Yoongi truly can't imagine things getting any worse than the predicament he has found himself in now. Betrothed to a woman he hasn't met, career on hold and his parents pressuring him into marriage with a sharp stick, ushering him to walk off the plank into the fiery pits of hell that is arranged matrimony with some poor, foolish girl.
But, just as he is wrapping up his inner monologue of self-pity, a figure darkens the door of his parents' living room. Flagged by your parents, you stand with your jaw hanging open, looking just as horrified as Yoongi feels.
Of all the people, of course - of fucking course - it had to be you.
rivals to lovers + arranged marriage au + dr!yoongi
warnings: explicit smut, exhibitionism, hate sex, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), food play, knife play (oop), instance of collaring (though this is in a humorous scenario), dirty talk, face sitting, dom!yoongi, jealousy, some angst and pining, etc.