BEST OF ME ~ ParkJimin [EDITING]

4. MEETING HIM/HER

ONE WEEK LATER

HEEJIN'S POV

My parents returned from Hongkong yesterday and I was to meet my husband's family today. I rummaged through my cupboard. What should I wear? Then I heard someone cough behind me.

'(Cough) hmm hmm'

'Oppa, when will you ever learn to knock? This is a girl's room, you know'

'That girl is my sister. It doesn't matter.'

'Urgh. Whatever!'

'You're thinking of what to wear? 'he asked

'How did you know? I asked curiously.

'Your heart was screaming it to me. Ehmm. What do they call it?' He said trying to remember something. 'Tele... tele...'

'It's telepathy, idiot.' I laughed and gave him a knock on the head.

'Have this'. He handed me a box. I opened it and found a short black dress with pretty stones all over it.

'It's a gift.' He said making me tear up. 'Wear it and slay that fiancé of yours.' I quickly hugged him

'Komawo oppa'

'You don't need to thank me. I know you're not happy with this marriage stuff. This is the least I can do for you.'

'I'm really...'' holding my cry but he wiped them off.

'It's okay. I'll get going now. I don't want to annoy Namjoon hyung. Good luck cutie pie.'

'I asked you to stop calling me that'. I said as he walked away.

I sighed as drops of tears started to fall from my eyes. It's my day. I have to face it.

JIMIN'S POV

'I'll do what you want' I said to Dad. He looked at me, not sure of what I said. 'The marriage...I'll do it.' I repeated.

'You should have said this earlier. I'm glad you're making this decision son', he said as he patted my shoulder.

'But on one condition. Once all this is over, we'll divorce.' I said to him. He was puzzled at my statement but agreed. 'Okay son. If that's what you want. But I doubt you'd be able to bring yourself to.' He said to me as he walked out of the room.

What did he mean by that? Well I don't care. I just agreed because the delay in my decision was getting too much and it was affecting their business, obviously. My mother walked in right at the moment.

'Mother' I said as she sat next to me and placed my head on her shoulders.

'Thank you for being a great son.'

'Mother', I said as I could hear her trying to fight her tears.

'Right from childhood, you've never failed to make us proud. I feel very bad that you're sacrificing your happiness for us. But trust me, we chose carefully. You'll grow to love her. I promise.'

'It's okay, Mother. Don't cry.'