I was getting married soon.

The more I thought about it, the more bizarre it became, but I would soon bear a different last name. I was going to be part of another family to be their daughter-in-law. And a wife.

I would soon be the wife of a man I knew nothing more about than his name. Maybe it was better that way because it would prevent me from shaping an opinion on a personality I wasn't interested in anyway.

It was just an arranged marriage and not a love story worthy of its own poems.

I was okay with that because I had chosen that path myself. I could have turned it down, looked for other ways out of the impasse we were in, but I chose the easier way.

Why, I didn't know, because I had never been a quitter. Marrying someone to save your father's career was unbearably easy, but was it really that bad? Another something I didn't know.

But one thing I did know, however, was that my father had pulled the ship over land with his bare hands long enough, and instead of leading the way behind the wheel, I now had to get off and get bloody hands myself.

Maybe it was stupid, but my brain seemed to only survive with this solution. For my father, it was the stupidest decision I had ever even entertained as a choice. He had been against it and would be forever.

I thought he was mad that I had taken away his ability to work even harder for his family and I knew deep down that it actually was one of the reasons. He was not a proud man, but take away a father's chance to provide for his family and he was only half of what he needed to be.

I didn't care, though. I didn't believe in gender roles and always found them controversial. Not that I was saying there weren't certain things the man or woman had to do in a house to make things run the way they were supposed to. But was it really that reprehensible for me to want to protect my family the way my father wanted?

Maybe he wasn't a proud man, but I'd be damned if I was going to see my family crumble and fall without having done anything about it. And the figures of his debts danced so heavily on our shoulders that I knew it would eventually happen, even though my father assured me everything would be all right.

And that's why we had had an argument. It was the biggest fight I'd ever had with him because when we had disagreements, the discussions usually ended in an exchange of words and nothing more.

But dad had been so angry his voice most likely sounded through the whole house. Sophia had asked me about it, and I knew she had read the despair in my eyes because she wrapped me in her arms.

He had ended up burying his face in his hands and sent me out of his office. But he had to accept it because I had made up my mind. We didn't talk for two weeks after that, and Rai kept wondering what had happened.

And finally, dad accepted it - half-heartedly so - and had stopped by my room a few days ago to tell me that he had passed the message on to the Jeons and that I should get ready for the weekend to meet with their son.

So here I was doing just that.

I stared into the mirror and the reflection of myself stared back. A dress draped around my body like a glove, black fabric elegantly reaching to my knees. It left no room for an opinion, so he wouldn't be able to judge my choices based on my appearance.

Simple jewelry, black heels, and my purse were all he would receive. I was neither nervous nor excited, my eyebrows in their natural shape as I touched up my lip gloss.

I didn't want to come across as having made an effort with the way I looked, but that didn't mean I wouldn't dress up as fancy as could be expected in a restaurant of such class. I knew where I needed to look good and no one would get a chance to see me slip just because the occasion was a different one.

I wondered if my soon-to-be spouse had been the one to fight it because his father had come up with the idea in the first place. But I gauged that no one must have stopped him from this marriage.

I didn't hate him, because I needed to know a person before I allowed such strong feelings. Besides, I realized that he was probably just as unexcited about this outcome as I was, and it would have been unfair to hold him responsible for it when it had been both of our choices.

Still, I pushed those thoughts into a forgotten corner, because what mattered was that this marriage would happen. After all, both parties had already agreed. Taking one last look in the mirror, I heard a knock on my door before Sophia entered.

The car to pick you up is here she announced and I noticed the band-aid wrapped around her pinky, but she waved her hand when she saw my gaze on it.

"I'm ready," I said, making my way to the door.

Sophia stopped me and her hand on my shoulder slid down until it squeezed my fingers. You look beautiful she complimented.

I didn't know if it was a sincere one, but a smile found its way onto my lips and I squeezed her hand back. Sophia always managed to make me feel better and her warm eyes were just what I needed to get me through the night.

Keeping my nose high, I descended the stairs. I wasn't expecting it, but there had been a small seed of hope in me that perhaps my father would want to see me before I left, but there was no one at the entrance and so the brick in my chest grew to double in size.

I knew that he would embrace the idea that I would soon be married - he had to - but there seemed to be a long way to go before that happened. But if that wasn't the case, he wouldn't have come to me a few days ago to share that the marriage was happening.

Sophia opened the front door for me and a polished black car was already parked in the dark night. The driver was patiently waiting, one hand resting professionally behind his back. When he saw me, he opened the back door without hesitation and my heels clicked against the pavement before I got in.

Making myself comfortable in the leather seat, I pushed the electric partition between the driver and me closed, granting me privacy. Maybe it was a way to maintain distance from the life I would soon be living.

The ride down to town took long enough for me to sort out my thoughts. My mind was mostly blank as far as the evening was concerned. I had no ideas or expectations and so I continued to look out the tinted window as the streetlights flashed past me.

I didn't dwell on who had chosen the restaurant, because it served what it was supposed to. I'd been there often enough to know my way around the menu, and it didn't escape me that it was a more high-profile location. Perfect for giving the gawking eyes a show.

Most of the people we knew spent their time there in the evening to a Michelin star plate and the soft music was excellent for making casual conversation. I knew everyone important to talk about this union, as Saturdays were always occupied and prosperous days.

The stirring car came to a stop and it lasted long enough for me to figure out that we hadn't stopped at a red light. The gentle thud of the door closing sounded and a few seconds later my side opened. The driver offered me his hand as I threw a leg out of the car and stepped out into the night.

The reason why my future husband and I appeared separately in the restaurant was unknown to me when the purpose of the dinner was for us to be seen together, but I paid no attention whatsoever and approached the entrance only to realize that the driver had let me out not at the main entrance but on the west wing.

It wasn't too offensive, because the entrance on the west side was almost as busy as the main entrance, and the waiters no less attentive. As soon as I entered, a petite blonde woman welcomed me with a polite smile.

"Good evening, Ms. Matokai." she greeted me.

I nodded at her, my lips curving up a bit. "Good evening. I'm here for my reservation with Mr. Jeon."

"Right," she said before taking a quick glance at the place card in front of her. "This way, please."

She extended her arm toward where the tables looked out onto the river. I followed her after another waiter helped me remove my coat. Chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling dimly lit the room, enhancing the interior. Live music played in the distance from a grand piano.

I ignored my slowing steps as our table came into view and I saw him sitting with his back to me. His suit fit snugly on his shoulders and his dark hair was slicked back, but that was all I could see.

And when he heard approaching footsteps, he turned, breaking his gaze out the window. He stood and I came to a stop.

"I'll be back with a menu." the waitress informed me, but I almost didn't hear her over the thoughts buzzing in my head.

It only lasted for a split second, however, and I recovered from the surprise, suppressing the words on my tongue. The man who would soon become my husband thanked the waitress and took the separating two steps toward me.

I let him lead me to my seat and he pulled out the chair for me while the waitress disappeared, leaving us alone. Amusement danced in his even darker eyes as he settled into the chair on the other side of the round table.

Sure, all the nice gestures he had just made were for show, but that was just the last of my concerns. I blamed the almost non-existent communication between my father and me for this bafflement.

And of course, he caught it. "Not the Jeon you were expecting?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as I sat there quietly. "Or are you blinded by me?"

I restrained myself from rolling my eyes at his cockiness. Indeed, it was not what I had expected and I felt foolish for a full ten seconds for not discussing this matter further with my father. I would have spared myself the schadenfreude that played on his face if I had.

I raised my eyebrow and looked at him through my lashes. Not knowing what to say, malicious glee spread across his features, and the evening began tenser than I would have liked.

The fact that Jeon Jungkook was sitting in front of me did not invalidate the agreement of marriage. At least not for me.

"You thought you were going to marry my brother Yoongi, didn't you?" he asked, shifting in his chair. He was watching me closely and I knew that any reaction I would show would fly right into his hands.

I crossed one leg over the other under the table. This was the first time I spoke and I didn't plan on holding back. "Does it matter which one of you I marry?"

Pursing his lips, he nodded slightly. "I guess not to you."

He was right. It didn't matter to me, because I would be walking down the aisle either way. But it made a difference to him because it was either getting married or not. I had assumed it would be Yoongi because that was what traditions dictated.

Clearly, I was wrong and seeing through that, Jungkook tried to cover his distaste. There was nothing lively about our conversation, which had just begun when the waitress from earlier reappeared, gave me my menu card, and left.

Jungkook grabbed his menu and began flipping through the pages. I took a moment to study the man in front of me without exchanging another word with him. I liked knowing who I was dealing with, but he didn't expose much of himself.

"You're not going to look at what you want to eat?" he asked, his gaze still lingering on the menu in front of him. I bit my inner cheek because he knew I had been watching him without lifting his gaze.

Narrowing my eyes, I took a sip of the drink that the waitress had brought me a few minutes ago. "Don't need it. I know the menu."

"So you come here often?" his brown irises studied my face and the roll of my shoulders.

I let out a soft laugh. "I think you're forgetting that you and I both belong to the same world."

My challenge only made his eyebrows raise and he grinned like I told the funniest joke. He started to irritate me, but I knew that getting mad added to his amusement so I stayed quiet.

I was not naïve and saw through his tactic of trying to intimidate me by making it seem like his status was above mine just because my father's financial instability was known to him.

But he forgot that as much as he wore a Tom Ford suit and filled my nose with Bleu de Chanel, YSL heels kept me tall and diamond earrings shimmered under the light. I could take any challenge he flung my way.

I broke our intense eye contact out of respect for the waitress who now appeared at our table to take our order. She had brown hair and it was the first time I had seen her here. "I'll have the chateaubriand with glazed carrots, please."

"Excellent choice, ma'am, it's our Gourmet Chef's specialty," she said, noting my order.

"I know." I smiled. "Please pass on my compliments to Mr. Kim."

"Of course." she smiled back. Then she turned her attention to Jungkook. "For you, sir?"

"The sous vide duck," he said simply, handing his menu card to the waiting woman. He wasn't necessarily rude, but he wasn't polite either.

On the table, I felt his phone vibrate, which was placed with the screen facing down. It wasn't the first time, and I wondered why he hadn't picked it up once. Maybe it was a girlfriend wondering where he was. Not that it was any of my business, but no matter how much of an uncurious person I was, there were still things I wondered about.

I toyed with the idea of excusing myself to the restroom because the silence was unnerving, but I didn't want him to think he was intimidating me into hurrying into the ladies' room at the first opportunity. So we both stuck to the stubborn analyzing.

Jungkook had changed since high school. Not that I thought he would still be the same as he was nine years ago, but seeing that he was now a man struck me as odd. He still had the same dark eyes and stupid smirk, but his build was now mature, strong limbs stretching against his clothes.

Not long later, two waiters, this time young men, arrived at our table with our plates covered with silver cloches. We thanked them before they excused themselves and I placed a napkin on my lap.

The food looked magnificent as always and smelled even better. We began to eat quietly, silverware clinking against the porcelain. Perhaps I would have had a reason to be satisfied if I had seen him slip, but as with other things, Jeon Jungkook was smooth and skilled with handling cutlery.

"You shouldn't be frowning. People are watching." I heard from across the table after a while, which brought my focus up from the tender meat to the source of the deep voice.

I slowly cut a piece of my beef tenderloin, but my hand remained lingering on the table. "I am not frowning."

"You are." he objected, his gaze now on something else. I followed the line of his attention and found Adam McGrath and his wife Margaret sitting a few tables away from us.

Jungkook greeted them both with a simple nod of his head and a smile that looked genuine to everyone else, but not to me. I tipped my head slightly in greeting as well and they smiled at me.

"It has to look convincing if you want this to work." he hinted as if that hadn't been in my head the whole time.

"You don't have to remind me." I countered, continuing to eat unbothered.

"Good," he commented, and the grip tightened around my knife, which he didn't seem to notice. Gaze unwavering, he carried on. "As long as we both know it's not real. And never will be."

At that, a laugh gurgled in my throat and I closed my eyes as I propped my back against the chair. I patted my mouth with the napkin and brought my hands back to the table to link them.

"You must really be that confident about your non-existent charm that you think any woman will be head over heels for you?"

He mimicked my position and cocked his head to the side. "What can I say? It's easy to fall in love with me."

The more his cockiness upset me, the more ridiculous I thought it was. I didn't know if he was doing it on purpose because he knew I found him unbearably overconfident or if it was just his personality. One thing was for sure and that was that he found it all very entertaining.

I loved putting people in their place and I knew I had a heck of a lot of work to do with this man in front of me. But I had gotten myself into this and I had to suck it up.

"Won't happen with me," I assured assertively. The tension between us had mounted so high that I could feel my fingers itching.

"Careful, sweetheart. I might take that as a challenge."

The glare shared between us was interrupted by a waiter making sure we were enjoying our meal. We returned to eating in silence and even ordered dessert, although I had initially not intended to stay that long. It was now close to eleven and the night was obviously coming to an end.

Jungkook reached his hand across the table in my direction. I looked at it then and then up at him. "I'm not holding your hand even if it's for show."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not dying to hold your hand either. Give me your phone."

I contemplated and doubted giving it to him just to be difficult, but it was childish as I knew the reason he wanted it. Unclasping my purse, I fished out the device and placed it in the palm of his hand.

He typed on the screen and soon another vibration of his phone sounded, indicating that he texted himself to have my number as well. Then he handed the device back to me without another word.

After that, he called over a waiter and asked for the bill. Retrieving his black Amex from his wallet, he paid for the dinner. I wouldn't thank him for it, because it was the minimum he had done for the night.

"My driver will take you back home," he said as he helped me put on my coat. Again, a show for the rest of the high society who had stayed until this hour. There weren't many, but I saw out of the corner of my eye Mrs. McGrath looking our way.

I nodded and we left the restaurant. My previous driver was already standing at the entrance and opened the door for me while Jungkook escorted me the last few steps to his car.

"Someone's taking pictures of us," I muttered under my breath as Jungkook's hand grazed my lower back, but I didn't shake it off.

"Don't look in his direction," he whispered in my ear, and though the warm breath tickled me in the cold night, I allowed no reaction.

Pulling the front of my coat closed, I climbed into the back seat and though I expected the door to close, Jungkook took my hand in his. A mischievous smirk pulled up his lips and his eyes gleamed with glee.

"Good night, future wife." he acted before planting a small kiss on my knuckles.

All for the sake of a show.

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A/N: two doms???