bathroom | jhs #LYSAWARDS

seventeen-teen-teen

-third person pov

"WAIT, WE NEED PETALS!" 

the boy reached into his pocket, and to hye jung's horrification, he pulled out fifty or so flower petals that (incidentally? maybe not) perfectly matched the girl's shirt.

"hoseok?! you had that in your freaking pocket this whole time?"

hoseok winked and whispered, "i always come prepared!!!!!!!"

before hye jung could back out of this, or scream, or just push the boy and scream 'you stalker i'm scared of you,' hoseok grabbed hye jung by the shoulders and gave her the biggest hug known to man.

that quieted hye jung.

when hoseok finally let go, he realized that she had two little pink shades on her cheeks, and he clapped his hands.

"I KNEW IT!" he screamed. "I KNEW YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH ME!" he squealed and gave her another bear hug that nearly broke hye jung's ribs.

"man," she choked, "you love making assumptions."

hoseok let go and cleared his throat.

"now, we have the ritual."

with their makeshift wedding hearts taped to their belly buttons, hoseok started throwing the flower petals in the air and started singing the sesame street theme song. that gave hye jung a reminder on how they first met and made her smile.

when all of the petals landed, hoseok smiled and (out of the fucking blue) gave hye jung a kiss on her lips.

that's right a fucking kiss on liPS a fcuucking ksis on the !! lips.

hoseok and hye jung both shrieked at the same time (but for different reasons), and hye jung heard mrs. jung holler in the kitchen. hye jung gave herself a mental reminder to confront the woman.

"h-hoseok, i am gonna skin you alive and drowning you in alcohol... oh my freaking gosh-"

hoseok giggled again. "i'm so surprised you didn't cuss!"

suddenly, hye jung turned pale and gaped at someone behind her husband. "fuck," she whispered.

hoseok giggled again until he realized that hye jung didn't cuss at him, she was cussing at something else.

he turned around, and his face became equally as pale and scared as hye jung's.

"fuck," hoseok whispered.

there, hoseok's father stood over the two lovebirds, eyebrows clashing together, fists clumped tightly over his work bag. 

"hoseok?"

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a/n: i haven't updated this book for three months. if you're still reading this, we're practically married.

if you want this book to be continued, please tell me! i'll try to update this book WAYYYY MORE CONSISTENTLY I PROMISE DON'T KILL ME

also, i would like to address one more things about this fanfic:

hoseok's father will show a more violent side in the next chapter. please note that this is a fanfic, everything about this is not real and is simply a story made by me. 

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