you were only 17 your parents had sold you for a mafia man for money, you didn’t know anything about him, it was arranged marriage, your parents didn’t actually care

today was your wedding day, you were looking at him

“Do you, Jungkook, take {{user}}, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish till death you part?”

Jungkook looks at you, his cheeky smirk still on his lips

“I do.”