secretly married | daerosé ✓

eight

daehyun's pov

"so this is our actual first day in school. promise me, you won't ever tell anyone you're married and that i am your husband, okay?" i said and she nodded as she smiled like an obedient girl.

"but wait, why?" she put on a confused expression.

"well, we don't want them finding out? it's gonna be our little secret, okay?" i winked at her.

"why? i don't get it, hubby. that is not a secret but a lie- ah!" she took a step back and pointed her index finger at me.

"hubby is a liar!" she shouted.

"just like when my dad says he's on diet but eat when everyone's asleep." she said and i furrowed my eyebrows. "w-what?" i uttered.

"my dad, mama scolds him for eating too many and he goes on diet, but eats when everyone asleep, but still denies the fact that he is eating." she says.

"h-how did you even know- wait, why am i listening to your story? heck. anyways, just lie. one lie, okay?" i said and she shook her head.

"i will not be a liar. i'm a child of jesus." she says and i furrowed my eyebrows a again. "i go to church- ah!" she pointed her index finger at me again.

"don't tell me you have no religion?!" she shouted and i just grabbed her and covered her mouth when i realized they were people looking at me everywhere and i just at them, my eyes begging, 'please leave, don't mind us.' but they just give me a judging expression.

"anyways, just keep it as a- ow!" i shouted.

"y-you bit me!" i shouted and she stuck her tongue at me before sprinting inside the campus.

"yah, wait for me!" i shouted as i ran after her, but i was halted by three girls, they hands crossed on their chest.

"who are you?" the blonde asked.

"what's your deal?" the shortest asked.

"why are you chasing after chaemunk?" the brunette asked.

"c-chaemunk? i know her- i mean, she knows me- it's just complicated, okay!" i shouted and suddenly, chaeyoung came back running.

"why did you stopped chasing after me? haha, i know! you're having a back pain, aren't you?" she laughed and i scrunched my nose.

can this get any-

"she can." the brunette sighed.

"how did you know what i'm-"

"every human, probably sane, who meets her. anyways, i'm kim jennie, a friend of this giant baby." she smiled.

"i'm lalisa manoban, i'm thai!" the blonde girl said.

"i'm kim jisoo, the oldest." the shortest girl said.

"oh, for a second there, i though-"

"don't start." her expression changed in a blink of an eye.

"what's your name?" jennie asked.

"i'm-"

"he's jung daehyun, my hubby." chaeyoung smiled.

"oh your hubby- wait, what?!" jisoo shouted, too shocked.

i grabbed chaeyoung and covered her mouth with my hand. "she's just joking- ow!" she bit my hand again.

"stop covering me with that dirty hand of yours, dickhead!" she shouted.

"jennie, i told you to stop swearing. now, she's learning a lot." jisoo shook her head as she wrapped her arm around chaeyoung waist and walked away with her.

"are you really her husband?" jennie asked.

"i'm no- t-that was just a joke." i stuttered and she snickered.

"chaeyoung doesn't joke. and if she does, it would be something relating to barbies or her disney princesses." she rolled her eyes.

"if you are really her husband, don't ever hurt her or else, i'll make your life a living hell." she poked my forehead before leaving, being followed by the blonde.

what did i just got involved in?