A/N; the boom MV tore me up into shreds when I first saw it, and like it gave me so many writing ideas, they were giving me "we're rich, you can't fuck with us" vibes, ya know? Jisung is killing me, just saying, so I had to write about him. Also, reader and Jisung are BOTH 18. Pairings: Park Jisung x Fem! Reader Summary: you're parents decide you and Jisung should be married. Warnings: arranged marriage Words: 680
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"I won't be around for a week." Jisung found himself explaining to his friends who gave him skeptical eyes. One of his older friends, Jaemin, found that his eyebrows had knitted together. "Why, where are you going?"
"I don't know. Some island?" Shrugged the youngest of the four friends. "Why?" Haechan piped in, seriously wondering why his friend was going to some island.
Jisung's eyes rolled and he seemed to shiver, maybe in disgust because the school halls weren't chilly at all. "Because of her."
"Who—" Haechan's mouth snapped shut as he watched his friend point to a girl walking down the hallway, in their direction. She was with a boy, who they recognized as Lucas, an upperclassman, a senior.
Jisung hadn't bothered to ask or even wonder if the boy was your boyfriend, just a friend, or maybe a family member. But he ruled out the possibility of Lucas being your older brother when he realized that you looked nothing alike. Plus, the way he carried himself around you was like that of a best friend, possibly even a boyfriend. Maybe if Jisung convinced his parents that you didn't want him and that you already had a boyfriend, you could marry Lucas instead; seeing as you always looked so close together. Jisung knew though that Lucas hadn't signed up for that, but at the end of the day, Jisung hadn't either.
"What's she to you?" Chenle suddenly asked as soon as he finished shoving his books into his locker.
"Future wife, fiancée, I don't know, whatever you want to call her."
"Huh?—"
"I don't know the statistics. Don't even bother," snapped Jisung as he angrily slung his backpack onto his back, before raising his hand in the air to wave at the three boys. "I've got to go to the airport, see ya."
—
"Uh, sir, why is there only one bedroom?" You found yourself asking the kind butler who was stationed at the beach villa. It was large at first sight, but then you both learned there was only one official bedroom which left you confused ultimately.
Bickering down the halls of school, you and Jisung eventually made it to the airport and had gotten on a plane go the beach villa his parents owned. It hadn't taken long but the more you and your future husband argued, the longer it seemed to take to get to your destination.
"You're parents want you to share. Said it'll be best for bonding and getting close." The older man explained taking a step back allowing Jisung and you enough space to squeeze into the doorway to walk inside.
"I don't think we need to be any closer." Jisung spat out, moving around you to stand as far away from you as he could.
"It's just sleeping." The older man shrugged. "What's the worst that could happen?"
You hated this. Why did your parents have to agree on this? You were an adult, you shouldn't be expected to go along with this plan.
It was unfair.
—
To say the least. That night you didn't sleep good at all. Jisung slept like the baby he was, but you couldn't help but wiggle around on the floor you had decided to situate yourself on.
You thought you'd be fine, sleeping on the floor that is. But Jisung just had to start snoring like he hadn't slept for days and you just couldn't sleep because of him. It was loud and kind of obnoxious, sometimes cute, but then it would get loud again and you'd become irritated.
This morning surprisingly, the blue haired boy seemed cheery. Unlike yesterday when he was grumpy and didn't want to be near you. Probably because he'd gotten hours of sleep where you hadn't even managed to get an ounce.
"Ya know, you snore in your sleep? It's kind of annoying. I could hear you from the floor." You snapped from you spot across the table, where you sat exhaustedly eating your cereal.
Jisung glared harshly at you, eyes fuming.
"Get used to it, you'll be hearing it more often."
