up and run toward his room.
Jungkook was pacing the room like a trapped animal, his throat was burning, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, he looked incredibly uncomfortable, You didn't care about his anger right now. You stepped into the room, holding a small bowl filled with a sweet paste, a spoon resting inside it.
"Get out," Jungkook choked, he didn't look at you. "I told you. Get the hell out of my room, y/n" You didn't listen. You took a step closer, scooping a small dollop of sweet onto the spoon. "Jungkook, stop being stubborn. Your mouth is burning. Just eat this."
"I said no!" Jungkook pushed your hand away. The spoon rattled against your fingers, but you didn't back down , you scooped again "Jungkook, please. Just take it." He pushed your hand away a second time, harder this time, "Don't touch me! Go back downstairs."
You ignored the sting of his words. For the third time, you stepped closer, pressing the spoon right against his tightly closed lips. "I'm not going anywhere. Eat it."
With a frustrated groan, Jungkook shoved your arm aside. You didn't let him breathe for the fourth time, you firmly pressed the sweet against his lips, refusing to back down. This time he gave up, hopened his mouth and let you feed him. His shoulders dropped. You quickly set the silver bowl away on a nearby.
Before he could say another word, You reached gently cupped his face your thumbs brushed against his cheekbones, forcing him to look at you. Jungkook’s breath hitched and then, you leaned in and kissed him. You loved your lips slowly gently like an unspoken apologies and terrifying love you had been burying inside your chest. Jungkook froze for a split second, his hands hovering in the air, before he completely surrendered. His arms wrapped fiercely around your waist, pulling you so tight against his chest , capturing your lips passionately.
When your lips finally parted, Jungkook didn't let you go. His grip on your waist tightened, He leaned down, his lips trailing a path from your mouth down to your jaw, pressing deep, breathless kisses against the sensitive skin there. A soft gasp escaped your throat as his mouth drifted lower, his lips finding the column of your neck, making your entire body shiver, you wrapped your arms fiercely around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder just to stay grounded.
Without breaking the rhythm of his kisses, Jungkook hooked his arms under your thighs and effortlessly lifted you off your feet. You clung to him as he carried you across the room gently lowering you onto the edge of the mattress as he leave over you. Jungkook captured your lips once more, his hand slid down from your waist.
His palm tracing your breast, his fingers pressing firmly against your nipples, squeezing gently through the silk of your dress as his mouth completely dominated yours.
With a breathless, trembling effort you placed your hands against his shoulder and firmly pushed him back, breaking the kiss. "Everyone is waiting, Jungkook," you whispered looking at him with wide, pleading eyes, your hand gently resting against his cheek. "Let's go. Please... it's just not the time." Jungkook closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours for a long, heavy moment as he forced his breathing to slow down.
The next morning in the kitchen you stood by the counter, quietly helping your mother chop vegetables. Aunt Mary and Aunt Rose were busy near the pots. Aunt Rose stirred the tea as she glanced over at you. She let out a loud, dramatic sigh. "My own daughters are getting older by the day, you know. Y/N is the eldest in this entire house. If she doesn’t get married soon, how the time ever going to come for my girls?"
You slammed your knife onto the board, your patience snapping. You turned around, crossing your arms tightly. "Don't worry about my marriage," you said "When the right time comes, and when I find someone I actually love.....I will get married."
The entire kitchen went dead silent. Your mother's jaw dropped in absolute horror. "Y/N!" your mother thundered with embarrassment. She stepped forward, grabbing your arm tightly. "How dare you speak back to your aunt like that? Where is your discipline? Say sorry to Rose right this instant!"
You stared at your mother "I won't," you whispered defiively before your mother could even react, you ripped your arm from her grip, and rushed straight out of the kitchen. Your mother closed her eyes, letting out a deeply humiliated sigh as she turned back to Rose.
"I am so incredibly sorry on her behalf, Rose," your mother murmured softly, "Please don't take her words to heart. Ji-hoon and I are already seeing a guy for her, the Kim family's son, Seokjin. If things get finalized, I will get her married off as soon as possible." A faint smirk spread on Rose lips.
You rush toward terrace to Jungkook , he was sitting showing your younger brothers his bicep. The second Jungkook lifted his head and saw you , his entire posture changed. He turned to your brothers "Right, boys. That's enough for today, yeah? Go down." The boys looked between the two of you, and quickly scrambled down the stairs, leaving the terrace completely silent.
You rushed forward, throwing your arms around Jungkook burying your face into his shoulder. You sobbed openly, your entire body trembling "Princess, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me, love," Jungkook whispered, his strong arms wrapping securely around your waist to hold you steady.
"Do something, Jungkook!" you cried out, "Do something, or you are just going to stand right here and watch someone else take me away from you!" Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, he gently rubbed your back. "Whoa, hold on. Who’s going to take you? Unless they’ve got a literal army, I think I can handle a few local lads, princess."
The teasing response hit your raw nerves like fire. The fear of your mother's words in the kitchen flashed in your mind. You violently shoved his chest, you glared at him through your tears. "I am serious, Jeon Jungkook! Stop treating everything like a bloody joke! Everyone downstairs is talking about my marriage right now! My mother is already looking at a guy! What am I supposed to do?"
Jungkook's eyes darken instantly. Before you could even take another breath, his hand shot out, locking around your wrist. With a sudden jerk, he pulled you forward, pinning your back on the railing. "No one," Jungkook hissed, he leaned down until his lips almost brushed yours. "No one can even think about touching you while I am standing here. Do you understand me? Look at me. Do you trust me?" Staring up into the fierce devotion in his eyes, your chest slowly melted away. You swallowed hard, and gave him a desperate nod. "Yes. I trust you." He didn't waste another second. He leaned in and captured your lips.
Your parents sat in the back of the car, your father's face was completely unreadable, your mother sat beside, her heart fluttering with the excitement of settling her only daughter into the most prestigious family in the city. The car pulled up to the grand, elegant gates of the Kim residence.
Jin's home was a masterpiece of modern sophistication and quiet luxury. The heavy front doors opened, and your parents were warmly welcomed inside by Jin's parents and his younger sister, Alice. "Ji-hoon, my friend!" Jin's father beamed, stepping forward to give your father a warm, respectful hug. "We have been waiting for your visit. Please, sit."
After the initial formal greetings, your mother and Jin's mother exchanged knowing, hopeful glances."We came here today to speak about something very close to our hearts," your father began, he looked straight at Jin's father. "We want to officially propose a union between our families. My daughter, and your eldest son, Seokjin."
Jin's mother’s face instantly lit up with pure joy. "There is nothing in this world that would make us more happier! Y/N is an absolute angel. Her voice, her manners...she is exactly the kind of daughter in law we have been praying for."
Right at that moment, Seokjin stepped into the living room, looking impeccably handsome.
"Ah, Seokjin, come here!" his father called out proudly, gesturing to the empty space beside him. "Your uncle Ji-hoon has just brought us the most wonderful news." Jin walked over bowing his head deeply to show his utmost respect to your parents. "Welcome to our home."
Your father looked up at Jin, examining his calm, mature demeanor, his steady eyes, and the quiet strength he carried. A rare, satisfied smile touched your father's lips. "Seokjin," your father said gently but firmly. "We have officially decided to give our daughter hand to you. The marriage is confirmed." Hearing the words out loud, Jin’s heart did a violent, soaring flip against his ribs. He looked down at his hands, trying to suppress the overjoyed smile spreading across his face. He remembered your tragic, beautiful eyes from the night you sang.
He was ready to spend the rest of his life making you happy."Thank you, Uncle," Jin whispered, his voice thick with absolute sincerity and respect. "I promise you...I will hold her happiness above my own, always." The elders instantly clapped, laughing and exchanging boxes of gifts. Alice giggled loudly, nudging her blushing brother's shoulder in celebration.
At night you were in your room when the door clicked shut without a single sound as a tall silhouette stepped inside. It was Jungkook , he walked toward the mattress where you sat. Your heart hammered as he sat right beside you, "Are you awake, love," he whispered, Before you could even answer, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling your body flush against his chest.
He leaned down, his warm lips capturing yours in a deep, desperate kiss. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in the damp strands of his dark hair as he pulled you down further onto the mattress. Jungkook pulled back his fingers drifted down to the top button of your top.
"Princess," he murmured. "Can I...can I take this off?" You stared up, and gave a slow nod. With that silent permission, his fingers pulling the silk fabric away from you. He moved to unhook your bra, letting the clothing slip down to the floor. Jungkook completely froze, staying raised above you on his elbows as your skin caught the cool night air. "Blimey," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly with genuine wonder.
"You're absolutely stunning, love. I don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful in my entire life." He leaned down, his lips moving with a slow, worshiping your breast , His hands traced your sides gently, his warm mouth giving all of his intense attention to your nipples.
You pulled his face closer against you, your voice trembling. "I love you," you gasped out. "Jungkook, I love you so much." He froze against your skin for a split second. He didn't speak a single word, but the deep, consuming way he captured your lips in a passionate kiss was all the answer you needed. He push his tongue inside your mouth consuming the warm saliva. As his hand keep squeezing your boobs , as if he could do it all day without rest , he pull back a lil , pulling his tee over his head throwing it on a random corner of your room .
And lean down kissing the sensitive skin of your neck while your hand trace his abs and chest backand forth.
Your legs wrapped around his waist, against his bulging length you could feel pulsing against you. "Fuck yeah.." You cursed low, head falling back on the pillows and Jungkook looked up, his own cock twitching at the sight of you.
"This here needs some attention too, hmm?" He rasped, hands slipping down from the curve of your waist, pulling your pants down your hips. Wasting no time in finding the wet mess you made of your panties. "Look at this." He grunted, hand cupping your clothed mound. "So wet." You exhaled and a whimper followed right after when he disposed you of them, exposing your deprived cunt to the cold air that had you clenching around nothing.
"And so fucking responsive." He breathed against your bare sex after moving his head down. The way his hands gripped your thighs, his fingers dug into your skin. Your legs draped over his shoulders, trembling."Jungkook—oh God!" You gasped and he groaned.
Burying his face in your wanting pussy. His mouth wrapped around your clit, tounge swiping and licking "Oh- mhm. Feels so good!" You moan out.A shaky exhale brushing against your folds.
"Ah fuck—Oh lord!" You fingers tear in his scalp and hips bucked against his face, eyes rolling back, toes curling . "Oh shit, princess" He whimpers against your cunt.
He swallowed hard, pressing a kiss to your clit before leaning back, your hands loosening their grip in his hair, half lidded eyes meeting his own before they trail down. "Y-You.." You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t have spoken even if you tried. "I'm a starved man, baby" he said leaning upward kissing you softly , just pressing his lips onto yours to keep you in senses.
"Hi." He breathed against you. You felt a shy smile twitch on your lips. "Hi." You reply just as breathlessly. He presses another kiss, this time to the tip of your nose. " Let me put it inside you, yeah?"
"Mhm." You mewl, hands softly going through the beautiful mess that you made of his hair. "What, use your words pretty lady?" He demanded, lips on your cheek. "Please fuck me." You whine and he bumped his nose against your face.
You can't help but grind against him, coaxing his cock back into hardness with your bare cunt against him. His hand trembling when they reached down to pull his pants out, pushing the fabric down his hips to reveal his boxers that were bounding his hard, leaking cock. He took himself in his fist, groaning when he pumped himself in one slow stroke. Eyes never leaving your wide ones like you weren’t sure if you should be impressed, intimidated, or both.
"You're too big."
"And you're gonna take every inch." He said it like a statement, finally leaning above you, the tip of his veiny cock to your slick folds. "Dear lord—" You gasp out loud, your heat stretching around. "Fucking hell." The sensation was overwhelming , you feel that your pussy going to split apart any moment now that's stopping him from moving.
"You're so tight , princess." He hisses out and squeezes your hips with great roughness. His jaw clenched, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he started to move his hips against yours, slow. Your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.
“That’s right, I love you so much” he muttered, his face was buried in the crook of your shoulder. “You’re,fuck, you’re perfect m'love.”
"F-Faster! Please go faster!" His pace was unhurried but devastating, every pull and thrust deliberate. You couldn’t take that anymore and Jungkook couldn’t take keeping you unsatisfied.
His lips found the corner of your mouth, brushing a kiss before moving lower, his teeth grazing your jaw. His hands moved to your thighs, “taking me so well, was made for this cock.” your own body moved with his, meeting him with the same intensity, the same desperate need. "Yeah." He grunted, punctuating his words with a squeeze to your boobs.
The next day the atmosphere inside the drawing room was suffocatingly tense, Aunt Rose sat rigidly, her fingers tightly laced together as she looked across the room, "You talk as though the sun rises and sets purely for your own household," Aunt Rose taunted, "Do you honestly believe your daughter is the only pristine child in this family?" Yourmother slammed her palm flat against the table, "Keep my daughter’s name out of your mouth, Rose! There's a lot of things about your daughter i don't want to say , atleast my child is not like them. Mind your own daughter’s desperate behavior before you dare point fingers at mine!"
Aunt Rose gasped sharply, "Oh, really? You think she is so bloody innocent?"Uncle Jack grabbed Rose’s sleeve, his face pale as he tried to pull her back down to avoid a public scandal. "Rose, drop it right now. Don’t go causing a scene over absolutely nothing—"
"No, Jack, let her hear the truth!" Aunt Rose hissed, violently shaking off his hand. She raised her arm, pointing a finger directly toward the ceiling. "Oh, go see for yourself what your precious, perfect daughter is doing with that foreign music student up on the terrace right now! Go upstairs and look at your family 'honour' rotting away in the dark!"
A dead, terrifying silence instantly fell over the room. Your father, who had been sitting quietly by the fireplace, froze completely. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his cheek twitched, and his expression hardened into pure stone. Without uttering a single word, he stood up, as he began a menacing march toward the grand stairwell. Panicking, your mother hurried right behind him, her heart hammering against her ribs as she prayed Aunt Rose was lying to ruin their family name.
Up on the rooftop terrace, Jungkook had pulled you back against his chest, his large, warm hands splaying flat against your stomach, anchoring you to him. He was softly humming a your favorite song against the shell of your ear.
A breathless laugh escaped your lips as his lips brushed your jawline while he whispered "I could stay like this until the world ends,princess" He turned you around slowly within the tight circle of his arms until you were facing him. He cupped your face, his thumbs tracing your cheekbones with a tenderness that made your knees weak. "Just you and me. Tell me we don't need anything else."
You smiled up at him, your hands sliding up his chest, pulling yourself closer until there was no space left between you. "Jungkook, be serious," you breathed, your heart beat fast ,as your eyes dropped to his lips. "If my father catches us out here, he will absolutely ruin us."
Instead of stepping back, Jungkook’s grip tightened, pulling your hips flush against his. He let out a low, defiant chuckle, his gaze dropping to your mouth before rising back to your eyes. "Let him try," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were a mere breath away from yours. "I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care about their rules or what your family demands. I want you to promise me something right now."
He pressed his forehead gently against yours, "Promise me that no matter what lies they tell you, and no matter how hard they try to tear us apart, you won't let them change your mind about me. Promise me you'll belong only to me."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes , you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting your head up to close the agonizing gap between you. "I promise you, Jungkook," you swore softly, your lips brushing his as you spoke. "I am yours completely. It has only ever been you, and no one else will ever touch my heart. I will wait for you forever if I have to."
A soft groan escaped the back of Jungkook's throat at your words. He closed the distance entirely, his lips molding over yours in a deep, kiss that tasted of sweet desperation and unspoken vows. His hands slid up your spine, pressing you so tightly against him that you could feel the frantic.
"I love you princess"
"I love you koo"
The heavy iron door of the terrace flew open, slamming violently against the wall and shattering the fragile paradise you had built in Jungkook's arms. You snapped apart instantly, gasping, your heart dropped straight into your stomach. Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim glow, was your entire family. Your father’s chest heaved, while Aunt Rose peeked over his shoulder with a smug, venomous grin.
Before you or Jungkook could even utter a word of defense, your mother lunged forward. Before you could even blink, her hand flew through the air, landing across your cheek with a sharp slap that echoed off the stone walls. Your head snapped back, the skin of your face instantly burning as tears erupted from your eyes.
"You shameless girl!" your mother hissed, her voice shaking with disgust as she grabbed your wrist, violently yanking you away from Jungkook.
"Y/N!" Jungkook roared, his eyes widening in pure horror. He instantly moved to step between you and your mother, his hands reaching out to protect you, but your father lunged forward, grabbing Jungkook by the collar and shoving him backward against the terrace railing, cutting off his path to you."Don't you dare lay a hand on my daughter!"
"Mumma, please! Stop! Let me go!" you begged frantically, "Jungkook! Father, please don't hurt him! It was my fault, please!" Your mother didn't listen to a single word. Devoid of any mercy, she dug her nails into your wrist, dragging you down the stairwell like a prisoner. You stumbled blindly down the steps, your tears blurring the sight of the plush velvet carpets and the pristine family portraits lining the walls.
You screamed and pleaded, but your mother remained entirely deaf to your cries, her only focus being to hide you away from the world.
She threw open the heavy door of your bedroom, violently shoving you inside so hard that you collapsed onto the floor, before slamming the door shut and turning the brass key with a sharp, final click.
Up on the terrace, Jungkook and your father standing, Your father stepped closer, his voice dropped "Remember that day in my study, Jungkook? You ask me about the fees for your classes?"Jungkook swallowed hard, he slowly nodded his head, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "I remember, sir. You said you didn't want my money."
"Exactly," your father hissed, "I told you that, but I also told you that if the day ever came where I asked you for something in return, you would have to give it to me. Do you remember your promise, boy?"
"I do, but sir, please, anything else—"
"I am asking for that payment today," your father cut him off, he raised a finger, pointing it directly at Jungkook's chest. "Leave my daughter. Pack your things, leave this country, and never look back. I want you gone from her life. That is the price of my teaching. Now pay your debt and get out."
Jungkook felt the words strike him like a physical blow, he realized his beautiful dream was completely shattered Jungkook’s knees buckled under the crushing weight of those words, and for the first time, his fierce, protective stance completely crumbled. Tears broke free, spilling rapidly down his pale, bruised cheeks as he fell to his knees right there on the cold stone of the terrace, completely broken. He reached out with trembling hands, practically grovelling at your father’s leather brogues, entirely stripping away his pride.
"Sir, please... I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, his voice cracking into a raw, desperate shriek that pierced the silent night. "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving, heartless mask of aristocratic steel, entirely unmoved by the young man's agonizing despair. He coldly pulled his foot back from Jungkook’s grasp, looking down at him with nothing but disgust and unyielding authority.
He slowly pulled a silver pocket watch from his coat vest, clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it.
"You have exactly ten minutes," your father stated, his voice flat, hollow, and utterly devoid of mercy. "Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your wretched bags, and clear out of my estate. If I see your face inside my gates when the hand moves, I will have the authorities drag you away in chains. Pay your debt and leave."
Jungkook’s knees buckled under the weight of those words, his tears broke freely, as he fell to his knees right there "Sir, please...I beg of you, don't do this to us," Jungkook sobbed, "I love her, sir! I love Y/N more than my own life. I don't care about the music, I don't care about anything else in this world, just let me be with her! I will do whatever you ask, I will work a thousand times harder, but please, I cannot live without her. My heart will stop beating if you tear her away from me!"
Your father didn’t even blink. His face remained an unmoving. He slowly pulled a pocket watch clicking it open with a sharp, metallic sound that signaled the end of Jungkook's life as he knew it."You have exactly ten minutes, Ten minutes to go downstairs, pack your bags, and clear out of my estate."
Jungkook looked up, searching the older man's eyes for a single shred of humanity, but he found absolutely nothing. Jungkook slowly forced himself to stand up on his trembling legs. He wiped his tears before turning around to pack his things and face the long, agonizing journey back to London.
Inside the suffocating darkness of your bedroom, Your frantic sobs echoed off the walls as you choked on your own tears. Suddenly, the door swung open, Daisy standing there, her eyes wide with sorrow and her face pale."Y/N," Daisy whispered, her voice trembling "He's going. Your father said, he said you can watch him one last time before he leaves."
The words hit you like an electric shock. Without a single second of hesitation, you pushed past her. You rushed downstairs "Jungkook!" you shrieked, But by the time your feet hit the bottom steps of the grand stairs, you froze, your breath completely catching in your throat. There he was, standing right at the main door of the estate. He was holding his suitcase, his shoulders slumped and shaking with silent, heavy sobs.
He didn't turn back, knowing that looking into your eyes would break whatever little strength he had left to fulfill his promise to your father. Without a single word, Jungkook stepped across the threshold, and the heavy front door began to swing shut, severing your world in two. You broke down completely sobbing so hard , it echoed in the whole estate, your mother started crying too , your sister rush toward you.
"Call my friend Mr. Kim , ask him to come with his family" your father said to his manager.
When you gonna post Devotion? I hope I'm not sounding desperate.
You're not sounding desperate at all, love. Devotion will be up on 21st July. Thank you for being excited enough to ask, it genuinely makes me smile. I hope it'll be worth the wait.🫶🏼
Summary:-Being Jungkook's fourth third wife was never the plan. You were meant to finish your studies, not be handed over to a wealthy man nearly a decade older than you , a man already burdened with two wives and haunted by rumours of a dead one. One wife welcomes you with kindness. The other watches with quiet resentment. Yet it is not the living who unsettle you most. It is Eleanor , the first Mrs. Jeon. She died years ago under circumstances no one dares discuss. The servants whisper about it. Society has already reached its verdict , they all believe the same thing: Jeon Jungkook killed his first wife. But rumours are not always the truth.
Genre:-Dark Romance , Mystery , Gothic Fiction, Arranged Marriage , Slow Burn , Drama, Smut , Strangers to lovers (trope)
"Then, by the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The priest's voice echoed through the chapel, a strange numbness settled over you.
The stained glass windows bathed the aisle in coloured light, painting shades of gold and crimson across the marble floor. Everything looked beautiful almost dreamlike. If only you felt the same.
"And now," the priest said with a smile, "you may kiss the bride."
A nervous flutter stirred in your stomach , the chapel fell silent. You slowly turned towards Jeon Jungkook. Up close, he was even more intimidating than the newspapers made him seem. Tall , Broad-shouldered , Dressed impeccably in black. There was something unsettling about how composed he remained while your own heart threatened to beat straight out of your chest. Not once throughout the ceremony had his expression changed , not when you exchanged vows , not when the rings were placed upon your fingers.
He stepped forward, you became painfully aware of every pair of eyes watching. Your parents , Margaret , Cecilia , The priest. The staff standing quietly at the back of the chapel. Jungkook's gaze lingered on your face, as though searching for something.
His hand lifted, resting lightly against your cheek. Then he leaned in his lip touches yours, Merely a formality carried out before witnesses. The sort of kiss exchanged by two strangers fulfilling an obligation rather than a promise. When he pulled away, the chapel erupted into polite applause.
Your attention remained fixed on the man standing before you. The man society whispered about. The man accused of murdering his first wife.
Six months ago, if someone had told you that you would become Jungkook's third wife, you would have laughed in their face. You had other plans, your world revolved around architecture. Endless sketches covered your desk, half-finished models occupied every spare corner of your room, and your greatest concern was whether your final project would impress your professors.
Marriage was nowhere on the list. Certainly not marriage to a man eleven years older than you. Yet one evening, your father sat you down and informed you that your future had already been decided. You were to marry Jeon Jungkook , you remembered staring at him in disbelief.
Everyone knew who Jungkook was. One of the most influential businessmen in the country. Owner of countless companies, estates, and investments. A man whose name appeared in newspapers almost weekly. A man who already had two wives and according to society, a dead one.
You refused at first you argued , pleaded , cried. None of it mattered. The agreement had already been made. In the end, you were left with no choice but to accept. That was how you found yourself standing in a chapel, exchanging vows with a man you barely knew.
His first wife, Margaret, was another matter entirely. Margaret Jeon was elegance personified. At thirty-five, she carried herself with a grace that made everyone around her feel slightly inadequate. Kind-hearted, patient, and endlessly composed, she possessed none of the bitterness one might expect from a woman sharing her husband with others.
Jungkook had married Margaret years ago not for love. Margaret's mother had been his own mother's closest friend. When she fell gravely ill, she had only one final wish , that her daughter would never be left alone in the world. Jungkook had honoured that wish and from what little you had observed, Margaret had never once regretted becoming Mrs. Jeon.
His second wife Cecilia was entirely different. Beautiful in the way storms were beautiful. At thirty, Cecilia possessed a sharp tongue and a sharper mind. Unlike Margaret, she made no effort to hide her displeasure regarding your presence.
Jungkook's marriage to Cecilia had been born from another arrangement. Her father, a powerful businessman whose health had rapidly deteriorated, had made a rather extraordinary declaration. Whichever man married his daughter would inherit everything. His companies ,estates , investments, fortune an empire worth billions. Many men had sought Cecilia's hand for precisely that reason. Jungkook had simply been the one chosen. Whether Cecilia had ever wanted the marriage was another question entirely.
And now there was you. The third wife the unwanted addition to an already complicated household.
The journey to the Jeon estate passed in near silence. You spent most of it staring out of the carriage window, watching the countryside blur past while a single thought repeated itself in your mind.
By the time the iron gates appeared, dusk had already begun to settle. Your breath caught the estate was enormous , not a house , not even a mansion. An estate.
Stone walls climbed towards the evening sky, ivy curling around ancient pillars. Tall windows reflected the fading sunlight, while perfectly trimmed gardens stretched farther than the eye could see. It looked less like a home and more like something from a novel.
The moment you stepped inside, that feeling only intensified. The entrance hall was magnificent. Crystal chandeliers hung overhead. Marble floors gleamed beneath your feet. Portraits lined the walls. You found yourself glancing around uneasily.
"Welcome home." Margaret's gentle voice broke the silence. Before you could respond, you felt another gaze. Cecilia , she stood a few steps away, arms folded across her chest. The look she gave you could have frozen a river. You quickly looked away. Jungkook removed his gloves before turning towards Margaret.
"Would you show her to her room?"
"Of course." Margaret smiled warmly. Then, as though struck by a thought, she added .
"Although, darling, shouldn't she be staying in your room tonight?"
You nearly choked. Jungkook's expression didn't change, but his eyes lifted towards Margaret. A warning glance. Margaret immediately looked amused.
A laugh escaped Cecilia "How considerate of you, Margaret."
Margaret sighed "Cecilia."
"No, please continue," Cecilia said sweetly. "You've always been so invested in Jungkook's marriages." The sweetness in her voice somehow made the remark worse.
Margaret rolled her eyes "You make everything sound scandalous."
"Only because everything here usually is."
You suddenly felt as though you had walked into the middle of a conversation that had been ongoing for years. One filled with private jokes and old grievances. Jungkook looked entirely unimpressed.
"Enough." The single word was calm. Yet both women immediately fell silent. An impressive achievement, considering Cecilia looked capable of arguing with a brick wall.
His gaze shifted towards you. For the first time since arriving, he seemed to notice how uncomfortable you were.
"You needn't worry." His voice was even. "There will be no expectations placed upon you tonight."
You wished the marble floor would swallow you whole. Across the room, Cecilia muttered something beneath her breath. Margaret elbowed her.
"What?" Cecilia complained.
"You are behaving terribly."
"I'm being honest."
"You're being insufferable."
Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. You almost felt sorry for him.
"Margaret," he said, clearly choosing patience over murder, "please show her the room."
Margaret immediately brightened "Come along, dear." As you followed her towards the grand staircase, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
Margaret's room was on the east wing. Yours, apparently, was not far from it. As the two of you walked through endless corridors, she pointed out various parts of the estate along the way.
"The library is downstairs." You nodded. "The conservatory is at the back." Another nod. "And if you ever get lost,which you absolutely will, just find a servant. I've lived here for years and still take wrong turns." A surprised laugh escaped you.
Margaret smiled, looking rather pleased with herself. The room she eventually led you to was beautiful. Far larger than your bedroom back home. Tall windows overlooked the gardens. A fireplace occupied one wall. Fresh flowers rested on a small table near the bed.
"It's lovely," you admitted quietly.
"I'm glad you think so." Margaret moved towards the wardrobe. "Would you like some help with those dreadful wedding layers?"
You laughed softly "Please."
Within minutes, she was helping you unfasten buttons and remove various pieces of your wedding attire. The atmosphere remained surprisingly comfortable. Not once did Margaret make you feel embarrassed. In fact, she seemed determined to avoid awkwardness altogether.
"So," she began casually, folding a piece of fabric, "architecture."
You glanced up "What about it?"
"I heard you're studying it."
A smile appeared before you could stop it "I am."
"Do you enjoy it?"
"I love it." The answer came instantly. Margaret noticed of course she did.
For the next several minutes, she asked question after question. What buildings inspired you? What was your favourite project? How long had you wanted to become an architect? The conversation flowed so naturally that you almost forgot where you were. Almost forgot that only a few hours ago you had married her husband. Margaret listened attentively to every answer. By the time you finished changing into a comfortable nightdress, some of the tension had finally left your shoulders.
Margaret seemed to notice "Better?"
"A little."
"Good." The older woman smiled. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The room felt strangely peaceful. Then Margaret stepped closer. Before you could react, she gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture reminded you painfully of your mother. Something softened in her expression.
"You've had quite a day. That's one way to put it."
A small laugh escaped her. Then, unexpectedly, Margaret leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. The gesture was entirely maternal. When she pulled back, her eyes were kind.
"So listen to me carefully. This house can be overwhelming at first." Her gaze drifted briefly towards the door. "And the people inside it can be even more overwhelming."
That earned a reluctant smile from you. Margaret smiled back. Then she took your hands in hers.
"This is your home now, alright?"
The words caught you off guard. Nobody had said them since you arrived nobody except her.
"If you ever need anything, come to me."
Your throat tightened unexpectedly "Anything?"
"Anything." There was no hesitation in her answer.
Margaret left your room only after making certain you had everything you needed. The corridors were quiet as she made her way towards Jungkook's . She wasn't surprised to find him there. He stood beside an open window, a cigarette between his fingers. The night air drifted through the room, carrying away the smoke.
"You really should stop doing that."
Jungkook glanced over his shoulder "Good evening to you too, Margaret."
Margaret rolled her eyes before walking over and taking the cigarette from his hand "You know the doctors keep saying the same thing."
"And yet here I am."
"Unfortunately." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Margaret moved closer, straightening the collar of his shirt before wrapping her arms around him from behind. It was an old habit. Neither thought much of it anymore.
"New bride is frightened."
Jungkook's expression softened slightly "I know."
"She's twenty-four, Jungkook."
His gaze remained fixed on the darkness beyond the window "I know."
Margaret rested her chin against his shoulder. "Please don't let anything happen to her. She wants to study. Let her finish."
Jungkook sighed "Margaret."
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
She frowned. He finally turned towards her. The door suddenly swung open. Cecilia entered carrying a bottle of wine. She stopped her eyes immediately landed on Margaret standing close to Jungkook. A flicker of irritation crossed her face.
"There you are." Without waiting for an invitation, she crossed the room and placed herself directly between them. Margaret sighed.
"Cecilia."
"What?"
"You've interrupted a conversation."
"You were hugging my husband."
"Our husband."
Cecilia ignored her. Jungkook looked exhausted already. Margaret immediately reached for the bottle "No."
Cecilia pulled it away . "Margaret."
The two women stared at one another. Jungkook looked as though he'd rather attend another board meeting. Margaret pointed towards the door.
"You should go and speak to her."
"Who?"
"The new bride."
Cecilia laughed "I would rather not."
"She's new here."
"Not my problem."
"She's alone."
Cecilia uncorked the bottle "Still not my problem." Margaret folded her arms "At least make an effort to know her." That earned a sharp look. Margaret opened her mouth. Cecilia continued before she could speak.
"Leave it alone. He doesn't love her."
The room went silent. For a brief moment, nobody spoke. Then Margaret tilted her head.
"Neither does he love you." The words landed with remarkable precision. Jungkook closed his eyes. Cecilia stared at Margaret in disbelief.
Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose. "Must the two of you do this every evening?"
The following morning, you woke earlier than expected. For several moments, you simply lay there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above you. There was little point attempting to fall back asleep. After getting dressed, you slipped from your room and wandered through the corridors. The house was surprisingly peaceful at this hour.
Eventually, a warm scent drifted through the air. Fresh bread , Tea, something sweet. Curious, you followed it. The scent led you towards the kitchens. You paused at the doorway.
Margaret stood at the centre of the room, sleeves rolled neatly to her elbows. A servant was helping prepare ingredients nearby, but Margaret herself was occupied with a mixing bowl. She looked remarkably at home. As though she belonged there more than anywhere else. You couldn't help smiling.
"Good morning."
Margaret looked up immediately. A smile spread across her face "Good morning, darling."
You stepped inside "I didn't expect to find you here."
"Most people don't." She wiped her hands on a cloth. "Welcome to my kitchen."
You glanced around the enormous room. At least half a dozen servants were already moving about.
"My kitchen?"
Margaret looked thoroughly pleased with herself "Yes." You laughed softly "You're cooking?" She nodded.
"But there are so many servants."
"I know."
"Then why are you doing it yourself?"
Margaret looked genuinely confused by the question "Because I enjoy it."
"As simple as that?"
"As simple as that."
She stirred something before continuing "The servants are wonderful, but I've always loved cooking." A fond smile appeared on her face. "And besides, I only cook for everyone."
Margaret poured tea into a delicate porcelain cup. Without warning, she held it out towards you. You blinked. She blinked back.
"...What's this?"
"Tea."
"I can see that."
"Excellent."
You narrowed your eyes. Margaret looked innocent. A dangerous sign.
"Margaret."
"Take it upstairs."
Your stomach sank "To whom?"
"Jungkook."
You stared at her. She smiled. You continued staring. Her smile widened.
"Absolutely not."
"Oh, come now." You lowered your voice. "I barely know him and it's awkward."
Margaret laughed "You're married."
"That doesn't make it less awkward. If anything, it makes it more awkward."
The older woman considered that "Fair point." You looked victorious. For approximately three seconds. Then Margaret placed the cup directly into your hands. The warm porcelain nearly made you drop it.
Balancing the cup of tea carefully, you followed Margaret's directions through what felt like an endless maze of corridors. The estate was far too large for any reasonable person. Eventually, you found the door.
You hesitated then knocked. You knocked again. Still nothing. After a moment's consideration, you carefully pushed the door open. The room beyond was surprisingly simple compared to the rest of the estate. A large bookshelf occupied one wall. Papers were neatly arranged across a desk near the window. Everything was orderly.
Your gaze drifted towards the bed and froze. He was asleep. You hadn't expected that. For a man who always seemed perfectly composed, there was something strangely human about seeing him asleep. The sharp edges of his expression had softened. You quietly crossed the room and placed the tea on the bedside table.
"Mr Jeon?"
No response. You tried again.
"Jungkook?"
Margaret had sent you all this way. You couldn't exactly return downstairs carrying the tea. But taking a breath, you stepped closer.
"Jungkook."
Just as you reached out to lightly touch his shoulder, your foot caught against the edge of the rug.
"Oh—" Your balance vanished instantly. Before you could stop yourself, you stumbled forward. A startled sound escaped you. The next thing you knew, you had landed against the mattress. Far closer to Jungkook than was remotely appropriate. His eyes opened immediately. Dark eyes meeting yours from only inches away. For a brief, mortifying second, neither of you moved. The world seemed to stop. You could hear your own heartbeat. Feel the warmth radiating from him. Feel the embarrassment rapidly taking years off your life.
Jungkook blinked once then twice. Clearly trying to understand why his newest wife was suddenly hovering above him at seven in the morning. Heat flooded your face. You scrambled backwards so quickly you nearly fell a second time.
"I—" Wonderful start "I brought tea." Excellent recovery. Your face burned. The corner of Jungkook's mouth twitched ever so slightly.
"The tea attacked you?" You stared. He stared back. For the first time, you realised he was teasing you. Very subtly , Very rarely. But definitely teasing.
"It was the rug."
"Of course. The rug is dangerous. I'll inform the staff immediately."
You narrowed your eyes. Jungkook sat up, looking far too amused for a man who had just been awakened in such a ridiculous manner. Your gaze immediately darted towards the cup.
"The tea will get cold." he reached for the cup. "Thank you."
You awkwardly folded your hands behind your back. "Margaret made it."
"I know." Of course he knew. Something about that answer felt unexpectedly familiar.
You took a step towards the door then another.
"I should go."
Jungkook nodded.Yet as your hand reached the handle, his voice stopped you.
"Good morning." You glanced over your shoulder. He was holding the cup of tea, looking considerably more awake now.
"Good morning, Mrs Jeon."
An hour later the dining room was already prepared. The table seemed to stretch endlessly beneath a glittering chandelier. Silver cutlery gleamed beneath the morning light, while servants moved quietly around the room, placing dishes in their proper places.
Margaret was already seated. She smiled the moment she saw you. You took the seat beside her. A few moments later, Cecilia entered. Elegant as always not that she looked pleased to be there. Her eyes swept across the table before settling on Jungkook. Without hesitation, she pulled out the chair beside him and sat down.
"Good morning, Cecilia," you said politely. Cecilia looked up from pouring herself coffee. For a second, you wondered if she would ignore you entirely. Then she gave a short nod.
"Morning."
A servant began serving breakfast. For a while, the table remained quiet. Until Cecilia decided silence was unacceptable.
"Jungkook."
"Hm?"
"You're leaving for the office today?"
"After lunch."
Cecilia immediately brightened . To your surprise, Cecilia reached over and adjusted his tie. The action seemed completely natural. The sort of thing someone did after years of familiarity. Jungkook didn't even react clearly this was normal. You focused very hard on your breakfast.
Margaret, however, looked entertained. "You do realise he's capable of adjusting his own tie."
Cecilia didn't even glance at her. "He's capable of many things. That doesn't mean he'll do them properly."
Jungkook sighed "I am sitting right here."
Margaret nearly choked on her tea. You hid a smile. Cecilia noticed Her eyes narrowed slightly. "Something amusing?"
"No."
"You're smiling."
"I'm not."
"You absolutely are."
Margaret laughed outright. Jungkook folded his newspaper.
"You've frightened her."
"She's still here, isn't she?"
You decided that was probably the closest thing to affection Cecilia was capable of expressing. Margaret leaned towards you slightly.
"That's Cecilia being friendly."
You blinked "Friendly?"
"Terrifying, isn't it?"
Breakfast eventually came to an end. The household seemed to move with practiced efficiency the moment Jungkook prepared to leave. You found yourself unsure whether you were expected to do anything at all.
Margaret, apparently, knew exactly what was expected. She approached Jungkook carrying his watch. "You forgot this."
Margaret looked entirely pleased with herself as she fastened the watch around his wrist. Cecilia appeared moments later. She stepped forward, adjusted his collar, and pressed a quick peck on his lip .
"Don't work too late."
"I'll try."
"You always say that."
"And yet you keep asking."
Cecilia huffed dramatically. You remained where you were. A few steps away. After all, what exactly were you supposed to do? You had known the man for barely a day.
Jungkook's gaze drifted across the hall. For a brief moment, his eyes met yours. Then they shifted towards Margaret. Something unspoken seemed to pass between them. Before you could think about it further, he turned towards the door. The massive front doors closed behind him.
Margaret immediately clapped her hands together. "Come along, darling." She linked her arm through yours before you could protest. "I shall show you the estate. Trust me, you'll need a tour."
Cecilia snorted. "She'll get lost within an hour."
Margaret shot her a look. "Cecilia."
"What?"
"Be nice."
Cecilia folded her arms. Then her gaze landed on you. You weren't entirely sure how a single person could communicate so much judgement without speaking. It was almost impressive. You found yourself pouting slightly.
Margaret looked at you. Then looked at Cecilia. Then back at you. The tiny pout on your face was so unexpectedly sulky that her heart nearly melted.
Margaret immediately reached over and patted your cheek. "There, there."
You looked scandalised "I am not upset."
"Of course not." Margaret smiled sweetly. Across the hall, Cecilia stared at the interaction. Then, for reasons known only to herself, looked even more annoyed.
"Oh, for heaven's sake."
With that, she turned sharply and marched away. The sound of her heels echoed through the corridor. You watched her disappear.
"Does she always do that?" Margaret considered the question. "Every day"
Then she tucked your arm through hers once more. "Come along."
"Where first?" A mischievous glimmer appeared in her eyes. "The library." Your face immediately brightened. Margaret smiled.
For the next hour, Margaret guided you through what felt like half the estate. The west wing , the library , the conservatory. A music room nobody seemed to use anymore. Several drawing rooms you were fairly certain all looked identical. By the end of it, your feet hurt. Margaret looked perfectly fine. You suspected she possessed supernatural abilities.
"You'll get used to it eventually," she said.
"To walking five miles just to find breakfast?"
Margaret laughed "Precisely."
The two of you turned another corner before she suddenly stopped. A door stood at the end of the corridor. Unlike the others, it was locked. The brass handle gleamed untouched. Something about it felt different. You glanced at Margaret.
"What's in there?"
For the first time all morning, her smile faded. "That was Eleanor's room."
Your heart skipped. Eleanor The name seemed to linger in the air. You hesitated then curiosity got the better of you.
"I've heard about her. What was she like?"
A strange expression crossed Margaret's face. A little later, the two of you found yourselves seated on a garden bench overlooking the rose gardens. The morning breeze carried the scent of flowers through the air. For several moments, Margaret simply stared ahead. Then she spoke.
"Eleanor was beautiful. The sort of beautiful people write poems about." A faint smile touched her lips.
"When she entered a room, everyone noticed. She was kind too," Margaret continued. "Very kind." The smile on her face became genuine. "Most people assumed she'd hate me."
You frowned "Why?"
"Because I was another wife."
"Oh."
Margaret shrugged "Instead, she became my friend."
You blinked "A close friend?"
"My best friend."
The answer came without hesitation. A small ache settled in your chest. Margaret looked down at her hands.
"Eleanor never treated me like a rival. Nor Cecilia. Oh, Cecilia was impossible back then. She argued with everyone. I find that very difficult to believe."
Margaret gave you a look. You both burst out laughing. When the laughter faded, Margaret continued.
"Eleanor always knew how to handle her. She knew how to handle all of us."
You looked towards the estate. Towards the countless windows.
"You loved her."
Margaret's eyes grew suspiciously bright "Very much." Margaret's gaze drifted towards the gardens. Towards nothing at all.
"She loved Jungkook. So much that it was almost frightening."
Then Margaret's expression darkened. "The day she died..." Her voice trailed off.
You felt your stomach tighten "Margaret?"
She exhaled slowly "One day she was here and the next...We found her dead."
The words landed heavily between you. You didn't know what to say. What could anyone say? Margaret stared ahead. Lost somewhere in the past.
"I remember thinking the house had become too quiet and somehow it never stopped being quiet after that."
That evening, the estate felt quieter than usual. Jungkook had returned one look at him told you the day had been difficult. His tie had been loosened, his hair slightly dishevelled, and there was a weariness in his eyes that even his usual composure couldn't hide.
Margaret immediately stood "Long day?"
"The longest." His answer earned a sympathetic smile. Before either of you could say anything else, Cecilia appeared. As though she had been waiting.
"There you are."
Jungkook glanced at her. Cecilia took his coat from his shoulders before any servant could. Her arms travel on his chest she push her body closer to him , she took his hand place on her lower waist .
"Come upstairs."
"Cecilia—"
"No arguments." She put her index finger tip on his lip looking directly in his eyes in a seductive way .
Jungkook seemed too exhausted to argue. With a quiet sigh, he allowed Cecilia to lead him towards the staircase. The two disappeared upstairs.
Margaret lowered her gaze. For a brief moment, her expression looked unbearably sad. As though she were trying very hard not to feel something. Your heart squeezed. Without thinking, you moved closer and wrapped your arms around her. Margaret froze. Then slowly relaxed into the hug.
"Oh, darling." Her voice was soft. You rested your chin on her shoulder.
"Come to my room. We'll watch a film."
"A film?"
"Yes."
Margaret smiled despite herself "I believe that's your solution to everything."
"It usually works."
The older woman shook her head affectionately. "You are ridiculous."
"Maybe."
"But very sweet."
The film had been Margaret's choice. It was some impossibly romantic story involving stolen glances, handwritten letters, and a handsome gentleman who spent half the film staring longingly at the heroine.
You had spent most of the time making sarcastic remarks. Margaret had spent most of the time telling you to be quiet. By the end of it, neither of you were paying much attention to the screen. The two of you sat cross-legged on the bed, sharing biscuits and tea.
Margaret glanced at you "So. Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
You nearly choked on your tea. Margaret looked delighted. "Oh, there was someone."
You groaned "A very long time ago. I was practically a child."
"You still are."
You stared at her "Margaret. "I'm twenty-four."
"Exactly." She smiled sweetly "So what happened?"
You rolled your eyes "He moved away."
"Tragic."
"It wasn't tragic."
"Heartbreaking?."
"It really wasn't."
Margaret laughed. The sound filled the room. For a moment, you simply watched her. It struck you how easy it was to speak with her. As though you had known her far longer than a day. Margaret studied your face.
The following morning was unusually peaceful. You were curled up on one end of the drawing-room sofa, a book resting in your lap. Margaret sat nearby, carefully slicing fruit for breakfast. The estate was quiet. Then Cecilia entered. One glance at her face told you she was in an exceptionally good mood.
Which, somehow, was far more concerning. Margaret didn't even look up.
"Good morning, Cecilia."
"Good morning."
You lowered your book "Morning."
Cecilia sat down and helped herself to a strawberry. A smile lingered on her lips.
"Honestly husband didn’t let me sleep last night , he was so much in mood "
Margaret's knife paused briefly. You shifted uncomfortably.
"Cecilia." You snap "Maybe we don't need to discuss this."
The room went quiet. Cecilia slowly turned towards you. Her smile vanished.
"What did you say?"
You immediately realised your mistake "I just meant—"
"No."
She look so offended "What exactly did you mean?"
Margaret looked up "Cecilia."
But Cecilia wasn't listening anymore.
"You've been here for what? A few days? And suddenly you're telling me what I can and cannot talk about? You really are ill mannered."
You swallowed "I wasn't trying to—"
"OF COURSE YOU WERE." The words came sharper now. "You walk into this house and immediately start acting as though you belong here."
Margaret stood "Enough."
"No." Cecilia's voice cracked through the room. "No, I'm tired of pretending. You know what your problem is?"
You blinked rapidly "Cecilia..."
"You think being young makes you special." The words struck harder than they should have. "You're not the first wife. You're not even the second."
Margaret looked horrified "Cecilia!"
"But somebody should tell her."
The older woman stepped forward "Cecilia, stop." Yet Cecilia continued. As though every insecurity you'd carried into this marriage had suddenly been given a voice.
By the end of it, your vision had blurred. You hated that. Hated that tears had appeared at all. You looked away quickly. Margaret saw. Her expression immediately softened.
"Oh, darling..." At that exact moment, footsteps echoed through the hall. Everyone turned. It's Jungkook he stopped the moment he entered the room. His gaze moved from Margaret... to Cecilia...and finally to you. Your eyes were red and suddenly, every single person in it looked guilty.
Cecilia moved first as she always did. She crossed the room quickly and wrapped her arms around Jungkook. " Honey ." To your astonishment, her eyes were suddenly shining with tears.
"She disrespected me."
You stared. Margaret stared. Even Jungkook looked mildly unconvinced. Cecilia buried her face against his shoulder. "I was only talking and she told me to stop."
Margaret looked as though she wanted to throw a fruit bowl. Instead, she walked over to you. "Look at me."
You tried looking away. Margaret gently cupped your face. She wiped away a tear that had escaped despite your best efforts. Across the room, Cecilia continued her performance.
Slowly, his gaze shifted towards you. Your eyes were still red. Your book still lay abandoned on the sofa. For several seconds, he simply studied you. Then he stepped away from Cecilia. Jungkook stopped in front of you.
"Look at me." Reluctantly, you did "Did you disrespect her first?"
You shook your head "No."
His expression didn't change "Did you insult her?"
"No."
"Raise your voice?"
Another shake of your head "No."
Jungkook nodded once. Then his gaze moved towards Cecilia. A terrible sign Cecilia immediately straightened.
"What?"
"Did she?" The room became very interested in the answer. Cecilia opened her mouth. Margaret folded her arms. Finally, Cecilia huffed.
"No."
Jungkook sighed quietly "Cecilia."
"What?"
"Apologise."
Cecilia looked genuinely offended.
"To her?"
"Yes."
"But—"
"Cecilia."
She stared at him. Then at you. Then at Margaret.
"I'm...sorry."
The evening settled over the estate in uneasy stillness. You sat curled on the sofa with a newspaper. At first, you only skimmed it. Then your eyes caught the headline.
JEON HOUSEHOLD SHROUDED IN MYSTERY: FOURTH MARRIAGE, DEAD FIRST WIFE, AND WHISPERS OF CRIME
Your stomach tightened. The article went on and on exaggerations, rumours dressed up as facts, cruel speculation about Jungkook, about Eleanor, about you. You turned another page.
A sharp voice cut through the room.
“Don’t read that.”
You flinched. Jungkook stood near the doorway, tie loosened, expression unreadable but his tone wasn’t. “Don’t read that bullshit.”
Your fingers tightened around the paper. A question had been sitting inside you since the morning, growing heavier with every whispered rumour, every locked rooms . You lifted your gaze.
“…Did you really kill Eleanor?”
The air changed. Jungkook’s expression shifted not slowly, not subtly. It hardened his eyes darkened in a way you hadn’t seen before.
“What did you just say?”
Your throat tightened you stood up.
“I just—people say—” You didn’t get to finish.
In a single stride, he crossed the distance between you. The newspaper slipped from your hands. Your back hit the wall before you fully registered what was happening. Jungkook’s hand came up fast but it wasn’t around your throat. It was against the wall beside your head. The impact made your breath stutter. His other hand caught your cheek , not gently, but firmly enough to make you still.
“Don’t you dare,” he said, voice low and shaking with something dangerous, “take her name again.”
Your chest rose sharply. Fear spread through you before you could stop it “I didn’t mean—”
“Do you hear me?” His grip tightened slightly, not hurting you but close enough that your mind couldn’t tell the difference.
“Never. Say that. Again.”
Your eyes burned. You nodded quickly, breath uneven “Okay… okay…”
From the side of the room “JUNGKOOK.” Margaret’s voice. She had entered without you noticing. Her eyes moved from him… to you… to his hand still near your face.
“Let her go.”
Jungkook didn’t move at first. Then, slowly, he stepped back. Like something inside him had snapped loose. You slid down the wall slightly, shaking. Margaret was there in an instant. She pulled you into her chest.
“It’s alright,” she murmured softly, stroking your hair. “You’re alright.”
You clung to her without thinking. Across the room, Jungkook stood very still. His breathing changed. His hand pressed against the edge of the table. His jaw tightened. Margaret noticed immediately.
“Jungkook…”
But he wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was staring at you. Or maybe through you. His breath became uneven like he couldn’t catch it properly.
“No…” he muttered under his breath. Margaret’s grip on you tightened. “Y/N, don’t move.”
Jungkook took one step back. His hand went to his chest. He looked… lost. For the first time since you’d known him he panicked and then his breathing broke completely and then he fell. Hard. The sound of it snapped through the room.
“Jungkook!” Both you and Margaret moved at once. You reached him first, dropping to your knees beside him, your hands shaking as you tried to steady his shoulder.
“Hey hey, look at me,” you said quickly, though your voice trembled. “Breathe… just breathe.”
His eyes were unfocused, chest rising unevenly. Margaret was already there, grabbing a glass of water from the side table and splashing a little on her palm before pressing it gently near his face.
“Easy,” she murmured. “You’re okay. Just breathe.” Slowly, his breathing began to settle. The sharp panic in his eyes dulled still there, but no longer consuming him.
Only when his grip loosened did you realise how tightly you’d been holding him. Jungkook pushed himself upright, though unsteadily. The silence that followed was heavier than before. Then his gaze snapped to you. Something in him hardened again.
“Don’t ever mention her name like that again,” he said, voice low and rough. “Do you understand me?”
You flinched slightly. He continued before you could answer.
“If you do… you’ll see something you won’t like.” The words landed like ice. “Go to your room.”
Your throat tightened. You didn’t argue. You stood slowly, eyes lowered “…Okay.” And then you left.
Margaret stayed behind. Jungkook was still sitting on the floor, one hand pressed to his forehead, trying to steady himself.
“You scared her,” Margaret said softly. His jaw tightened. “She crossed a line.”
Margaret didn’t look away “Truth is always bitter.”
Summary: They say your first love is unforgettable. For you, Jungkook was a whirlwind of fire, a beautiful dream that was brutally ripped away by family obligations. Enter Kim Seokjin. Bound by a marriage of convenience to a man you barely know. But how can you give your heart to your husband when it’s still bleeding for someone else?
When the ghosts of you past resurface, Jin does the unthinkable: he offers to let you go. Now, you must choose between the passionate boy who owns you memories, and the selfless man who holds your present.
Pairing: You × Jungkook , You × Seokjin
Genre:- Romance, Drama, Smut, Arranged Marriage, Love Triangle, Slow Burn, Angst, Family Drama, Emotional Romance
Tropes: Arranged Marriage / Marriage of Convenience, Slow Burn, First Love vs. Soulmate, Peak Emotional Angst, Devastating Selflessness.
PART 1: The Fire We Ignited {21 July 2026}
Your father is a classical music maestro, a boy from London, Jungkook, moves into your house in order to learn music. The tension between you and him quickly turns into a deep, secret love. He becomes your everything. But when your father finds out, he forces Jungkook to leave, breaking your heart completely.
PART 2: The Shattered Vows {26 July 2026}
Hollow and heartbroken after Jungkook’s departure, you are walked down the aisle to a man you barely know ,Seokjin. Jin demands nothing, respects your boundaries, and quietly protects you with a love so selfless it aches. When a sudden discovery pushes Jin to make a shocking decision, you both head to London only to face a dangerous situation that changes everything.
PART 3: The Devotion We Found {31 July 2026}
In the cold streets of London, the lines between love, guilt, and duty begin to blur. A strange twist of fate brings the past and the present dangerously close. As the clock ticks down, you must finally look into your heart and make the ultimate, heartbreaking choice.
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