"I hate this" she whispers,
"I hate this feeling" she whispers again,
"I hate how he makes me feel," she says,
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What could happen if the prince met a beautiful and poor young woman? Would their meeting be a...
"You said I could spend two days with her!" Jungkook kept complaining to his mother. We were in the middle of doing... Something.. And she knocked, killing the mood but it didn't matter. She called us to say that I can't meet my future husband starting today- now. And since then, Jungkook kept sulking, not letting my wrist go.
Mrs. Jeon tried to convince him while I stood there, smiling at their mother-son childlike fight. I don't blame myself because it is adorable. "I won't let her go today! She will go after two days!" "It's a part of the ritual! You need to shut up and leave her, right now." She said sternly while looking down at his hand holding my wrist "Mother-" "Jungkook." Me and Mrs. Jeon both say at the same time
This will go on forever if he doesn't let go. I will miss him, yes, but I follow every ritual. I don't want to curse our wedding before it even started.
He looked at me with sad eyes "I will miss you." "Me too but you need to let me go, right now. Maybe seeing me after a week will show how prettier I got." "You're always pretty." I look away, warmth running up my cheeks.
This man will always find a way to shut me up whether it be by kissing, talking back, sex, anything.
Mrs. Jeon exhaled "Jungkook. Come on." He pouted his lips into a sad pout which made me smile at how adorable he looked. He could kill millions but with that pout, it would just change his whole appearance. "Fine." His hand let go of my hand but then it caught me again as he looked at his mother "Mother turn around. Please." She exhales and turns around. He pulls me closer by the waist and smashes his lips on mine, kissing me passionately.
My cheeks burned while I kissed back as we silently kissed each other. He pulled me closer to deepen the kiss but I gently pushed him away with my hand on his chest. I looked up at him and leaned in to whisper so that only we could hear "You know what too much kissing does." He raises an eyebrow and looks at me with a smirk. We were both left on the edge before, so we are still in the mood. I took a step back "Bye!" I say which he responds with a pout
Mrs. Jeon gently grabs my arm and walks me to my room while discussing the wedding plan with me and I share mine with hers, ignoring the man behind us who is the urge to tears. *************************************
A week later
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"I think I might fall in this- No, what if I fall in this? In front of all of them! All the guests! No.." I hid my face in my hand but a squeal made me cringe and take my hands away as I looked at Wooyoung, the owner of the squeal "YOU WILL RUIN YOUR MAKEUP, JIMIN!" I flinched and glared at her "Stop shouting!" "Stop bringing your hands on your face!" I use my lips into a thin line and look away
"It took us a whole hour to do your makeup and if you intend to ruin it, you will be beheaded." My jaw drops. Did my sister just say that? A dramatic gasp escapes my lips. I mean, why not? "You-" "Shut up, unnie." I roll my eyes and exhale as nervousness enters my body again. I was excited but... I am too nervous and I know I can say the same for Jungkook. Speaking of the devil, I haven't met him for a week.
