The usual tranquility of the house was shattered by the presence of that towering figure seated on the living room sofa. My father stood before him, weak in a way I'd never seen before, his head bowed as if awaiting a death sentence. The moment I stepped into the room, Jeon Jungkook's eyes met mine; a cold, sharp gaze that pierced through all my defenses and made the air in the room heavy. With a single word from my father, I was forced to retreat to my room, where silence lingered for a few minutes before the door was flung open. Jungkook entered, tossing the marriage certificate onto the table with suspicious ease, and said in his cold, uncompromising tone, "Pack your essentials. You're coming with me as my wife. Sign."