"You fucking kissed me in front of everyone!" Jungkook snapped, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Yes, and?" she shot back.
"The picture of you forcing your kiss upon me is all over the fucking internet! This has been a fucking scandal for fuck's sake...
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Kenzie How fiercely I love you.
5 March, 2024
I am strong.
Am I?
Jungkook...
I never thought an engagement could be this stressful.
Sure, I've been engaged before, but it was never this difficult to handle.
Being engaged to you, the great Jeon Jungkook feels like an immense challenge. Don't get me wrong—I'm all for challenges. But this one demands that I change myself in ways I never anticipated.
It's as if I'm being pushed to transform into someone I can barely recognize. I hate the thought of changing myself, of molding my personality to fit someone else's expectations.
I've always prided myself on being true to who I am, but now I find myself questioning everything.
Am I strong enough to navigate this?
To maintain my identity while stepping into this new role?
The pressure is suffocating, and I feel torn between the person I've always been and the woman I'm expected to become.
I want to embrace this love, but at what cost?
I refuse to lose myself in the process. I want to be with you, Jungkook, but I need to find a way to do it without sacrificing the core of who I am.
It's a delicate balance, and the stakes are higher than ever.
Imagine sitting straight at a breakfast table surrounded by all kinds of married ladies—women who seem to have less tea or toast and more gossip to share.
The moment they look at you, you smile as if you're genuinely interested in their endless chatter, even though every word feels like a jab.
Imagine having to take classes on how to eat properly. I've been enduring that ever since I got engaged to you.
Picture me—a royal heiress of a diamond corporation—being scrutinized by the Jeon family for the way I eat my meals.
Come on, now, that's sick.
Don't you think, Jungkook?
I may not be a wealthy person anymore, but my blood is still royal. Yet, these ladies—your mother's social circle—call me a rebel, graceless, and ill-mannered.
Well, I'll gladly accept the last one.
As you always call me.
However, It's infuriating, really. They expect me to fit into this mold, to act like a perfect little heiress, but that's not who I am.
