You got out of the cab, looking up at the buildings before you. You paid the driver and thanked him, you silently thanked your grandmother for teaching you what limited Korean you had. She'd always been into learning about Asian culture as a retired cultural anthropologist, she especially enjoyed Korean culture. You learned tidbits about the culture from her. You were suddenly regretting not delving more into the culture and taking advantage of the vast amount of knowledge she had. Or at least how to speak at a level above a toddler's.
With caution, you walked up the steps, going to the address your granny had given you. You finally got to the door. You took a deep breath.
Okay.
His name is Jeon Jungkook. He's a singer.
Okay.
Great.
Okay.
He's also your fiance.
A fiance who is Korean- an actual Korean native, who will probably only speak Korean and will probably not be able to understand a single thing you said. Not to mention might absolutely hate you for barging into his life like this.
You groan. Shut up brain. I'm trying to do things.
You tighten up your fist, aiming it at the door. It was getting dark out and you weren't too fond of the idea of being outside with possible creeps.
Well here goes nothing, you thought.
Knock knock.
You sigh as you stand in front of the polished door. You were tired- not even the 13-hour trip here from America could do anything to help. You didn't think anything would be able to help much- not when you knew the tiredness wasn't from lack of sleep.
It was weird really. To think that you went from your grandfather's weekend exactly a week ago to standing outside of your future husband's door, about to meet him for the first time ever. It was surreal. It seemed like something out of a movie or a really bad fanfiction.
Nevermind that though. You heard footsteps approaching the door. Compose yourself, y/n. You've got no time to mope. Not when you have a fiance to marry.
Immediately, the door swung open. A handsome man with plump lips and wide shoulders towered above you, kind eyes looking over you. "H-Hello I'm y/n. Are you Jeon Jungkook?" you greet him in a mix of Korean and English. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He says something excitedly in Korean, but all you can pick out is something to the extent of "Oh a foreigner!" and "the wife!"
He gestures you to come in, helping you with your luggage. You slip off your shoes and place them on the rack, mumbling a grateful thank you when he hands you some slippers.
"I am Jin. Nice to meet you," he says in English with a cute Korean accent, happily extending his hands out to shake yours. You shake his hands with a smile. "Nice to meet you too," you reply.
Ok, that's a good sign, right? He knows English so maybe Jungkook does too?
"Jungkook-ah!" he calls. There's no response.
"In here," Jin says, guiding you into the living room. On the couch, you see a boy who looks about your age, maybe a year or two older. There are two others near him.
One of them is a slender and mature looking man with lightly tanned skin, who is the first to see you and Jin. He smiles as a greeting, revealing deep dimples in his cheeks that make him look like a kid.
The other is a man with sparkling eyes, who also shoots you a smile, lips curling up cheerfully into a heart shape. The one who looks the youngest doesn't look at either of you, instead focused on his phone.
"Jungkook-ah," Jin calls to the younger boy. He looks up. You notice that he has beautiful doe eyes that are a sweet brown. When his eyes meet yours, however, they go cold, glaring at you.
"Hello, I'm y/n. You must be Jungkook?" you say softly.
He nods, still not caring enough to speak. He returns his attention back to his phone, standing up and walking away while emersed in whatever is on that screen. You frown.
Well gee, this first meeting is going great.
Well, it's not like you didn't expect it, but it still sucked.
"Sorry about him, miss- uhm- y/n- was it?" the one with the dimples says in perfect English.
"Yep, that's me," you reply. He stands to greet you with a handshake, which you return.
"Jungkook can be a little... cold when you first meet him, but I swear he's a good guy. I'm Namjoon by the way,"
You nod, "I see. Well, nice to meet you, Namjoon,"
He smiles. You turn your attention to the other man with the heart-shaped smile who comes up to greet you as well. "I'm your hope, I'm your angel, I'm Jhope! But you can call me Hobi!" he insists in English enthusiastically. His cheery tone makes you smile.
"Well, y/n. We'll guide you to your room, give you a tour, and let you meet the other guys. Jungkook should be doing this, but he's a little scrambled today. He learned yesterday about the marriage and that you'd be coming today," Namjoon says.
You nod, understanding. "Thank you and that's okay. I can understand. I am too. I learned about it today actually,"
Namjoon gives you a surprised look. "Wow, that's crazy. And I thought Jungkook was going to be the one who needed some time to adjust. I wonder why they told you so late?"
You smile sadly. You slowly twirl your late grandfather's locket necklace that grazed your collarbone. All you could do was smile and agree.
Your grandfather was a strange man, wanting you to get married so fast after his death. But if it was his last wish, you'd do it. You do it for him- even if Jungkook didn't seem to like you right now- you were going to marry the sucker. Just you wait, Jeon Jungkook. Just you wait.
A/N: AHHH IT'S HEREEEEEE I FINALLY POSTED THANKS FOR WAITING MY BEAUTIES I LOVE YOU
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