Fuck it, ILY

Date

Jungkook's POV

I was standing there, thinking this ridiculous plan might actually work, until she dropped the bombshell. "I want 30 million won in return," she said, her tone casual, like she was asking for a cup of coffee.

My jaw dropped. "Excuse me? 30 million won?"

She met my gaze, unfazed. "Yes, if you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend, that's my price."

My expression twisted into one of pure disgust. "You're joking, right? You think you can just name a price and I'll pay it?"

Before she could answer, I saw her brother approaching from the other side of the park. Panic and frustration boiled over, and I shouted, "Hey, your sister is here! She's of no worth, might as well beat her!"

She flinched at my words, but there was no time for remorse. Her brother was getting closer, and I had to get out of there. I turned back to her, my voice dripping with sarcasm and anger. "I thought you'd be nice and sweet, maybe someone I could actually fall for. But you're just... never mind."

Without waiting for her reaction, I stormed over to my bike, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. As I started the engine, I couldn't help but think deeply about what I was doing. Here I was, essentially trading a relationship. The irony wasn't lost on me, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

The bike roared to life, and I sped off into the night. The city lights blurred past me as I headed home, my mind racing even faster than my bike. This whole situation was a mess. Jihun have set me up with a girl, and I had actually thought there might be something genuine to it. But now, it felt like I was just another pawn in a twisted game.

By the time I reached my house, my frustration had reached a boiling point. I parked the bike and stood there for a moment, trying to calm myself. The night air was cool, but it did little to soothe the anger and disappointment swirling inside me.

As I walked into the house, I couldn't help but wonder if this was all worth it. Trading a relationship for peace, for convenience—was that really the answer?

"Maybe," I muttered to myself, "it's better to get married to her than to deal with this mess."

I collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. The echoes of the argument and the absurdity of the situation lingered in my mind. Tomorrow, I'd have to face the consequences of my actions, but for now, all I could do was try to find some semblance of peace in the chaos.

As I lay down on the bed, the day's events playing in my mind, I heard the creak of the door. I raised my head to see who it was. "Jihun?" I called out softly.

"Brother," she replied, stepping into the room.

I sat up, trying to shake off the exhaustion. She walked over and perched on the edge of the bed. With half-closed eyes, I looked at her, sensing that she had something on her mind.

She handed me a small piece of paper. "Here, this is the phone number of John Andrew's niece," she said, her voice tentative.

I frowned, taking the paper from her. "Why are you giving me this?"

Jihun sighed, her eyes earnest. "Brother, I know you don't want to go through with this, but think about it. You and Cherry—well, you'd look good together. She's really nice, and it might not be as bad as you think."

I raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress the sarcasm bubbling up. "Cherry? Is that even her real name?"

Jihun smiled, a small, hopeful glimmer in her eyes. "No, it's not. But that's what everyone calls her. It's kind of cute, don't you think?"

I sighed, feeling the weight of the situation press down on me. "I don't know, Jihun. This whole thing feels wrong. Like I'm trading my life away."

She reached out, her hand gently squeezing mine. "I just want you to be happy, oppa. Maybe give it a chance? Just meet her and see how you feel."

I looked at her, my heart aching with a mix of frustration and love. "You really think this is the best thing for me?"

Jihun nodded. "I do. But only if you give it an honest try. If it doesn't work out, at least you'll know you tried."

I leaned back, closing my eyes for a moment. "Fine. I'll meet her. But if she turns out to be a disaster, I'm blaming you."

Jihun laughed softly, the sound a small comfort in the midst of my turmoil. "Deal."

She stood up, giving me a quick hug before leaving the room. I stared at the ceiling, the name "Cherry" flashing in my mind. This whole situation felt like a bad joke, but for Jihun's sake, I'd give it a shot.

I picked up my phone, scrolling to the new contact she had saved. "Cherry," I muttered to myself, shaking my head. "Let's see what kind of trouble you bring."

As I lay back down, I couldn't help but feel a mix of dread and curiosity. This wasn't how I envisioned my life, but maybe, just maybe, there was a silver lining hidden somewhere in this mess.

The night was silent, save for the occasional creak of the house settling. I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would bring some clarity. Tomorrow, I'd make the call and see where this unexpected twist would lead.

And as I drifted off, a small, sarcastic smile tugged at my lips. "Cherry," I thought. "What a name."

I sat in the overly girlish restaurant, a softcore pink paradise that Jihun thought would be a perfect setting for this date. It clashed horribly with my vibe. All dressed in a black tuxedo, my hair styled in a side part with fringe, I looked like a dark storm cloud in the middle of a cotton candy sky. Desperately tapping my feet, I checked my watch for the tenth time. How long was I supposed to wait?

Just as I was about to give up, I heard a sweet, nervous voice. I looked up, raising an eyebrow, my face holding no expression. There she was, the infamous Cherry, introducing herself. "Lee Nien," she said.

I nodded and straightened my back, my eyes scanning her. Mid-length wavy hair adorned with a white ribbon, a soft pink top, and white joggers. Her glossy pink lips caught the light, and she smelled incredible. I mentally slapped myself. Stop it, Jungkook. You'll look like a creep.

"So," I began, trying to sound casual, "why does everyone call you Cherry?"

She launched into a detailed explanation about her name, her family, and how people always mispronounced "Lee Nien." I found myself nodding along, but my thoughts were drifting. My ears felt like they might bleed from the non-stop chatter.

"People just couldn't get my name right, so my grandma suggested Cherry because it sounds cute and simple," she said, her hands animated as she spoke. "And it stuck. Now, even my friends call me Cherry."

I nodded again, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "Interesting," I said, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. "So, you're a fashion designer?"

Her face lit up as she started talking about her job at Victoria's Secret. I zoned out a bit, only half-listening. My mind kept wandering back to how I ended up in this situation. Trading a relationship, sitting in a pink nightmare, listening to someone who seemed to talk a mile a minute.

She continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil. "...and that's how I got the job. It's been amazing, really. So fulfilling."

"Sounds... great," I managed to say, trying to muster some enthusiasm. "So, what do you do for fun?"

She went on, her voice a constant stream of words. I sipped my drink, trying to keep up. My patience was wearing thin, but I reminded myself why I was here. For Jihun, for this absurd setup that had somehow become my reality.

The food arrived, and I hoped it would provide a break in the conversation. No such luck. She kept talking, and I kept nodding, my mind wandering again. How did I get here? This girl, with her sweet smell and incessant chatter, was driving me insane.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Lee Nien".