The night of the reception party arrived, and Jimin's anxiety was palpable. He had been dreading this moment for weeks, but with his friends and parents by his side, he felt a sense of relief.
As they entered the grand ballroom, Jimin's eyes widened in awe. The room was filled with elegantly dressed guests, and the music was playing softly in the background.
Jungkook's mother, Mrs. Jeon, greeted them warmly and led them to the center of the room. "Welcome, everyone! Tonight, we celebrate the union of Jimin and Jungkook. Let us begin with a dance."
Jimin rolled his eyes as Jungkook's mother, Mrs. Jeon, dragged them onto the dance floor. "Do we have to?" Jimin asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.
"Yes, you do," Mrs. Jeon replied, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Now, dance!"
Jimin let out a dramatic sigh and turned to Jungkook. "Fine, but don't expect me to enjoy this."
Jungkook smirked. "I wouldn't dream of it."
As they began to dance
Jungkook's grip on Jimin's waist tightening. "What are you doing?" Jimin asked.
"Just dancing, sweetheart," jungkook replied.
Jimin pouted, but jungkook just laughed and continued.
The music ended, and jungkook bowed low, his movements dripping with sarcasm. "Thanks for the dance, sweetheart. It was absolutely thrilling."
Jimin's face twisted in disgust. "You're impossible."
Jungkook grinned. "That's what makes me so lovable."
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