''Is it just me or did I just fall for you?'' A confused Jimin held his heart. ''I'm pretty sure you just fell for me.'' Y/N assured. ''How would you know?!'' J.M spat.
''...because I fell for you too''
I ran home by foot. I didn't care whether the voyage was longer than I expected, all I cared about is getting home without Jimin getting a grasp of me. I ran with all my stamina. I ran as if I was being chased by demons. I looked back at me to see an aggrieved and panting Jimin.
''Come back here Y/N! You and your little scene in the café!'' He bellowed at me with such anger, it could be compared with Hades. I didn't dare look back at him. I saw a stone sitting idly in my path so I kicked it beyond (behind) my feet so he could trip at it. My predictions were correct... Jimin tripped over it and landed on his chest. I stopped in my tracks and stared at him. His face buried in between his knees.
''Jimin?'' I mumbled quietly. Without realizing it, my feet were dragging me towards him. I leaned down and stared at his hazelnut hair. Suddenly, a firm pain was felt on my upper-right arm and I made contact with the grass.
''So gullible...'' He breathed through his plump lips as he stroked a part of my hair. I cringed my nose in disgust and pushed him off, me hovering him. I clasped his wrists so he wouldn't break free. I tutted at him.
''You don't look at the mouth speaking. You look at the hands moving.'' I whispered in his ear, ''Now who's gullible?'' I picked myself up from the awkward position.
''You're gonna feel my wrath soon, Y/N.'' Jimin gritted through his teeth. My mom, out-of-the-blue, appeared out of nowhere and offered some tea at my place. I death glared Jimin and he did vice-versa. Once we stepped in the house, Jimin and I fraud smiled at me mom and obediently sat down at the table.
''I'm proud to announce that both of you are getting married by tomorrow!'' My mom proudly announced like a proud mother hen.
''WHAT?!?!?!'' Jimin and I spoke out in an unbelievable volume in unison.
''What about the reception, the cake, the guest list, the bridesmaids' dresses, honeymoon, hire specific people!? Surely you've missed one or two things on the options given!'' I panicked as I spoke. Jimin nodded in agreement for the first time.
''No. The marriage is tomorrow whether you kids like it or not.'' She simply said it in one breath, ''Now Y/N, go upstairs to your room. Your private dresser and hairstylist is there waiting.'' I groaned, ''Come on guys! It's only gonna last a year and after that, I can arrange a divorce.'' My eyes lit up but for some reason, I felt an unclean, painful throb somewhere deep in the abyss of my heart.
''Well, I'll be on my way. Goodbye Ms.Lee!" Jimin did a 90 degree bow and left the house. I sighed and went up my room. A handsome monsieur, a french dude, with dusty blonde hair, grey eyes with tinted green, natural contoured nose and such sharp jawline stared at me.
''Uh... hi?'' I awkwardly said as heated up. He was holding a blow dryer while he crossed his legs as he leaned on a chair. He smiled at me.
''Hello'' A simple 'hello' could make you fan girl over him. His deep, husky voice could melt your insides. ''I'm your hair-dresser and personal assistant for the wedding. My name is Piérre and you are, beautiful lady?''
''Y-Y/N. . .'' I dreamily said as I stared at him. He chuckled and led me to the chair.
''Let's get started shall we? We have 8 hours to go and you can take a nap in between my lady.''
''Yes of course...'' I snapped back into reality and sat up straight while smiling.
So sorry for the short, crappy chapter guys. I'll try and make it longer in the next one. I'm currently resuming school for the third quarter and it seems shorter than it seems so the exams will come soon. Thank you for 1.6k reads Kawaiiyans! Saranghae~
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