𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

15

Y/N'S POV-

I was being obstinate.

I recognized that about the whole situation.

I may as well have crossed my arms and stomped my foot about it when he'd told me.

There was even a chance that he wasn't a complete and utter asshole about it, that he just didn't realize that you were supposed to talk to your partner about things like functions, especially ones in what was supposed to be their home as well.

I couldn't shake the feeling, though, that he was doing it to Order me around.

And I didn't like that.

On top of all of that, it would have just been incredibly uncomfortable for me. Everyone at the event would know I'd been, for all intents and purposes, forced into the marriage, that Jungkook had conned me into it. I didn't want them to sneer at me, or look down on me, or even to pity me.

I just didn't want to interact with them at all.

At least not so soon.

I was surprised, though, that he didn't mention it again in the morning as we each made our separate breakfasts, even though we both ended up making almost the exact same thing.

He did mention that his brothers would show up at six with the supplies for the bar, so I figured the party would be starting sometime around seven or eight.

It gave me the whole day to go about taking my bags upstairs, arranging everything where I wanted it in my closet and the bathroom cabinets.

It almost felt like a normal day in my life. Slowly but surely, I saw myself more in the space, too. My nightstand filled up with my lotion, a couple notebooks, books, and a small stash of candy for the little mood-lift it would provide. My robe hung in the bathroom and my products sat in the shower

"Alright..." I said, grabbing my coffee, then moving toward the stairs. 

"You guys have fun." I said to Jun and Tun because, despite myself, I liked them, and genuinely did hope they had some fun.

"Aw, come on, Y/N-iee" Tun said, waving an arm out at the hall.

"Won't you stay and have some fun with us? You could use some, don't you think?" he added.

"It's not really my idea of fun for him to show me off to his buddies so they can laugh about how I'd been forced into marriage with him, Tun" I told him, hearing a hint of something in my voice that sounded just a little bit like sadness.

"Oh, come on, it's not like that." Tun insisted, shaking his head.

"Isn't it?" I shot back, wincing at the bitterness in my voice, inwardly wondering if I was always going to feel like the butt of some joke among the Jeon Family because of how I came to be a part of it.

"The party isn't even about you." Jun said, getting my attention, making me realize I hadn't even asked what the party was about. 

I guess I figured it was like a belated wedding thing, some way for Jungkook to show me off like he'd done on the way to the church and even when we went out to dinner.

"What is it about then?" I asked.

"Jimin." Jun said, shrugging as he lined up several bottles of soju.

They'd brought in several tables. From where, I had no idea. But there they were, scattered about. They were bar tables, meant for standing at, or to rest a drink or a small plate on, but also to encourage mingling, unlike normal tables with chairs.