You and Jungkook manage to eventually sit down. You sit at a square two seater table, next to a large window, which looks out onto the city, you notice the city lights that illuminate the night sky.
It reminds you of Hobi's purity, when he sung happy birthday to himself in front of the rest of BTS, as they stared at him in utter confusion. Remembering
the video made you laugh to yourself.You notice that many of the fangirls that were in the room before, had left, it was only you, another couple and a large table of people, but you couldn't quite figure out who they were as their menus were covering their faces, but you don't take any notice of it.
You rest your hands on your legs, and glance down, insecurely. You're still unsure about what you're doing, and if you want to follow through with the marriage, it was your life long dream to meet BTS...
And maybe marry Namjoon...
But not marry Jungkook!!
But at the same time, you feel as if you're slowly beginning to understand Jungkook, so maybe it could work out?
You feel a warm hand on your head, and slightly ruffle your hair. You glance up, to find Jungkook who leaned over, he's smiling at you.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
You look really anxious, there's something on your mind, that you really want to tell Jungkook, but you're too scared to.
"Why do you like me?" You ask. "You could have any girl in the world, you're an international playboy to some people. There are many rich girls with rich families. Yet you choose me! I'm not even Korean. How do you know me?"
Jungkook leans back into his seat, and glances at the large window. You notice his defined jawline, he looks back at you.
"Your dad helped us to get to where we are today surprisingly. He didn't ask for any money, nothing materialistic or nothing in return, he only said 'I hope you can have great relations with our family'." Jungkook explained, he leaned forward. "I was only 14 when he died. I didn't know him for long actually, Namjoon knew him longer, but he helped us get started, to release our debut."
You glance to the window.
"Ever since then, I wanted to repay him by being there for his family, as we weren't there for him when he died." Jungkook added. "The arranged marriage hasn't actually been set it stone since your birth, I don't know why Namjoon said that, I just didn't argue."
"So this is for my dad?" You ask.
"No, not entirely." He replies.
You're concerned about how things are starting to get pretty awkward.
- Meanwhile -
The rest of Bangtan are sitting at a table that are two tables away from you and Jungkook. Hiding themselves with the menu's, and wearing very poor disguises, including J-hopes artistic moustaches... Taehyung's being a little messier than anyone else's.
"Jeez, the atmosphere over there is more dead than Suga's $3 chain..." Jin sniggers. He's wearing a long black trench coat, a pair of shades and a poorly drawn French waiter moustache... and Suga's $3 chain...
"Hey! It's more alive then your puns!" Suga snaps. "And your line distribution." Suga's wearing a leather jacket, with black geeky glasses, and somehow permed his hair. And a bushy drawn on moustache
"Tri-gg-ere-ddd..." Jimin mutters, who's wearing a dungarees with a long black cardigan, he's completely flattened his hair, and is wearing a bristled moustache.
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(EDITING) Baby under lock and key「Jungkook x Reader」
FanfictionStatus: Complete (UNDER EDITING) Imagine this. You're a 15 year old fangirl, who's currently at school, you're getting great grades, you have amazing friends. Your home-life is smooth. But... there's only one thing that you actually care about. Tha...