After all those hair curling, make-up applying, napping, talking, manicures and pedicures; I finally get to wear my wedding dress (Check chap.16).
''My work of art is a success!'' Pierré (I decided to put the thingy idk in the last 'e') exclaimed in relief, his french accent taking over him.
''Merci, Pierré.'' I spoke with gratitude as I bowed, ''Alors, combien dois-je payer?'' He taught me some common phrases back in France.
''Oh no, you don't need to pay me anything. The company I work in pays me if I have satisfied my client.''
''Are you sure?'' I questioned him.
''Yes, mademoiselle.'' He assured me, ''Oh and remember: If the going gets the tough, the tough get going. Just a reminder for your wedding.''
''Thanks, Pierré'' I smiled at him as I hugged him. Oh shi... He got some nice baby smooth skin. He walked out of my room swiftly. I lied on my bed thinking what to do next until I heard a creak in my door. ''Uh who's th- Jungkook!'' I jumped on him
''Hey Jagi!'' He hugged back. ''Haha, you little succumb lady. You failed to resist my charms.'' Jungkook winked at me.
''E-Eh bien, c'est parce que tu es vraiment beau...'' (W-well, it's because you look really handsome...) I blurted out and blushed.
''Pardon?'' He look at me confused. Ah whoops... forgot to switch to Korean mode. I translated the sentence to him and he chuckled childishly.
''Hey Jungkook?'' He hummed in response, ''On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you love me?''
''Hmm... 9 because I'm the 1 you need.'' He smiled cheekily
''Wah~ So cheesy. Dude, you're flustering me!'' I awkwardly said as I hit his chest in embarrassment. He laughed loudly.
''Come on, I'll drive you to where your wedding is going to take place.'' He offered his hand for me to take. As I walked down, Vernon's dad gave Jungkook some dirty looks.
''Kook, how bout' we walk a little faster hmm?'' I whispered in his ear and he nodded. We walked swiftly to his car and he, as a gentle bunny, opened the door for me. I smiled warmly as he closed the door and entered the car too. We drove to a hotel where my wedding will take place and some of the Lee bodyguards led me to a dressing room.
''Yes and make sure the wedding will run smoothly.'' Brenda talked into the ear microphone. Two of my friends: Jamilla and Taeshri were just calmly chatting while sitting in their alluring pink bridesmaid gown. I entered the room feeling contented that they remembered my wedding.
''Hey guys!'' I merrily squealed before wrapping my arms on three of them.
''Hey Y/N!'' They all said in unison
''You should get going Y/N. The wedding is about to start soon...'' Jamilla looked at my eyes.
''Yeah! I can't believe my best friend is about to get married!!'' Taeshri exclaimed in pure bliss. Guess she didn't know yet. I waved at them as I sighed in despair. I took a glance in the ballroom Woah... A crystal chandelier with a long blue and gold porcelain carpet laid on the shiny marble floor, waiting for me to walk on it. Table packed with food and desserts laid freshly on a long table. Guests then filled the hall and sat on the pillow chairs with midget tables (mostly the ones you see in Japan) but suddenly rose as a priest stood on the altar. Wedding bells rang and the door opened. I walked down the aisle while my heart was in my throat.
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''I now pronounce you husband...and wife, you may now kiss the bride...'' The priest sighed happily. The crowd went wild and flashes of photographers we're exposed. Jimin looked at me gleefully but I can tell he was disgusted. I flashed him a pair of 'just do it' eyes for a second and smiled. He and I leaned in and our lips met. My soft, perfect heart-shaped lip on his mochi, plump, Kylie Jenner (lel, wut ;-;) lip. We quickly parted after 2 seconds and shivered. The wedding finally ended with the reception taking place. Vernon was unfortunately not there which disappointed me sadly. We all returned home and not to my surprise, we used a limousine. It was awfully quiet and I squealed in delight that we finally reached home.
''So... wife.'' Jimin hanged his blazer on a coat rack.
''Ew. Don't use that word. Doesn't suit either you or me.''
''I wasn't finished. I decided to make an oath with you and I which will last until our divorce.''
''And that is?'' I questioned him.
''We will act strangers at home but outside... well..."
"I get it" I sighed.
"Now, let's get to that punishment from that little scene of yours." Jimin snarled. Little scene? What?. He walked towards me, his fists clenched so tightly, it practically turned his knuckled white like a dove's feather. I stood my ground while giving home a killer stare. What?! You don't expect me NOT to fight? I got rights!
"Don't.You.Even.Dare.Park" I gritted through my teeth. He just shrugged and immediately pounced on me. I growled and started punching his chest while he slapped my head. "GET.OFF.ME!!"
"ONE.LAST.BRUISE." He punched my lip and got off me, smirking to himself. I wiped the leaking blood off my lip, looking at the damage I caused on Jimin's face.
"You don't know how much I regret liking you..." a painful throb was felt in my heart. I looked at Jimin one last time before storming in my room. The echo of my heels clanging on the living room. I heaved a sigh as I entered my room. An idea suddenly popped in my head as I searched through my wardrobe. "Aha!!" I dialed the number on the phone.
ON THE PHONE:
"Hello?"
"Chanwoo! Thank goodness I remembered you."
"Excuse me? Have we met before?"
"Don't you remember me? We met at an alley while I was crying and you comforted me. You gave me your number if I needed any advice. Ring any bells?"
"Oh! Y/N am I right?"
"Yeah. So... I need help with... relationship."
"I can't really uh talk over the phone because I'm with a client in the office."
"I'm so sorry!"
"No problem. So how 'bout 11:
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My Cruel Husband | Jimin FF
Fanfiction''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''
