❛❛Love? I wasn't in love. I never had feelings for you. All of that is merely a set of delusions you've built in your mind, Y/N.❞
This is the story of an arranged marriage that became a love marriage when the gap between them was filled with a tiny...
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03.
CHAPTER THREE
"Oh my God!" I gasped, my voice shaking as panic surged through me. "I’m so sorry!"
The words tumbled out of me as I bolted upright, staring in horror at the mess I’d just made. Adrenaline course through me as the horrifying reality sank in: I had just thrown up on his shirt—on Jeon Jungkook’s pristine, undoubtedly expensive shirt.
Around us, gasps and murmurs rippled through the room, the horrified expressions of both our table and the surrounding ones burning into my consciousness.
Frantically, I grabbed a handful of tissues from the table and dropped back into my seat beside him. "I’m so, so sorry!" I repeated, my hands trembled as I dabbed at the mess, my mind racing with shame and dread.
"It’s okay, Y/N." Jungkook said softly, his voice calm and reassuring, but I barely registered it over the deafening whirlwind of my own thoughts.
Oh my God, what have I done? The awareness that other artists were watching—likely judging—made my chest tighten. My pulse thundered as I kept scrubbing at the stain, each dab feeling more futile than the last.
"Y/N," Jungkook’s hand gently stilled mine, his voice firm but kind. "It's okay."
Before I could fully process his words, a voice cut through the chaos from behind me. "What’s going on here?"
I didn’t dare turn around. I was too consumed by mortification. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm, pulling me away from the table—from the scene. The next thing I knew, I was outside, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin like a bucket of icy water.
"Adrielle?" I blinked, finally registering who had yanked me away.
"What happened?!" she demanded, her tone sharp as she turned to face me, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and urgency.
I pressed a shaky hand to my forehead, the pounding in my skull making it hard to think. "I-I threw up on Jungkook’s shirt." I stammered, the words spilling out like a guilty confession.
Adrielle’s jaw dropped. "You what?!"
Her reaction only made my stomach churn harder. "I didn’t mean to!" I shot back.
Biting my lip, I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. "Should I go back?" The idea sounded ridiculous even to me.
"What are you going to do? Go back in there and apologize?"
