We Got Married {Jungkook x Reader}

• One •

I hated flying. It didn't matter what class I was flying in, where I was going, or who was accompanying me. I had always had an irrational fear of heights, and so naturally, I had acquired a fear of flying too. Sadly, this was a big part of my job— flying from coast to coast, shootings scenes in fragments here and there and then promoting the finished works when it was all over, only for it to be done all over again.

This time, I was on a long-haul flight. You could call it torture, or if you were my manager, you could tell me I was overreacting and then schedule another appointment for more anxiety medication. Daniel, my manager, was sat beside me on the plane. Of course, he had no problem with flying. He sat reclined in his chair, neck pillow wrapped around him snug and sun-glasses slightly crooked on the bridge of his nose as he snored.

For once, I didn't blame him. This was probably the longest flight I had done. If I could have stopped being anxious for a second and slept, I would have. However, anxiety took over in this instance, so I sat rigid with my nails digging into the neat leather upholstery of my seat. The little screen in front of my face told me that we were landing soon, in Incheon airport. And so the promotions began.

I should have spent the flight rehearsing what little phrases I knew, or at least practising a face that seemed the least bit happy. After a long flight with barely any sleep, I was sure I looked like Hell. I definitely felt like Hell.
I had to focus on all the questions I was going to be asked too, probably nothing I hadn't been asked before. I already had a default answer for the basics about the movie itself , media training made sure of that.

Then there were the more difficult questions.
I had only learned a few ways to dance around sensitive questions.

Instinctively, I unlocked my phone and refreshed the news handles. Yeah, this was definitely going to suck. I had made the mistake of catching terrible feelings for a co-star, he just happened to be one of the lead actors in this movie. I felt stupid now, checking the news like I was his biggest fan, but I was far from it. I guess it was more out of spite now.

The entire shooting, he lead me to believe that there was something between us, even promised me he'd sell our story to the press so we could get our relationship out in the open and stop sneaking around and watching our backs at every turn. Then, when the movie was set for release and the trailers were out, his management decided that he was suddenly in a relationship with the female lead.

I couldn't blame him too much, I knew how the 'fame game' worked in Hollywood. He forgot all about me once his followers surpassed a million, suspiciously hours after his 'relationship' was announced. That was when I requested to be on whatever promotion schedule he was not on. Today's news showed the happy couple snapped in a coffee shop in New York, holding hands. I would say that they looked genuinely happy, but I couldn't see much expression behind the sunglasses and matching baseball caps. I scoffed before locking my phone.

I didn't want to admit it, but there were tears threatening to spill. I tried to tell myself that it was fine and that I'd get over it, but evidently it wasn't working.

"Oh look! You're ruining your makeup!" Maria, my makeup artist sighed as she started rummaging through her bag, eager to fix whatever I'd broken again.

"Why does it matter? I don't have anything on the schedule for today. No one's gonna see me." I swatted away a makeup brush that was aimed for my cheek.

"That's where you're wrong, sweetie. There's a whole big deal about 'airport-fashion' here. And I think you'll be surprised when you see the turnout past those gates." Maria said as she persisted, and suddenly Daniel was awake. He sucked in a deep breath, accidentally taking in some loose powder particles floating in the air, violently sneezing himself awake.

"Glad to see Sleeping Beauty is awake. We touch down soon." I sighed.

"R-right." Daniel mumbled, still half-asleep.

• • •

Maria certainly wasn't kidding when she talked about a 'turn out'. I hadn't seen anything like this anywhere before. When I passed through the doors, suitcase in tow, I was greeted by screams. When I looked up, a few bright lights flashed in quick succession. Cameras. I knew what to do instinctively, so I threw up my hand and waved, giving them my biggest smile. If only they knew.

There wasn't just paparazzi and press present, there were genuine fans too, holding signs with my name on it and movie posters from other films I'd shot too. My mouth felt dry, and I could feel a lump in my throat. It was jarring to say the least. Suddenly, I longed for the solitude of the jet. Daniel ushered me along, and I began signing things quickly before making a hasty exit.

• • •

When I finally made it back to the hotel, I felt like the life had been sucked out of me. Before I could land on the bed and fully appreciate the opulence of my hotel suite, Daniel was already talking about schedules and Maria was already mumbling something to my stylists. I felt like I was underwater, not quite hearing what anyone was saying but still present nonetheless.

"So, that's plan. Any objections? Speak now and I can back you out and put you on the next flight home." Daniel folded his arms. He was used to my fickle temperament.

"No objections, let's just get on with this." I huffed in what sounded a lot like defeat.

"Sweet, so filming for the tv show starts tomorrow evening. They've given us the location and organised the cars in advance already, so everything should go without a hitch. I'll give them the signal that we're definitely going ahead." Daniel smiled before his phone started buzzing in his pocket.

I was too tired to think, so I just watched as everyone left my room in waves. Then I was alone again. It felt horrible. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. I felt overwhelmed when I was with crowds of people, yet devastatingly isolated when I was alone. It was unbearable. To fill the silence, I switched on the tv and began channel surfing. I couldn't understand any of it, given that it was all in Korean and I barely knew how to say 'hello' in Korean. However, I found myself intrigued by a music show. There was a group of men dancing and singing, and I had no idea what they were saying or who they were but they were really good at what they did. It made me wonder why we didn't have more of this in the West.

I hummed along despite not knowing the tune, absentmindedly opening up my phone to a billion notifications on twitter and Instagram.
Scrolling through the timeline, I could just see about a billion images of the same scene. It was me emerging from the airport. I couldn't help but smile reading the comments from fans.
I think I favourited as many as I could before something eye.

News articles in English about me in Korea, and then some... boy?

Purely out of curiosity, I tapped on the link. If there was one rule I religiously followed, it was never to read news articles about myself. However, today I was breaking all the rules so it seemed.

"Popular Hollywood Actress to marry BTS' Jungkook in new season of 'We Got Married'"

I snorted. What the hell was this? I wasn't getting married. I screenshotted the article and cackled as I sent it to Daniel.

"Can you believe this? The media is insane these days." I texted him.

"Umm... I literally just told you that shooting starts tomorrow. Talk with you tomorrow." Daniel texted me back.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. I guess it paid to listen because now I was apparently getting married tomorrow. Whose sick idea was this? I scrolled down the article and saw various images of myself and this Jungkook person attached. Then, out of panic I googled about the show.

"'We Got Married' is a South Korean reality variety show. The show pairs up celebrities who pretend to be married couples and complete various challenges together."

"Oh." I sighed in relief. So I wasn't actually getting married. That was good at least.

I dropped my phone on the bed and groaned as I put my head on the pillow. I could still hear singing in the background from the music show on tv. I didn't bother to turn it off, instead I slowly drifted off to sleep.