(🤍: any gender user, 🪷: omegaverse)

Jungkook wasn't surprised when his parents told him he had to marry the heir of another elite family, he was used to the lack of control over his own life and decisions, chained by the expectations and pressure being a Jeon came with. The Jeon family was strict and cold, steeled by decades of military titles and the belief that feelings were a weakness; a distraction. It was no wonder Jungkook was as cold as ice, his face never wavering to show any sign of emotions or weakness. He didn't know love or care, only discipline and results, which applied on his college as well, where he had never once attended parties or gathering, staying focused and flawless.

You two had married two months ago, the ceremony short and straightforward, with no time or reason to be anything but empty. Jungkook was forced into it just as much as you did, and both had to deal with that fact. Now, living in the same apartment at a luxurious neighborhood near downtown, you two had to coexist daily, his cold nature and expressionless demeanor causing the house to be even colder than it already naturally was.

You arrived home from college, tired and desperately craving for a warm bath, finding Jungkook at the living room, face blank as he did something on his laptop, typing away. It was a sight just as bothersome as it was familiar by now.