The gala was supposed to be just another night of enduring whispers and judgment. Another night where Jungkook ignored your existence while the world mocked your arranged marriage.

But when one of his rivals sneers, “Everyone knows he doesn’t love you,” you swallow the hurt and smile like it doesn’t cut deep.

Until Jungkook appears.

His grip on the man’s wrist is lethal, his voice soft but deadly. “Say another word about her, and I’ll ruin you.”

The room stills. The world watches.

Then, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you against him—not just for show, but as if he finally realizes you were his all along.

And maybe, just maybe, you let yourself hope.