Indebted...

Part-33

Jungkook's pov

Taehyung's prediction proved correct. It hurt my insides to slice into the beautiful wedding cake, but the taste did ease the pain. It was absolutely delicious with the frosting, butter cream, and jam. Taehyung seemed to enjoy his piece just as much.

Soon after that, trays of hot and cold finger foods were placed on a long table, providing late-night snacks for the guests. People practically descended on it, piling plates with rolls, shrimp cocktail, barbecue wings, dainty tea sandwiches, and mini quiche. The dessert table, cookie bar, and Trick or Treat buffet were also topped up, ensuring there were enough snacks for all ages.

I'd barely finished my food when Jimin and eomma appeared, flushed and grinning. Each of them grabbed one of my hands.

"You have to come dance with us," insisted Jimin.

"I need to let my food digest first," I protested.

Eomma tugged on my hand. "It's your wedding reception. Get your ass on the dance floor where it belongs."

And so I ended up dancing again. I told myself I'd go rest after one song but, yeah, it didn't work out that way. I got caught up in having fun with my friends and family-hell, even appa hit the dance floor. That did not happen often.

Taehyung didn't join me until another slow song came on. It was halfway through said song that the urge to pee hit me hard. Thankfully, my gown wasn't so long that I'd need someone to hold it while I did my business. I quickly excused myself, promising I wouldn't be long; happily accepting the kiss that Tae landed on me.

There were no restrooms in the venue, so I had to exit the building, cross the lawn, and use the restrooms inside the hotel. That done, I retraced my steps and headed back to the botanical garden. I'd almost reached it when a figure stepped out from behind a tree and blocked my path. It was dark out, but there was enough lighting for me to see their face clear enough. I could tell from their sour expression that this would be far from a pleasant conversation.

"I'd give you a round of applause, but then I might drop my glass," said Jung-ho.

I felt my brow crease. "A round of applause?"

He took a sip from his champagne flute. "I've seen men/women pull all kinds of crap to try manipulating Taehyung into putting a ring on their finger. He never did it. Nope."

Ugh. "You really want to do this?"

"He always saw through their bullshit," he went on ... so, yeah, he must really want to do this. "But you, Jungkook? You fooled him good. You made him walk down a fucking aisle. How? I've got to know how you did it."

"Do you really believe I manipulated him into marrying me? Honestly? Because if so, you don't truly know him. Taehyung-sshi isn't someone who can be played."

"There's a first time for everything."

"You can't quite accept that he cares for me, can you?"

He snorted. "There isn't a single soul on this Earth he cares for. Not one."

"Just because he doesn't care for you doesn't mean he can't care for anyone."

Pain flashed across his face. "If you truly think that, I'd have to say that it's you who doesn't know him. But then, I don't suppose gold diggers give much of a shit if their marks care. That's all Taehyung is to you. A mark. People like you disgust me, selling yourselves for cash."

"Not just cash. I'll gladly take checks. Stocks. Shares."

He sneered. "He can do far better than you."