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: : Joon pov

"Jin will be back from US today~!" taehyung chirped, i heaved out a little sigh. "I'm happy for you tae bear" i whispered, masking my demeanor. Not every childhood love ends well, i loved him and he loved my brother but that doesn't affect my love for my younger brother , i am happy for him anyways. "Thank you hyunggie~!" he chimed and beamed, i hummed and walked upstairs to get rid of the ominous feeling in me, a feel of self conscious and deter of being dejected ; its bitter ; conquers me railing me about him choosing my brother over me. I silently laid on my bed and shut my eyes, tears gushing down in an instant. 

My adamant grasp on not to cry went on vain once again ; my heart felt numb and fragile shattered and littered, a feeling of being betrayed by my own feeings. "Jin's here!" i heard a loud screech from downstairs, battling with myself whether i should go or not  ; i sat up. I wiped off my face and rinsed it, before sauntering downstairs, practicing a masked smile. The couple were there, hugging one another ; i felt as if someone twisted a dagger in me, a bobbling sensation erupted at the pit of my throat. 

"Hey joon" he greeted, i mirrored his actions with a small nod instinctively. "You're different" he chuckled, "I could say the same to you" i muttered for which he sagged his shoulders. Our conversation died down there, he had straightly paid a visit to taehyung after arriving here. I silently left the hall not wanting to interact there anymore ; i invaded into the kitchen and silently did my dishes. "Love hurts right?" my actions on the dish stopped, "What are you talking about eomma?" i mumbled. "I know...cant you cant see joonie? He is just using him for money, he is spoiled by your appa and-" "Ma...tae loves jin, we dont have any rights to meddle" i terminated. 

"You're lying to yourself, i love tae bear too joonie you know...but we know that he really dont love ji-" "He does ma, he lov-" "Then how about the jungkook guy? Dont tell me they are just friends.." she murmured, i stayed silent. Myself, i had witnessed tae and jungkook making out ; and i dont have anything to defend him anymore. "You deserve better joonie...for that pricelessly heart of yours, you deserve the whole world" she sighed and left. 

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"Taehyung-ah, we have arranged your marriage with seokjin by the end of this week, we need to end the marriage as soon as possible, his father has been nagging me ever since" he chuckled, i pursed my lips and nodded. I stared at taehyung who had his eyelids parted a little, insted of looking happy, he looked baffled, i frowned a little. "A-appa" he stammered for which he hummed, "I dont want" he answered, i gasped, my frowned. "What do you mean tae you love ji-" "N-no...i dont" he admitted dangling his head, my father scolded him for a while for using jin for his money feast, taehyung has never been scolded by neither of us, he was our little apple of our eyes, that led him to become a spoiled person ; taking everything recklessly. 

"Then, what am i supposed to tell my friend?" he sighed rubbing his temples, "J-joon hyung will replace me" taehyung murmured. I shook my head vigorously, "Namjoonie you have to, i promised him to marry one of my son to jin, if its not taehyung then its you baby" he muttered, that's how i ended up marrying my childhood love with my consent and with him being imposed to marry me. 

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He was angry, i could see that behind his brown orbs, i could very much tell how much he hates me to be declared as his husband.I dont want to rake his anger even more, so i silently followed behind him with my dangled head as we invaded into the house after the marriage. "You're sleeping on that room" he muttered, with an irk and pointed at the opposite direction of mine. I hummed and silently cocooned myself into that room, heaving out a sigh. 

I fiddled with the hem of my pants nervously, i was hungry but i dont know how to ask him and i dont even know how to cook. After alot of depriving, i finally man up a little and invaded into the kitchen, he was eating there. He gave me a lazy look and reverted his attention to his phone again. Even when we are actually childhood best friends, i feel so scared to talk to him. "J-jin-ah" i stammed, "What?" he quivered. "I'm hungry" i murmured. "I have pan, stove and ingredients in this house, go ahead and cook" he muttered, i gulped. "Jin-ah i  dont know...i dont know how to cook" i whispered, embarrassed.