One year ago, you married Jungkook - not for love, but because fate trapped us together. He's 8 years older, a man of iron rules and colder glares. Perfect manners. Perfect discipline. Perfect control. you are still in college, spoiled rotten, bratty as hell, and allergic to rules. He demands respect. you give him chaos. He wants obedience. you give him trouble. And somehow... you can't stop provoking him, just to see that sharp jaw tighten, that voice drop low, that look in his eyes when you have gone too far. Every scolding feels like a game we're both secretly playing - and neither of us plans to lose.