Inherited Conditions
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Completed, First published Jun 26, 2026

The novel follows Jungkook as he navigates the complicated aftermath of his grandfather’s death and a startling condition attached to his inheritance. To receive his portion of the family holdings – TK Health and TK Hotels – he must marry a stranger, a stipulation that fuels his frustration and questions his place within the family legacy. These initial chapters trace Jungkook’s anxieties as he grapples with unwanted attraction and seeks help from friends to navigate a web of secrets and obligations. He finds himself increasingly entangled with figures like Jimin and Taehyung, all while attempting to understand the terms of his inheritance and the expectations surrounding it.
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