𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙍𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝘼 𝙁𝘽𝙊𝙔 ➵

Wedding Day

Chapter 9

Jungkook pov

*kissing sounds

*moaning sounds

*groaning sounds

"Come on Jungkookie we have to go, the others will be looking for you"

"Aww come on Noona, it's break time" I pouted

"Come on, we might get caught" she says

"Fine~ But I'll miss you" I said

She giggles getting off of me and fixing her white top and hair as I fixed my hair and placed on my shirt again along with the jacket.

"I'll see you-"

I grabbed her around her waist and kissed her neck planting multiple of them.

"I won't be seeing you anymore after my wedding day" I softly spoke

"I really wish you didn't have to get married" she sounds hurt

I grinned a little and turned her around.

I looked her in the eyes staring into it.

"You know I have to and nothing can stop that, my parents will send me to America and I'll never get to see you again" I said

"Then I'll quit and we can move to America or somewhere" she pouts

I snickered as she said that.

"Good"

I leaned in and kissed her.

I quickly pulled away as I saw hit man bang.

"Hyung!, help! The Noona was trying to take me away with her to America and she seduced me to kiss her and tried threatening our company!" I pointed at her

"Yah!, we have strict rules around here with idols and staffs!" He grabs her harshly and pushes her out

I smiled to myself and saw Yoongi hyung walking in.

"Hyung He-"

"Jungkook why would you do that?" Yoongi asks

"What do you mean?" I rolled my eyes and sat on the chair

"You keep firing Noonas and our staff, no one is going to want to work with us if you continue" He says

I didn't bother to answer him and touched my phone. He sat next to me and sighed deeply then looked at me with concern.

"You're getting married and you're over here cheating?" Yoongi sadly said

"It's not cheating if she came onto me" I said

"We both know that's not true" yoongi said

"Is this about....her?" He asks

I stopped what I was doing and looked up at him.

Solna Pov

"You look beautiful!" Mrs. Jeon smiles

I just smiled a bit looking in the tall mirror.

"Do you think so?" I asked

"Of course, this is the dress" she smiles

"This is definitely the dress" my mother smiles with tears

"Eomma, don't cry" I said to her

"I'm sorry I just can't stop imaging you and how fast you're growing" she says