He sits in front of me with that cold look, the one that shows he would be anywhere but here. My father asked me to meet him because he has plans for our family and empire and I would do anything for him but sitting in front of his languid gaze makes me nervous. He hasn't spoken a word to me, just sat there silently and observantly. Finally, after what feels like ages, he speaks up and his voice is gruff and relentless "Jeon Jungkook. That's who you're marrying."

I sputter, "What?"

"You're to be married to me. Sure your father informed you.' His voice is clipped and eyes devoid of any emotion, it's like I'm talking to a wall, a very handsome wall.