"Sorry, but your name?" Jin asked softly
"Min Hoyoon," Jungkook blurted out with a panicked smile.
"Yes, Hoyoon," Jin chuckled, clearly enjoying this far too much.
"Taehyung, show him around, will you?"
And in that moment, Jungkook just knew. He w...
Another day of dragging myself back from college, bags under my eyes and books weighing me down. I hadn't even eaten lunch, thanks to Professor Choi's surprise assignment, so my stomach had been growling for the last hour. Just when I thought the day couldn't get any worse, I turned the corner and saw it-a huge, lavish wedding party in full swing.
My steps slowed as my eyes took in the scene. Lights hung from trees, glowing with a warm, golden hue. Laughter echoed through the air, and the delicious aroma of grilled meat and sweet desserts made my mouth water instantly.
I paused, standing on the sidewalk like an outsider. But the brat in me-the rebellious side that liked breaking rules just for the hell of it-started whispering ideas. What if I just... sneaked in? Weddings always had tons of guests. No one would notice one more, right?
I wasn't one to pass up free food, especially when today, my wallet was as thin as paper, so I made my decision. Glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention, I slipped past the entrance and wove through the crowd like I belonged there.
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Once inside, I felt a thrill surge through me. The music was loud, the guests were distracted, and the buffet table was calling my name. I grabbed a plate and started piling on food. Roasted chicken, shrimp cocktails, fresh salads-I didn't hold back.
No one batted an eye. I was just another well-dressed guy at the party. As I took my seat in a quiet corner, a smirk tugged at my lips. This was too easy.
Or so I thought.....
Just as I was about to take a bite of the roasted chicken, a firm hand grabbed my shoulder. I froze. Slowly, I turned around, my heart racing. A man in his mid-50s stood before me, his expression curious but with a hint of authority.
"I haven't ever seen you before. Who are you?" His voice was steady, and his eyes bore into me with suspicion.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep calm. My brain scrambled for an excuse, and I blurted out, "I'm an old friend of the groom." The words left my mouth before I had time to think. Mentally, I patted myself on the back for coming up with a somewhat believable story.
