Friends. [Edited] | PJM x Reader

9 : Priorities.

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"This place sounds nice, what do you think baby ?"

You sighed, looking at the building's picture without great interest.

Hyesung and you were starting to plan marriage.

He accused you of spending too much time with Jimin, so in response, you accepted to start the marriage plans, which was more difficult than you thought.

You didn't even know if you really wanted this marriage anymore.

"I'm sorry but I don't really like it neither." You said with a small sigh, feeling guilty of rejecting everything the lady was proposing you.

Hyesung sighed in defeat, excusing the two of you to the wedding planer who nodded with a small smile.

He was getting irritated by your behavior, clearly not taking the hint that you weren't comfortable at all.

He softly grabbed your wrist and pulled you a little further from the lady before glaring at you.

"What the hell is your problem ? This one was nice." He immediately said, furrowing his eyebrows.

"You're marrying a visual director, you're a fucking businessman what the fuck do you know about aesthetics ?" You answered, also getting irritated.

If he thought you weren't going to match his energy, he was wrong.

Very wrong.

"Who the fuck cares about aesthetic ? It's just a place to get married y/n-ah, you don't have to over-analyze everything." He said more agressively.

"No shit you don't care about aesthetic, if you did you woudn't have went out of your house dressed like that." You answered, also getting more agressive.

He scoffed, crossing his arms against his chest.

"You attack on the looks now ?"

"Are your clothes sewed to your body or what ? It's something you can change, it has nothing to do with the looks your surgeon gave you, don't worry he did a good job." You answered, rolling your eyes.

He clenched his fists, tapping his foot frantically on the floor.

'Oop, I hit a nerve..'

"Y/n-ah just pick a place, you better hurry the fuck up."

Your phone started ringing, making you look for it in your purse.

"If I don't like it, I won't pick it." You answered, looking at the caller's ID. "Now go cry about it in a corner, I have to take this."

You walked further away before picking up the phone, leaving Hyesung grumbling alone.

"'Min-ah it's not that I don't want to hear you but I have an argument to end."

"Bubs we need you here like.. Like right now !" Jimin freaked out over the phone, completely dismissing what you just said.

His reaction made you furrow your eyebrows, knowing Jimin was always ready to hear gossips.

"Calm down and tell me what happened." You said, focusing on him.

"Well-"

"Don't tell her Hyung she'll get mad !" You heard Jungkook whine in the background.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your cool.

Today was a day off, but looks like the boys decided otherwise.

"Jimin-ah, give Jungkook the phone." You firmly commanded.

You heard Hyesung scoff at the names that came out of your mouth, but you didn't mind him.

You simply glared at him, waiting for Jungkook to take the phone. It wasn't long until he did so, clearing his throat before talking.

"Noona.."

"Jeon Jungkook-ssi, what did you do to my outfit ?" You asked in your bossy professional voice.

You heard him chuckle weirdly, clearing his throat again.

He was nervous, and that wasn't a good sign.

"I.. I kinda-"

"He ripped the jeans in the crotch area AND got banana milk all over his shirt." You heard Taehyung say in the background.

"He did what ?!" You semi-shouted, your eyes widening.

"It's because he exercised wearing it while we were getting our makeup done !"

"Hyung why did you snitch ?" Jungkook said, whining almost.

You took a deep breath, clenching your eyes shut.

These guys were infants, and unfortunately you had the parent role.

There was a silence on the other line, the boys nervous about how mad you were going to get.

"Okay, I'm coming." You said in a strangely calm tone, hanging up.

Either ways, you needed to get away from Hyesung, to clear your mind from this pressuring atmosphere, to know if you really wanted to get tied up to a guy like this.

"See you're going to walk away, you always use work as your magic excuse to leave in the middle of an argument." Hyesung immediately complained, raising his voice which irritated you more.

"Can't you just shut the hell up ? You think you're more important than something I've invested all of my teenage years in ? Who the hell do you think you are exactly ?" You also raised your voice at him.

He was about to answer but you went faster, putting your phone back in your purse.

"I have emergencies to deal with right now, I don't have time for your bullshit."

You immediately walked out of the building after, getting in your car to go to the concert venue as fast as possible.

As you sat down in the car's leather seat, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, gripping the wheel tight as you started the engine.

You felt like you were finally breathing now, like every time you were away from Hyesung.

You wanted to leave him, but you had to have someone in order to keep your job, and men that think marriage at first sight didn't just run around the streets.

You didn't know if Jimin and Taehyung's influence was strong enough to be able to keep you as a stylist if you broke up with Hyesung, you didn't want to stay with him, but you also didn't want to lose your job.

You looked at the engagement ring on your finger before deeply sighing, focusing back on the road.

You needed to make take a decision quickly, or else in less than three months you'll be married..

.. And the idea was terrifying.

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