After your father has signed you up for a forced marriage, you have no other choice but obey him and his wishes. But how will you ever love a strange man? And how will a big secret affect your relationship?
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LOVE IS BLIND
"Babe?" You call for Jungkook.
"Hm?"
"I'm going out with a few girls tonight," you say. You dressed up to make your lie realistic. You're wearing a white, short dress with puff sleeves and simple white heels. You curled your hair and did your make up a little different than usual.
"Oh wow," Jungkook looks at you.
"What?" You raise an eyebrow at him.
"You look..." he tries to find the right word. "Amazing."
"I always look amazing."
"Yes, but you look extra gorgeous right now," he says. "The collor white always looks amazing on you. It reminds me of our wedding."
Jungkook wraps his arms around your waist and smells your sweet scent. "You smell amazing too."
"Thank you," you kiss his cheek and grab your little purse. "I should really go now."
"Do you want a ride? Or are you driving with them...?"
"I'm going with the underground," you say. "We're all going with the underground."
"You're using public transport at this hour?" Jungkook scoffs. "Deji, that's dangerous. Only junkies and other weirdos use the underground at this hour."
"Jungkook, I'm not alone. I'll be okay, hm?" You ruffle his hair. "Can I go now?"
"I don't agree with you taking the subway..." Jungkook says. "I want you to call me when you feel unsafe, okay?"
"Don't worry about me so much! I'm going now," you say before giving him a quick kiss and leaving the house.
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Wearing a leather jacket on top of a short dress wasn't your best decision ever. It was cold outside for a regular summer night.
The streets in the centre of Busan seemed busy. Alot of tourists were around the twenty, so the nightlife was incredibly busy.
Some locals pushed their ways through the tourists to meet up with their friends, cursing in Korean when some western people blocked their way. It was always a very amusing ritual.
You also walked your way past the tourists; a bunch of drunk Brittish people, babbling English slang with a slur because of the alcohol. You could barely understand it even tho you had an English degree because you used to work with fashion brands worldwide. Being capable of speaking English was required with that job.
