form follows heart /jungri

x. wedding of the decade

a/n: just hit a bit more than 20k words 🤯🤯🤯 almost halfway to a normal book length DJDJD (~50k) but wow! i cant believe I did all of this HHAHAH even if it prob won't reach 50k

ANYWAYS, THANKS FOR READING!

Although the design of the black dress was simple, Yerim was positive the material was worth more than her life. It was like sand, flowing through her fingers, molding to the shape of her body, clinging to curves she didn't even know existed.

"I really don't need a dress this expensive." She searched for a price tag and almost peed her pants when she saw the four figure number on the small piece of paper. Around 9000 dollars. Holy moly. "I'm going to accidentally damage it. Or rip it."

Jungkook's childhood nanny, Jean, an older lady with the smoothest hair and skin, shook her head. "Jungkook told me you'll be hesitant. He also said to stand firm."

Yerim sighed. That was so Jungkook-like, to be exerting his influence even if he wasn't present. (Three hours before he was supposed to pick her up for dress-shopping, he had texted her saying an urgent meeting had come up, and his nanny would be coming instead.)

She sighed again, losing the heart to argue more. Jean, who had probably spent her whole life being a follower, looked uncomfortable asserting herself, as if she was being tortured.

Instead, she texted Jungkook: This dress costs more than what I'm worth.

It didn't escape her notice that if the dress was this fancy, the wedding would be even more extravagant. Everyone there was probably also as rich and prolific as Jungkook, people who didn't mingle with commoners.

Yerim: Who's going to be there? Who's getting married?

Jungkook: Mevin San Francisco, their state governor, and a bunch of smaller architect firms. The daughter of Mevin SF's CEO is getting married.

Oh god.

Not as if the event wasn't hosted by the nation's biggest architect firm and by the governor of the nation's third biggest state.

Jungkook: There's going to be a lot of people, so you probably won't even see them.

Nonetheless, she cursed herself for not asking earlier and collapsed onto the couch before springing back up, afraid to wrinkle the dress. Then, she rubbed her temples, squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn't do this. If the wedding was a networking event, then she would've breezed through it. However, this event probably required a different kind of charm, one that only the top percentage of the population possessed.

Yerim was so fucked.

"Jungkook means well," Jean said, interrupting her mini-crisis.

"Really," she deadpanned. Dragging her to this wedding was akin to throwing her into a pool of sharks and killer whales.

Jean laughed, the sound so merry and light that Yerim swore it came straight from the soundtrack of a Disney movie. "He's always been a persistent guy." She spun Yerim around with gentle hands, so that they were both facing the mirror. Because Jean was only taller than Yerim by an inch, her eyes barely peeked out above Yerim's shoulder. However, the portion that was showing was warm and shiny. "Besides, dear, you look beautiful."

Yerim grinned, stepping aside a bit so Jean could also see the mirror without straining. They weren't friends, were merely acquaintances, but what Yerim knew of Jean, she liked a lot. "You fixed me up real well."

"Because this dress was made for you." Jean fixed a strayaway strand of hair. "He's lucky he has you."

At that, Yerim couldn't help but snort. She forgot that in Jean's mind, she and Jungkook are a lovey-dovey couple. Jean must've heard Yerim because another merry laugh came out of her mouth; even her eyes curved into gorgeous half moons.