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Welcome!! I hope you’ll enjoy this book, much love by Jiminsfilter143.
The clink of porcelain echoed in the Park family’s living room, accompanied by soft laughter and a warm fragrance of freshly brewed tea.
Jeon Jungkook sat straight on the velvet sofa, his back barely touching the cushion, shoulders taut beneath his dark blue shirt. Across from him sat Mr. and Mrs. Park-ever-smiling, ever-polished. His own parents, seated beside him, looked relaxed and at home, as if they belonged there.
And in a way, they did. The Jeons and Parks had been friends long before either son could walk.
“Jungkook has grown so much,” Mrs. Park beamed, pouring more tea. “I still remember him crying when Jimin bit his hand as a toddler.”
Jeon Jungkook gave a small, polite smile. He didn’t remember the bite-but he remembered the boy with big, bright eyes who always spoke too fast and laughed too loud. Jimin.
“Kids,” Mr. Jeon chuckled. “Now look at them-grown, successful. The perfect age to start building a life together.”
Mrs. Park clasped her hands, hopeful. “That’s what we wanted to talk about, Jungkook. We know this isn’t… usual. But if you and Jimin are open to it, we’d love for this marriage to happen.”
Jungkook’s eyes dropped to the cup in his hands. The word “marriage” hung heavy in the air.
He hadn’t said yes. Not yet.
“We don’t want to force you,” Mr. Park added gently, leaning forward. “But we truly believe this could work. You’re already family to us. And Jimin… well, he’s never said no to anything we asked. He trusts us.”
That last line made Jungkook’s jaw tighten.
“He’s still at university, right?” Mr. Jeon asked.
“Yes,” Mr. Park nodded. “But he should be back shortly. Jungkook, why don’t you take a walk around the house? You can wait for him in his room-it’s upstairs, second door to the left. Maybe seeing the space he lives in will help you see the kind of person he is now.”
Jungkook stood, bowing respectfully. “Thank you. I’ll wait.”
The Parks smiled brightly as he excused himself. The moment his footsteps faded up the stairs, Mrs. Park leaned toward the Jeons with a grin.
“I think he’ll be surprised.”
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Upstairs – Jimin’s Room
The second door to the left creaked open as Jungkook pushed it gently.
It was warm. Lived-in. A soft scent of lavender hung in the air.
Sketchbooks scattered the desk. A half-open drawer revealed colorful pens and little candy wrappers. There was a framed photo of Jimin and his dog beside his bed, and a notebook wide open on the sheets with messy, rushed handwriting.
Jungkook walked in slowly, eyes scanning the space.
Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands on his knees, staring around.
He didn’t know what he was expecting-but this room, this whole situation, it was too personal. Too sudden.
He barely had time to gather his thoughts before he heard the front door open downstairs.
Jimin kicked off his shoes near the door, tugged off his backpack, and called, “I’m home!”
He barely waited for a response before bounding up the stairs, his hoodie slightly oversized, and his hair messy from the wind.
He reached for his room’s doorknob, muttering to himself, “God, I need to nap for a whole year-“
Click.
The door opened, and he froze.
Someone was sitting on his bed.
A tall guy. Broad shoulders. Black hair pushed back. Calm and clean-cut like the lead of one of those old romance dramas his mom used to watch.
“…Who are you?” Jimin asked, eyes wide. His voice was soft but cautious.
The stranger stood slowly, towering a little as he offered a gentle bow. “Jeon Jungkook. I’m here with my parents. They’re… talking to your family downstairs.”
Jimin blinked. “Oh.” Then a pause. “…Still doesn’t explain why you’re in my room.”
Jungkook let out the faintest smile, eyes crinkling at the edge. “Mr. Park told me I could wait here for you.”
Jimin narrowed his eyes just slightly. “Wait here? For me?”
Another small nod.
And then, calm as the sky, Jungkook said,
“I’m your fiancé.”
Jimin stared at him for a full three seconds. Then blinked. Twice. “I’m sorry-what?”
“Your parents and mine arranged our marriage,” Jungkook added, respectful but direct. “I came here today because they wanted to talk about it. You didn’t know?”
Jimin shook his head, dazed. “No. I mean-no one told me anything about… marriage.”
He looked down, fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie, cheeks tinged with confusion. “I was literally in class two hours ago learning about global trade policies. Now I have a fiancé?”
“I understand this is sudden,” Jungkook said gently, “but I didn’t agree to anything either. Not yet. I came to meet you.”
There was something about Jungkook’s voice-steady, calm, and unthreatening-that made Jimin take a slow breath.
“…Okay,” he murmured, voice small. “I guess we should go downstairs, then.”
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Downstairs – The Living Room
The moment Jimin and Jungkook stepped into the living room, all heads turned with eager smiles.
“There you are,” Mrs. Park beamed. “Jimin, darling, sit.”
Jimin did, curling beside his mother. Jungkook took the seat beside his father again. The air shifted-more serious now.
Mr. Park cleared his throat and looked at Jimin kindly. “I know this is sudden. But we’ve spoken at length with the Jeon family. We want to join our families together.”
Jimin’s brows furrowed softly. “You want us to get married.”
“Yes,” Mr. Jeon said, smiling. “But not just for politics or tradition. We think it’s a beautiful bond that could grow. You’re both responsible, kind, and we trust you both deeply.”
Jimin glanced at Jungkook, his heart fluttering strangely at the quiet way he met his gaze.
“I…” Jimin licked his lips, voice still timid. “I trust you. So if this is what you think is right, Appa, I’ll say yes.”
A soft wave of warmth filled the room. Mrs. Park squeezed his hand in pride.
All eyes turned to Jungkook. He gave a short nod, firm and sincere.
“I respect your family. I respect my parents. If Jimin is okay with it-so am I.”
Relief swept through the room like a breeze. Smiles bloomed. Tea was poured again.
But amid the gentle clinking and joyful murmurs, Mr. Park suddenly spoke up:
“Why don’t you stay the night, Jungkook?”
Jungkook blinked. “Tonight?”
“Yes,” Mr. Park smiled. “The boys barely know each other. Let them talk, bond a little. We’ll prepare the guest room upstairs.”
Mrs. Park raised her eyebrows, then glanced at her husband. “Speaking of which… why is Jungkook staying in the guest room when he can just share Jimin’s room?”
Jimin choked. “What?”
Even Jungkook faltered for a moment. “That… might not be appropriate yet-“
Mrs. Park waved a hand dramatically. “Oh please. It’s a big bed. You’re engaged now. And it’s not like you’re strangers anymore.”
“But-” Jimin began, wide-eyed.
“No buts,” she smiled, looking too pleased with herself. “You’ll have to live together soon anyway. Might as well start now.”
Mr. Park chuckled, sipping his soup. “Don’t argue with her. I’ve been married thirty years and still can’t win.”
Mrs. Jeon grinned. “Well, Jungkook? You okay with it?”
The entire table seemed to fall silent, eyes on Jungkook as he set down his chopsticks gently. He glanced once at Jimin-flustered and blinking like a confused kitten-and then back to Mrs. Park.
“If Jimin’s comfortable with it,” he said, tone soft and sincere, “I don’t mind sharing the room.”
Jimin’s ears turned red. “I-I mean, it’s fine. You can stay in my room.”
“Okay.” Jungkook said with a tiny smile.
Mrs. Park clapped her hands once, victorious. “Settled, then!”
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