y/n and Jungkook were strangers got drunk at a club and got married while they were drunk.
What will happen to the two of them after they wake up the next day in the same bed with rings in both of their fingers???
Read to find out more!
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Since Y/n, had been gone, I thought of something that might make her happy. So, for the past few hours, I've been clearing half my closet out so that Y/n had some space for her new wardrobe. I looked at the now condensed version of my walk-in closet, then sneezed. I sniffed, realizing that I should've dusted as well. Ugh, this was so not my thing. I honestly don't remember the last time I did housework. It felt pretty good, actually, but for some reason, I felt a bit nervous about Y/n coming home. Was it because I worked so hard and thought she might not like it? Suddenly, I heard the front door open and shut followed by a loud thud. What the hell?! I quickly ran out of my bedroom to make it to the front door to find Y/n on her hands and knees laying on the ground.
Jungkook: "Are you alright?" I asked, bending down in front of her. Her face was hidden, yet I could hear her shaky voice.
Y/n: "Why does everyone keep asking me that?" I stayed silent and waited as she finally raised her head to look at me. I frowned. Her eyes were puffy, her nose red, and she looked like the night I met her. Except, for this time, she still had fresh tears covering her soft skin. "I look like something horrible right now," she commented. I held out a hand to her.
Jungkook: "Yes, honestly, you do look like shit." Surprisingly, a small smile came upon her face at those words. Something was very wrong with her. I helped her to her feet and quickly took her bags. "I have something to show you," I told her, causing her stained puffy face to raise an eyebrow. I motioned for her to follow me, now feeling the pressure even more.
What had happened that had made her cry so? Was it me? Was it her so-called 'love', or was it...that man again? I felt myself grow angry at the thought of him even touching her again. One thing was for sure: I would find out why she was so distraught. I led her into the walk-in closet. I focused on her and watched as she widened her eyes with question at the space. I cleared my throat.
Jungkook: "While you were gone, worked on clearing some space for you."
Y/n: "Some space?" she gulped, narrowing her eyes at the area. Damn, did she not like my hard work? "You cleared out half the closet." Her voice was still coming out shaky and light, but at least she was talking to me.
Jungkook: "Well, true. I didn't know how much space you might need, so I thought half was fair." Fresh tears pooled around her eyes, and I found myself frowning again. Not exactly the reaction I was looking for. "You don't like it?" Y/n shook her head.
Y/n: "No, it's not that." she whispered. Her eyes came up yo look at my own eyes. Thankfulness and adoration seemed to be showing through those stormy orbs. A small sob escaped her. "It's such a lovely gift." Relief spread through me. What she did next threw me off. Her small body, came flying at me as her arms went around my waist and her face buried into my chest. A few more sobs started to emerge, and I didn't know what to do. Do I pat her back? Do I pull away or do I say something nice? Or- "I just need to be held for a few minutes, please." her sweet voice came out in a whisper through her sobs.
As I said, I don't know how to be around a woman...it just doesn't come naturally to me. Wow. For being so small, she didn't feel like she was going to break under my strength. Actually...I hate to admit this...but she felt pretty good in my arms. I felt as if I was protecting her. Was this what it felt like to be a husband? Good, I was having such strange thoughts. Yet, all I could focus on was this woman's sobs against my chest. After a few minutes, her sobs started to slow down and, I felt her slowly push herself away. I opened my arms and allowed her to step away from me...
