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COWER

To crouch down in fear.

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Today was here, it was the day Seokjin would be married off to another for no other reason than greed. A marriage is supposed to be a fairytale, something dreamed upon by Seokjin since he was 8 years old. Why is his wedding a nightmare? The male stared at himself in the mirror in horror in what his own kin did to him.

Casting him aside as if he wasn't even their own flesh and blood- isn't he foolish to think everything's fine when those men came? His father shitting himself because of a black car pulling up in front of their house.

Seokjin felt himself cower shuddering away his tears, crossing his arms rubbing them to calm himself- this wasn't Gwacheon it wasn't far away, anyway. He appeared to be in Gangnam, where important people are- even dingy streets people parked porches and teslas, everyone here has a purpose maybe Seokjin could find his.

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Their wedding was simple, white, black and a thick bloody red that sent shivers through him when he saw it. Neither of their families came, no friends, no one just the couple and the preacher.
Dressed in a botong white patterened wedding suit, fashioned with a custom red trim, hair in a wolf cut.
Seokjin trumbled hands held a bouquet which yields no blossoms- red flowers beheaded from it leaving the slight withered leaves and stems.

The man he was supposed to married didn't even turn to look at him, Seokjin approached the alter and that is when the male turned around. He was taller had white looking hair, and dressed in another botong tong suit red- with a black trim.
Placed on his finger, a polished genuine gold ruby ring slid on and Seokjin was blown away by how big it was. 'Did he spend all this money on a ring for me?' Seokjin couldn't help but blush, his heart still yearns to stop.

"Do you take this man to be your-" His future husband shot the preacher, Seokjin flinched wringing his hands- mouth agape his eyes wander and fog up traveling to the one who shot him. A short scream came from him a warm hand covered his mouth. 'Shh..' the male shushed him, Seokjin calmed his cries. His husband bent over rubbing his nose on Seokjin's before kissing him.
Letting him free, the male chuckled a finger wiping his tears away. "I'm Kim Namjoon.'' The male gave a thin smile. "You're now my queen.''

The trip to Ganganm wasn't uncomfortable, going in a lavish vehicle Seokjin was given all the food he needed to calm down. Namjoon eyes watched sipping red wine Seokjin stuffing his face, but eyes travelled to the ring on Seokjin's finger. That ring, that ring meant he was Namjoon's, all Namjoon's- and he was very possessive on things that were his.

"Hey uh- Seokjin?" Namjoon managed to get out, Seokjin looks to him mouth full of Jajangmyeon. Namjoon licked his lips stopping himself from blushing, Namjoon's eyebrows rose then went down taking this picture for his mental album.
Red eyeliner- Seokjins eyes gave to it. Lips in red too, hiden by Jajangmyeon hanging from his mouth. Namjoon's heart sunk knowing he fell he got back up. "Did you having any...Uh interest or hobbies you used to do? "

Seokjin swallowed his food all at once, reminding Namjoon of a hamster stuffing it's cheeks. "Yeah, I like cooking and I like to sing too." Seokjin replies scared shitless still keeping calm. Namjoon nodded noting that, he wanted to please Seokjin so he had to learn what he likes.
"I like to work, I also rap sometimes.'' Seokjin course can only wonder what that work really was, to kill someone is scary. Seokjin felt himself tear up at the frightening vision that plagued his mind, running from them Seokjin hounds more food into his mouth.

'It seems I'll need much more food, he's a eating man.' Gulping down his mega pint of wine, Namjoon knew what he had to do- why Seokjin married him in the first place. It wasn't love, it wasn't even greed. It was because his family is too poor to pay off. Namjoon's family spat in their face saying, ' Fuck you pay me.'
Namjoon's door opened, looking towards a massive mall- a chicken bone fell from Seokjin's mouth.

Namjoon opened Seokjin's door, "Welcome to Galleria." Seokjin's eyes sparkled, Apgujeong's Galleria mall! The most popular luxury mall in Korea- Gucci, Prada and Louis Vuitton. Can be found in this high end shopping palace. More importantly in the basement you'll find Gourment 494 it's not just a normal or simple food court- five star stalls serving food from Asia and beyond!

How yummy is this? Next to Galleria is Cheongdam Fashion Street one of the famous...well for Seokjin the most famous streets in Korea. The whole street is lined in fashion houses show casing, Cartier, Louis Vuitton and more. But also known as K-Star road considering many large K-pop companies are headquartered here. "What in the ass?" Seokjin mumbled, Namjoon pulls a gran corona out of his pocket to see Seokjin storming into the mall. 

Namjoon stood frozen then ambles after Seokjin.

Inside the crowded mall Namjoon almost felt himself becoming a tad bit queasy, Namjoon hated crowds at least people here have class, they actually think to bathe. He's rather tall spotting over most of the occupants Namjoon manages to spot Seokjin going into a jewelry store. Sparkling eyes, Namjoon thought sparkling as in sparkling water.

''Oh universe, why was I given a bride so precious?'' His heart stained, sin thousandfold bodies stacked Namjoon sat on his own throne, Namjoon's a wild young man but you know something? He'd rather be at home with his own drum, Seokjin. Seokjin's his drum? Namjoon was dumbfounded unconsciously approaching Seokjin's last seen location. 

Entering the store woman's eyes lurked from every corner stripping Namjoon with their minds, he bloody felt it. "Seokjin?" He spoke, his drum smiles walking towards him in hand a shit ton of bags. "I went to 14 stores! I've so much stuff and I require tons to make this world wide handsome transform to universal handsome. " Seokjin winked, Namjoon took a long puff of his gran corona, "Okay." Namjoon replied, blushing he takes Seokjin's bags. 

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"SO MUCH FOOD!" Seokjin screamed, Namjoon acts as if he didn't know him. "I want it all, get me some Chukasoba, Cho Mein, Jajangmyeon, Jokbal, and Samgyetang please." Seokjin orders Namjoon, "How am I going to? Drum my hands aren't free. " Namjoon gulped feeling as if he just told his own mother the letters 'N' 'O'.

The rest of their visit was filled by Seokjin yelling at Namjoon for failing to listen.