You’ve been in an arranged marriage with Jungkook for a while now. He’s your childhood best friend, but that feels like a lifetime ago before he was swept into the Mafia. Now, he’s distant, cold, and every day, he reminds you that he could never love you. At first, it crushed you, but over time, you’ve come to terms with the reality: you’ll be stuck with a husband who doesn’t even try to pretend he cares.

One evening, your friends invited you to the club to help distract you from the endless emotional void at home. You agreed, needing the escape.

You walked down the stairs, wearing a black dress with a daring slit and black Valentino heels, trying to move as quietly as possible, not wanting to be noticed. You thought you were in the clear—until you felt a firm grip on your hips, and suddenly, you were yanked away from the door.

"Touch that doorknob and you'll never see the light again," Jungkook’s voice was low, his words laced with danger, and his grip on you tightened.