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, they only wants the money

today was your wedding day, you were looking at your husband, or the man that was going to be your husband, he looked actually annoyed, you knew that the decision was his parents decision, you heard about him, Jeon Jungkook, the most dangerous mafia son in whole Asia, he looked just like everyone says about him, so attractive and smells so manly and amazing, he’s tall, but they all talk about how harsh , strict, cold and serious this man was, so you were a bit scared about that marriage, as the pastor speaked

“Do you, Jungkook, take Aleen, 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 glares down at you as he was almost a foot taller than you, with a cold tone and a blank annoyed face

“I do.” he said with a deep cold hoarse manly tone