LUCKY SEVEN ✱ jungkook

04 - MISS RABBIT.

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ADORNED WITH FLOWERS AND DELICATE LIGHTS the location of the wedding ceremony itself held a simplistic yet expensive feel. A picturesque sight to behold with a theme that followed the likes of lilac and pearl tones. It was nothing short of rich, but this particular neighbourhood didn't seem to know any different.

Luckily for me, I matched the exquisite scenery with the designer silk dress Taehyung had managed to throw in last minute. The fabric clings to my curves in ways that have the young male guests mesmerised, my stomach only momentarily twists before I feel an arm gracefully tangle my own.

I provide his bicep with a tender squeeze before I feel Taehyung lean down by a fraction, the mix of fresh mint and cigarettes ghosting over my cheek, "The guests seem to have confused you with Jessica Rabbit."

"Well the dress isn't exactly the most subtle shade of red, I stand out like a sore thumb."

"Be grateful, it was the most refined piece I could locate within a four hour timeframe."

The dress is flattering, but I do feel like I may be attracting too much attention. Wasn't the entire point of this invite supposed to make me blend in as a normal and new member of town? There goes keeping a low profile.

"Remember what we discussed before our arrival, Zari?" Of course I do.

My invite to this ceremony was apparently beneficial to the both of us, though he failed to mention this sooner. Taehyung had his eye on a petite French blonde, at least, that is what I gathered from the vague description. And this masterplan of his was supposed to lure her in. I would call the idea absurd but women do tend to take interest when they feel threatened.

"I vanish the second your future wife decides to approach you since you are incapable of making the first move."

"Don't confuse me with a man with no will, little Zari," He tuts in disapproval. "I am just testing the waters."

A few shots of virgin mojitos later, Taehyung and I had fallen into a comfortable level of small talk. He insists that I try another mocktail, and there is a very small change in his dialect, perhaps due to the influence of the alcohol he's been intaking while introducing me to a more sober option of beverage.

"Nothing wrong with trying a virgin Bloody Mary, it would go well with the dress," He clicks his tongue, lazily gesturing to the red silk.

"You picked out the most flashy gown on purpose, didn't you? This was so not about keeping a low profile."

"In my defence, I only intended for my plus one to have the most ravishing dress," He adjusts the ring on his finger, the large stone staring right at me. "How else would my wife pay notice?"

"She is not your wife."
"Not yet."
"Not ever."

Taehyung adjusts his tie, "We shall see, Zari."

The smile that tugs at my glossed-over lips is short lived because the velvety sound of an all too familiar voice fills the silence.

"I believe we are yet to be introduced."

I take a glance over my shoulder.

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

No. This has to be some sort of unlucky and twisted coincidence.

"Ah, brother," Taehyung's deep voice cuts my overthinking short. Wait, brother? "Here is my plus one, Miss Jessica Rabbit herself."

"You never told me you had a brother," I turn my attention to Taehyung, voice low as if it would make a difference. I can practically hear the amusement in Jungkook's laughter.