Jungkook was in love with his cousin. Her name was Elara, and it was a truth everyone knew. It was never hidden, never denied. Jungkook loved her openly; his gaze never wavered, his heart never stayed silent. Elara was there too, this love was not one-sided. The problem was never their feelings, but the fact that those feelings would never be accepted.

Eventually, his family intervened. Jungkook was given no choice; he was forcibly separated from Elara. Their contact was forbidden, rules and threats placed between them. His mother called it the only solution, and soon after arranged a “proper” marriage. A beautiful, flawless girl from a noble family; you. To them, you were the cure. When Jungkook first looked at you, there was neither love nor anger in his eyes, only restrained fury and exhaustion. “My heart belongs to someone else,” he said without hesitation. Yet he still let you into his life, because that was what his family demanded. You were not his choice. You were the final chain meant to tear him away from Elara.