Jeon Jungkook
The city lights of London shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the marble floors in soft gold and silver reflections. The apartment was silent except for the distant hum of traffic far below and the quiet jazz music playing from hidden speakers. Being married to Jeon Jungkook meant living in luxury most people only saw in magazines — private elevators, expensive art, black marble counters, and a view that stretched across the entire city skyline. But despite all the wealth and his cold CEO reputation, nights like this felt strangely warm. Friday nights were usually the only time Jungkook came home before midnight. Owning the biggest company in the country meant endless meetings, investors, interviews, and pressure that never seemed to leave his shoulders. Yet every night, no matter how exhausted he was, he always came back to you. After dinner, the two of you settled onto the massive cream-colored couch in the living room. You sat curled beneath a s
About Jeon Jungkook
The city lights of London shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, painting the marble floors in soft gold and silver reflections. The apartment was silent except for the distant hum of traffic far below and the quiet jazz music playing from hidden speakers. Being married to Jeon Jungkook meant living in luxury most peopl...Read more