being jungkook

4. weddingcakes and bells

kook sighed annoyed. his fiance was talking and talking about their wedding again. he heard it a hundred times already. they sat on the dining table and went over the seating arrangements. again, she threw the already establish table plan over and started again.

"wait... where is your cousin melanie? i cant see here anyway" "oh, her cancer came back and she is on chemo" "oh my god! i am so sorry! so she cant be here, cause of the side effects?" "what? no! she wont have hair and i dont wanna have that in my pictures" "what?!" kook looked shocked at her.

"her balding head is disgusting. i dont wanna look at that for the rest of my life" "wow..." "shut up" "and wheres your sister?" "oh! she just told me, that she is pregnant. she will be in her 7th month. i dont want her to ruin my day!" "ruin your day?" "of course! everybody will gloss all over her fat figure. they should all look at me and give their attention only to me! its my day!" "are u marrying yourself?" "what u talking about?" "u just said "my day". i am here too, or am i?" she just waved her hand dismissively. "for u guys its not important, but the most important thing in a girls life" kook scoffed.

he eyed her up and down. he couldnt see his lovely, nice, polite girlfriend anymore. only a raging bitch, a bridezilla.

"and by the way, we are over budget. so we need to discuss...." "no! we are not! this is my fucking wedding and i wanna have it, like i want it. your parents can give us more money, or u get a second job!" now kook was pissed, highly pissed.

"a second job?! when the fuck, should i work a second job?" "at night?! duh!" "without any sleep, i should work two jobs, just to satisfy your outrages wedding?! how about u get a job?! why did u quit yours in the first place?!" "huh? u really cant think that i would have the time for my job, when i have to plan the wedding!" she scoffed.

"we have a fucking wedding planer!" "so? there is still so much to do" "like behaving like a bitching bridezilla?!" she jumped up and slapped him. "never talk like this ever again! how dare u! i am gonna tell my mom, that u are an asshole!" "okay, do that and i will cancel everything. i hope u will find a buyer for your costly dress"

"what?! u cant do that anyway! everything is protected by a codeword and only i have it" she mocked him. kook stood up. "change your fucking attitude or u will be standing alone at the altar" she only scoffed. "its your money u are wasting, if u dont show up" she shrugged. kook let a loud frustrated groan out and walked away.

few days later, they went to the venue and met their wedding planer.

"oh u must be the groom! hi, i am hoseok, say hobi" "hi, jungkook or jk" "nice to finally meet u" "yeah yeah, can we start now?!" the bride to be snarled. hobi looked surprised at kook, who only shook his head lightly. they went over the table plan, the flower arrangements, dealt with another tantrum of the bride, cause she wanted now another colour scheme. went over the buffett options, she also wanted a complete different one, the cake, the bridesmaid dresses, everything!

"the girls already bought their dresses and they werent cheap" "i dont care! its MY day! they will do what i want, or they can screw themselves" she screamed.

kook went to the bar and gulped wisky down. hobi sat next to him. "she is probably only a bit nervous" "she is a fucking bitch" hobi laughed a bit flustered. "how are u dealing with these zillas?! i could slap them!" kook let frustrated out. "she isnt the first one and wont be the last" kook looked at him.

"how are u dealing with the others?" "most of them are going to be the loving selves back, when the wedding is over. its the stress, i believe" "ha! somebody should make a study about bridezillas and their entitlements and crazyness" kook let an unamused laugh out.

"she never talked about u" "seriously? nice, thanks. wow" kook looked very disappointed. "i am obviously only the atm for this shit day" "na na... what u want for the wedding?" hobi tried to calm him down.