MARRIAGE WITHOUT DATING - JIKOOK

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fuckable.

Jungkook's POV.

I could feel the cold water flowing down on my suit and under it. That fucking bitch had the guts to splash water on me? Ha! I will make sure their business suffers in the next few weeks!

I finally arrived at where Yoongi currently is. The hotel is not that far from the restaurant earlier, you can even just walk toward here. But since I have my car with me, who's fucking dumb to not used it, right?

After parking my Bentley in the open space outside, I walked inside the hotel and I could sense people were looking at me weirdly.

I mean, I get that I'm handsome, but damn. These guys needs to not make it that obvious!

What room was it again? I forgot about it already.

I snitched the phone in my pocket to recall Yoongi's text earlier. I know I can simply asked in the front desk but that's gonna take too much of talking and I can't waste my precious breathe for such thing.

'Wonderland Hotel. Room 410' it says. Okay, let's get this over quickly, I want to lay in my bed so bad! I walked towards the elevator and pressed the button.

When the elevator opens, there was already someone inside, an old man in his late 50s. "What floor are you going, sir?" He asked with a smile and I motioned 4 with my hands, too tired to even mutter.

I sigh, maybe a little louder than I should have because the old man looks at me again, weirdly, eyeing me up and down.

Oh my, am I really that attractive that even an old geezer wants me now?

"Young man, here," he suddenly spoke and hand me a 1,000 won bill. I widened my eyes, bewildered. "Please buy yourself something warm to eat, poor young man." he shakes his head with pity in his eyes and the elevator finally stop at his destination, 3rd floor. He pat my shoulder before heading out.

The door closed and I stood inside the elevator in disbelief. I looked down and saw the state I am in. Wow. Is that why people have been staring at me this whole time? I stared at my disheveled reflection in front of the mirror.

I looked like a fucking dumbass.

The elevator dinged, signaling I'm already at 4th floor. I headed outside and groans in frustration.

I gripped the money that the old geezer gave me tightly as I looked around trying to find the goddamn room 410.

Room 406...

Room 407...

Room 408...

Room 409...

And finally, Room 410.

Fucking finally!

I rang the doorbell once, then rang it again with irritation. I hate waiting. When I was to ring the button again, the door finally opened, revealing a petite gorgeous man with pink hair.

Fuck. So pretty.

"W-who... are you?"

Even his voice sounded like heaven, so sweet, so gentle, so fucking sexy— What the heck, Jeon Jungkook?! Are you out of your goddamn mind? Stop your thoughts before it wanders off too deep.

I snapped out of my thoughts and remembered why I was here. I pushed the pretty boy aside and head towards the bathroom where my coward cousin is hiding.

"Where's your bathroom? I need to wipe this sticky thing outta my face. That bitch." I growled as I wipe the excess water on my face. I knocked on the comfort room loudly.