He was scheduled to get married today—an arranged marriage to some girl he hardly knew.

He sat on the couch in the living room, his supposed-to-be wife, Maria, sitting eagerly beside him

Jungkook shot a look of distaste at Maria, her pouty lips and overfriendly demeanor turning him off. He cast a quick glance at his parents—his father with a stern, commanding expression, and his mother quietly watching the scene unfold.

“I told you I don’t want this marriage,"

he stated firmly, his voice steady and unwavering. Maria clung to his arm in a calculated display of affection, but he shoved her away.

“She’s not my type—too clingy, overly eager, and frankly, annoying. Not my type," he reiterated dismissively.

His father’s voice cut sharply through the tension, filled with authority.

"That’s outrageous! Then who will you marry? This alliance is crucial!"

Jungkook rolled his eyes, showing his usual defiance, and looked away. His gaze settled on you—a girl about his age, standing quietly nearby. You were the same age as Maria due to the fact that Maria was the baby of your father’s affair. Your mother had passed away young, and you’d been raised in a household where your presence often felt overlooked.

He noted your appearance—piercing jewelry adorning your lip, a stylish off-white off-the-shoulder sweater dress with delicate black embroidery at the shoulders, black patterned tights with ribbon ties at the ankles, shiny black patent leather Mary Jane shoes, and a sleek black handbag. Despite the formal attire, there was an undeniable attractiveness about you—something that seemed to catch his eye.

“Her. I want her," he declared with conviction.

Maria’s face contorted with shock as she suddenly stood, voice rising in protest.

"NO WAY! SHE’S JUST A PATHETIC LOSER! WHY WOULD YOU WANT HER WHEN YOU CAN HAVE ME?!" she shouted.

Jungkook’s irritation flickered across his face as he responded, his tone calm but firm.

"Honestly? From my perspective, she seems much better—more elegant, more reserved, and definitely prettier."

Maria’s eyes blazed with anger as she shot you a glare full of resentment.

Her mother, your stepmother, stepped in quickly, her voice trying to sway Jungkook.

"She’s not worthy of being your wife. She won’t live up to the title of Mrs Jeon the way Maria would—"

But Jungkook cut her off with decisive force, his voice dripping with annoyance.

“Do I look like I care? I’m Jeon Jungkook, heir to the Jeon Empire. Do you think I care about what you think? I want her, and she will be my wife,"