I don't love anymore - J.jk | Y/n

part 36

It's Saturday's evening and my brother's are getting ready for the bachelor party. While me I'm stuck in here, with nothing just the house. My mother promised she will make my favourite food, if I didn't whined about going out. But how can I not? It's my wedding too, am I not allowed to celebrate outside?

Half of the day till now, I've spend in sleeping, in absolutely every corner of the house. And right now I'm lying on the couch in living area, the second last place left in the house yet to sleep on, and then after this will the kitchen. I don't know if it's pregnancy or something else, but I'm getting irritated by everything around me. By something else I mean, the thought that I can't go out.

So biased. And this point if anyone would told me I'm adopted, I'll believe eventually without any argument, because I'm getting the feeling myself. The worst thing is that I'm continuously getting mocked by my brother's. I feel like killing one of them, today. But instead of that I'm looking at sealing collecting old memories to find out what deed I did to go through this.

I closed my eyes to finally leave all the thoughts and get the 16th sleep of the day. Just then I heard the doorbell ring. There was no one around, everyone were in their rooms, so I had to got up to look for the unwanted guest. I groaned leaving the bed, walking towards the door, I felt an awkward uneasiness, I want to throw up. Leaving the door I ran for the washroom, in dad's office.

The doorbell kept on ringing, as no body showed up to open the door, washing my face and wiping it afterwards I made my way towards the door, which was now open by my mother. I couldn't see the person because the towel was still on my face, as I was gently tapping it on my face, till it gets totally dry.

Without looking at the person, I moved back inside the room, placing the towel down from where I took it. Then closing I got outside, and found my soon to be husband talking to my mother, now sitting on the couch. I couldn't see his face, just the back. He was wearing all black, his aesthetic, with hair pushed back.

I just rolled my eyes, leaving the scene and moving towards the stairs for my room. Just as I was about to take the first stair. My mother interrupted me.

Amma : y/n, won't you meet, Jungkook? Just take a look he is looking so handsome.

Once again I rolled my eyes, totally not in the mood to kill him. If I will do that, then whom I'm going to get marry tomorrow. Without turning around, I replied.

Me : Whatever.

I didn't heard anything she said, I just kept on walking on the stairs, to get to my room. But once again, I was interrupted, but this time by Namjoon, who was walking down.

Namjoon oppa : hey, y/n. Do I look good?

I rolled my eyes, yet again, tightening my hand into fist, trying to contain my anger. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath, ignoring his question I decided to move. Just then came another one, Seokjin oppa.

Seokjin oppa : hi y/nie, aren't you going with us?

Not again, calm down y/n, they are your brother's you can't kill them. One more time I took a deep breath of ignoring his question, and kept on moving till I bumped into Taehyung. Come on, my life can't suck this bad.

Me : if you let a word out, I swear i'mma chop your head off, doesn't matter if tomorrow is your wedding.

I interrupted before he could say something, pushing him away I left the for my room. I opened the door getting inside and throwing myself in the bed. I literally feel like crying right now. I took another deep breath closing my eyes, for a little and fell sleep in not more than 10 minutes.