Enemies? Not for long

Chapter 1

When I was younger I had an enemy called Jeon Jungkook. We both despised each other while our mothers were the best of friends. Throughout my entire childhood we both went through thick and thin but never ended up liking each other. We both even went to the same schools by working hard and because it was our parents wish. But when we both turned the legal age and left school we went own separate ways, breaking all contact.

Thank God.

I never forgot how he ruined my childhood experience. He used to pick on me and hurt me both physically and mentally. But he was too dumb to notice.

He thought every time I cried was just a silly act but it never was. He even gave me scars by pushing me several times onto the ground, I went home lying almost everyday. My parents just thought I was clumsy but little did they know who was causing my pain.

Oh well it doesn't matter anymore, I'm an adult now and living perfectly fine but that's not going to last long. I could tell.

Anyway today was my bestfriend's wedding. We both have been friends ever since we were kids but I didn't expect today to be the worst day of my life. I'm her maid of honour so I had alot of advantages. The color theme was grey so the girls wore grey dresses while the men wore grey suits. My dress was a little more pricey than the others. Mine had a lace border and was petite around the waist, showing how tiny my waist was. I had hair left out and 5 inch black heels on.

Obviously I didn't look better than Jihyo (bride) but certain aspects made me stand out. We both sat in the car, sipping on champagne and laughing about how mature we finally are and the future. Jihyo still teases me about finding a lover but I always say that the day I marry a man will be the day I die. I think of her more as a sister than a friend. Me and her have DEFINITELY been through thick and thin, unlike me and Jungkook.

I've met her husband before, many times. He used to go to our same College and he's a friend of Jungkook's, unfortunately. Jihyo and Taehyung (groom) have been High School sweethearts and still are, I wish I could find a love like hers. But I still haven't had a single boyfriend yet, stupid bullying ruined my life.

We stepped out the car. She linked her hands with her dad while I stood infront with the other bridesmaids. The two groomsmen that I've never met before pulled the doors wide open, revealing all the guests. I put on a smile and walked down the white aisle. My eyes caught attention of one man, the bestman. My lips parted, seeing his eyes meet mine.

Jeon. Jung. Kook. Is here.

I shook my head and walked down the aisle still keeping eye contact with him. I could clearly see a smirk rise up to his lips. I stood with the bouquet in my hand, feeling my palms slowly heat up. I looked down, feeling his dark eyes on me. I looked up when the the priest was at the kissing bit. My eyes instantly averted to him instead of the couple, urgh. Jerk. That smug expression made me want to claw my eyes out.

***

I made sure to avoid him the whole time. But that wasn't going to last long. I kept on walking around for a while and went to sit down. I thought. I pulled a chair out, getting ready to sit but no. I fell on the ground on my bottom.

"What the hell!? Don't you have mann-"

"I don't have manners for girls like you" he said, sitting on my seat.

Who the hell does he think he is?

"And what are girls like me?" I scoffed, pushing myself up from ground.

"Sluts" he laughed out.

"You don't even know the definition of the word slut" I said, sitting on a chair beside him but I obviously distanced myself away from him.

"I do, you" he said.

I swung my hand at him, slapping his cheek.

"Die, I beg you" I scoffed, showing him my middle finger.

"Your face makes me want to die so just keep on looking at me" he smirked, winking at me.

I slapped him again, harder than before.

"Shut up Jung-" my mom came, cutting me off.

"I see the two of you bonding again, good. It'll help you both when you get married in a few months" she said, his mom came up from behind.

Wait what? Marriage? With Jungkook?

"I'm looking forward to this wedding...my slut" he whispered into my ear, putting a strand of my hair back but tugged on it making me whimper softly.

I hit his hand away. This is not happening. No way. Me and him? No. Never. Over my dead body. He disses me for no reason. I'm a slut apparently eventhough I still have my virginity.

"Mom...no" I whined.

"Sorry Hwayoung, there are no buts. We've been planning this for a while. Everything's sorted out already, there are no buts or no's just yes." she said and walked away with his mom. No going back, huh?
He hates my guts, do they really expect this marriage to work out? He has a girlfriend, I've seen them before but that was a few months ago. BUT STILL. I don't want to marry him.

Screw childhood memories and friendships, the guy's a born asshole.

I looked back at him, finding him smirking.

"Don't fall in love with me Hwayoung" he said, clicking his tongue and left me.

"I WON'T FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, DON'T WORRY JUNGKOOK!" I shouted as he walked away mouthing 'Sure' to me.

I won't, will I?

TBC