𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 || [ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐅 ]

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[ AT THE HOTEL'S BALCONY ]

No one's P.O.V.

In the blink of an eye, the month slipped by faster than you ever imagined. You had spent weeks trying to resist the idea of this marriage, trying to convince yourself and your parents that it wasn't the right path for you. But every time you see their faces light up with happiness, something in you softens. You finally realised that their joy mattered more to you than you wanted to admit.

Yet deep inside, you still crave happiness for yourself. You couldn't simply surrender to a life that felt like it wasn't yours. So, you thought long and hard, searching for a way to balance both-their happiness and your own. Slowly, an idea began to form in your mind, a plan that might just give you the freedom you needed while still keeping your family's hearts full.

You shared this plan with Yoongi. Ever the wise friend, he listened intently, nodding occasionally. When you were done, he looked at you with his calm eyes and simply said, "It's your life, your decision... Just don't regret it later. But remember, if you want this to work, Jimin has to be on board too."

That's how you found yourself here, standing alone with Jimin at the same place where you had met before, the same time as that fateful day. But now, the air between you feels different, heavier with the weight of the conversation about to unfold. Your plan will change everything-for you, for him, for both of your families.

The decision you make today will alter the course of your life. As you look into Jimin's eyes, you know that whatever happens next will be something you'll carry with you forever.

Kim Y/n's P.O.V.

"Dude, just listen to me!" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "You know I hate you, and I know you hate me too. But if we get married, we'll go our separate ways. I can guarantee that. Our parents' problem will be solved, and we'll be free!"

I watched his face carefully. At first, Jimin's expression hardened with anger, but soon, it shifted into something else-something more thoughtful, as if he were actually considering my words. I could only hope he'd see this as the perfect solution. All I wanted was to make my parents happy while freeing myself from this mess.

"How are you so sure about this? Or is this one of your evil plans?" Jimin asked, a trace of suspicion lacing his words.

I scoffed. "Are you seriously suspecting me right now?" My voice rose in disbelief, my temper flaring. I couldn't believe he was being difficult about this. Didn't he realise this plan was going to benefit us both?