My legs and hands are shaking. Beads of sweat cover my forehead along with my palms, and not to mention my dress stick with my body by sweat. Heavy breaths left my mouth, signaling the closeness of my panic attack.
"Calm down, love. You're going to have a panic attack if you don't stop panicking. They are my parents, not some wild coyote that will eat you whole." Jungkook grabbed my thighs to stop my legs from shaking and I look up at him.
"And this is exactly why I'm panicking Kook. It would be better if they could eat me whole. But the problem is they won't like me, ever." I tried to control my breathing by closing my eyes, but they fly open as soon as the car comes to a stop, and I discover us in a parking of a not-so-big-but-average house, which probably belong to Jungkook's parents. He undoes his seat belt and turns at me, taking my face in his hands.
"You don't need to worry love. My appa is the sweetest and funniest guy you've probably ever met, and my eomma is my best friend. So don't worry about them and come with me." My tensed body relaxes at his words and I nod, giving him a small smile as we both climb out of the car.
"Here you are! I didn't see you for 3 months. Come here, buddy." Very sweet-looking beautiful women engulf Jungkook in a hug as soon as she opens the door. Jungkook hugs her back with equal love and lifts her before swinging her in around.
"Oh, son, I missed you so much, buddy. And you must be Aria, right? Oh my god, I can't believe what I'm seeing with my eyes. Jungkook, where did you find this beautiful goddess?" I'm pretty sure that I'm head to toe red by now as his mother showering me with compliments as she has seen angels on earth.
"Eomma, give her some time and place. Then you can shower her with all the affection you left in your body." Jungkook chuckled at his mother's sweetness. He was right, she is indeed a best friend material.
"Oh, I'm so sorry honey. Come in. Since you're my buddy's only love, think of this as your own house. Roam around, check every single room or do whatever you want until his father comes and we have dinner. I gotta go arrange for it." She kissed my hair making me smile.
"Sure aunty, I-"
"Ah! No no no! You're gonna call me eomma. Understand?" I smile and nod my head rapidly.
"Yes, eomma."
"Good. Now I'm really going to go to prepare dinner. And Kook, 2 things. First, if you're planning to make out with her after her house tour then please do it in your room, don't start in the living room like your elder brother. And the second thing has 2 points in it. Point number 1, in case she's not on birth control so your brother has condoms in his room. And point number 2, please try to be quiet." That's it, I can't take it anymore. Turning full-on red and with a burning hot face, I hide my face on Jungkook's chest as he wraps his arms around me, cradling me in his embrace and chuckling.
"Eomma, you seriously need to calm down right now. Or else she is gonna burn with her red cheeks." He laughs a little and I hid more in him.
"What? I didn't say anything bad. I do want grandchildren after your marriage. So keep my words in your head." With that, I hear her heels clicking on the ground and the sound fading.
"She went to the kitchen," Jungkook whispered in my ear, making me look up at him with a sheepish grin on my face.
"I love your eomma. Despite the weird thing she just said." He smiles back and places his lips on mine, swallowing all my smiles.
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"This is my room. Well technically, it was. Since I live in my apartment now." I observe the whole room while hearing his words. It was way too simple than the other rooms of this house. The walls are clean white, the only furniture in the room is a single bed, a cupboard, a study table on the right side of the room, and a huge shelf, full of medals, trophies, and certificates. Before I realize it, I was in front of the shelf, admiring the prizes.
"You are quite an athlete, aren't you?" He comes to stand behind me, wrapping me in his embrace.
"Well, a little. Running, boxing, gaming, dancing, singing, a black belt in Taekwondo, drumming, etc. Not so much."
"Always so humble." I turn around to face him, to lose in his brown orbs.
"Only for you my love." He smiles, before leaning in and capturing my lips. It was soft, yet I can feel myself moving, and soon my calf hit the bed, making both of us fall on it. The kiss becomes more passionate by the second that it was hard to breathe.
"Ahem!" A middle-aged man standing at the door clears his throat. Jungkook stands up and helps me to stand up too. And me? Hell, I don't know who is the man but I'm red, super red.
"Jagi, I told you to give them privacy. Look you make Aria embarrassed." Mrs. Jeon comes beside me and wraps her arm around my shoulder. Damn! The man is Jungkook's father! I turn around and hide my face on Mrs. Jeon's neck as I hear her chuckle and she pats my back.
"Oh, Aria, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm Jungkook's father. And you, I guess my future daughter-in-law." I look up at him, still red face, and bow a little. But his last sentence makes my eyes wide.
"Appa, not you too. Eomma already pulled her leg enough. Now at least you try not to pull the other one." He laughs, followed by Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. And I can't help but feel loved too.
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"Have some curry, Aria. You're eating almost nothing." Mrs. Jeon forcefully add more curry to my rice, and I smile having mother's love and care after a very long time.
"So Aria, how are your husbands?" Mr. Jeon ask, and I choked on my rice so hard that Jungkook had to pat my back to calm me down.
"I'm sorry, what?" I can't help the shock running through my nervous system.
"We know about your marriages Aria. Jungkook told us everything before bringing you here. And we don't have any problem with that sweetheart. Since you did it for a good reason." Mrs. Jeon caressed my hand from across the table, making me tear up with so understanding and kind gesture.
"Mrs. Jeon is right Aria. Marrying them was your decision. We don't have any right to judge you for that. But we can see how much Jungkook is happy with you. And all we want is our son and you to be happy. That's why we want to arrange this marriage happily." Mr. Jeon comfort me, and at this point, I was crying.
"Hey, hey love. What's wrong?" Jungkook hugs me from the side and wipes my tears gently.
"I don't deserve you Jungkook. And I certainly don't deserve your family. They're too good for me. You are too good for me. I'm just... So happy. I'm so happy that I can't believe my luck." Jungkook keeps me in his embrace and I slightly sob there. But between my sobs, I hear Mr. Jeon's voice.
"You're like the daughter we never had Aria. And I would be really happy to welcome you to the Jeon family."
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After the wow dinner made by Mrs. Jeon, they hug us goodbye, and we made our way back to my house with Jungkook. While Jungkook driving the car, I look at him carefully, then look away, thinking the course of my past and my opportunist future. I think about Mr. and Mrs. Jeon, Jungkook, my other 6 husbands, understanding and respecting me with their everything. Then I finally take a deep breath before looking back at Jungkook.
"Kook!"
"Hmm?" He stops the car in the red light and turns his head at me, smiling with adoration in his eyes for me.
"Let's get married."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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My Seven Husband
Fanfiction"I'll marry you." ❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄ They say life gives you 7 chances of love. But what if you catch all of them? What if life gives you 7 different chances only to take every chance individually? Warning:- Phobias. Psychological illness. Violence. A litt...
