"Jungkook I don't love you and I never will. I was forced upon you without a choice and it makes me angry that you asked my parents for this." A Jungkook x Reader Fan Fiction!
I stood beside my mom, leaning my head back in boredom. "What about this one?" She said. "Sure..." I groaned.
"You've said sure to all of them!" My mom said. "I don't want to get married..." I mumbled. "It's a tradition for the family to have a arranged marriage. I had one. Your grandma did. It's to marry a rich man and carry the bloodline." She smiled.
I tilted my head, my eyes landing on a beautiful wedding dress. "I like that one..." I walked over to it.
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"That's the spirit honey! Excuse me, how expensive is this?" She asked the girl working at the front.
"Ah... That is the Strapless Court Train Mermaid Trumpet Lace Wedding Dress. It's 1118.40₩." The lady smiled.
(435 USD 586.77 CAD )
"Oh perfect! Try it on dear!" My mom pushed me in the change room. I put it on with the help of the lady easily, goddamn working out sure helped with dress problems.
"So, who's the lucky guy?" She asked me. "His names Jeon Jungkook." I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror, I felt so nice in the dress, but so terrible that this would be the last thing I'd wear before I'd be trapped in a marriage.
Forced marriage... It's cruel, people say it makes the unexpected fall in love... But I doubt it... There's no way the guy who ruined my life would be my lover.... It would be one-sided forever.
"JEON JUNGKOOK!? You mean thee, Jeon Jungkook? The son of the CEO of that male fashion company?" She started giggling, this was another reason I hated him.
"Well, you're such the lucky girl!" She giggled. I sighed, a look of concern went to her face. "Well aren't you halpy? He's rich, smart, gorgeous..." She blushed.
"It's forced marriage. Believe me I do not want to get married to that jerk... He ruined my life in highschool...." I said.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear... But I guarantee that you'll fall in love together." She smiled. "Yeah, sure." I smiled, even though I was dying inside.
I walked outside, my mom squealing when she saw me. "You. Look. Beautiful, dear! We'll buy it." She handed the lady a big wad of cash.
We walked out of the dress store, the dress was in my arms, well... In a bag, in my arms.
"Hey~" Somebody put their arms around my shoulders, back hugging me. "Jungkook, I swear to god, keep doing that you won't show up to the wedding in one piece." I turned my head to the bunny tooth smiling idiot on my shoulder.
"That's murder." He pouted. "Yeah, nobody will miss you." I growled, taking his arms off my shoulders.
I got in the car, my mom confused me by sitting in the back. "Mom, why aren't you sitting in front?" I asked.
"Because Jungkook's driving us home. You can sit in the passengers." She smiled.
"Okay.. Wait what do you mean home? His or ours?" I went into the passengers seat.
"We bought you two a house!" She smiled, great... Jungkook got into the driver's seat.
"Wow... Nice ride." He looked around the car. "Yeah, so don't ruin it." I said.
"Course not, sweetie." He took my hand, kissing it. I took my hand away from his. "Stop." I glared at him. "Sure." He smiled.
"Do you know how to drive it?" I said as he turned the engine on. "I can drive... I can figure this out..." He mumbled, looking at all the buttons and stuff.
He managed to get out of parking, a dent or a mere scratch and he'll never see the light of day again.
He drove in a unfamiliar place to me. He finally pulled up to a big house, slightly smaller than mine, that's fine, it would just be me and him, and I would never have a kid with him.
I got out of the car, about to reach for the bag. Jungkook took it first. "I'll carry that." He smiled.
"Flattering... I'll take this." I took the keys, walking to the door. Jungkook opened it for me, I walked inside.
"Thanks..." I muttered. I looked around, the furniture was new and not used. "Wow..." I whispered, putting the keys on a key holder.
"You like, no?" He said with a French accent.
"Tu dois dire en français, si tu utilises un accent français. C'est 'Tu aimes, non?' Pas 'You like, no?' " I imitated his voice.
(Translation: you must speak in French, if you use a French accent. It's "You like, no?" Not "You like, no?")
"What? How do you know how to speak French?" He asked. "Duh, I moved to Quebec after you ruined my life." I glared at him, taking my shoes off. "Well, I'll get a taxi! You guys have fun." My mom winked at me.
I blushed, she didn't think we'd do it, did she? "By the way, I'd prefer 2 or 3 grandchildren." She winked at Jungkook, who smirked at me.
I gave both of them a look of disgust, hell to the f*cking Jesus Christ mother clucker blue fluffy elephant cheese NO!
My mom waved, walking out the door. "You heard her, she wants 3." He wiggled his eyebrows, walking closer to me. "And I say hell to the f*cking Jesus Christ mother clucker blue fluffy elephant cheese NO! I would not do the 'WOO-HOO' with you, rat." I said, backing up.
He eventually came close so that I was against the wall and his face was inches away from mine. His breath hit my face, I blushed from the heat and embarrassment.
"You're blushing." He smirked. "Because you're so flipping close to me! You're breathing on my face, it's hot in here, and it's embarrassing now get off!" I pushed him off me.
"We get married in 5 days, (Y/N)." He mumbled. "And it will be a one-sided relationship for the rest of our lives. I hate you, always will, I'll adopt children and never get in the same bed as you without being fully clothed. Both of us." I glared at him, fire burning in my chest.
"We'll see." He smirked. "Why..." I held my head down. "You little--!" I yelled for his self-loving statement.
