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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Y/n: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get your shirt wet." I quickly wiped my face as best as I could. Damn, I could just see myself now. Red, puffy eyes, red nose and any makeup I had put on were probably all over my face in a not so attractive way. Then, of course, as I walked into the house and fell to my knees, Jungkook had been right there, asking if I was okay. Of course, I wasn't but the way he asked, with his deep voice and honest concern, it had soothed the ache in my heart a bit. At least someone seems to show pure concern for my wellbeing. Then, I couldn't help but smile a bit when he told me that I looked like shit. Ha! Can you believe that?! So far he'd been totally honest with me and hadn't been hiding anything.
How could I hate him for that?
But once he pulled he pulled me into the closet and exposed what he, by himself, had been working on all afternoon while I was out, threw me over the edge. It was simple. It was sweet. It was thoughtful. It was as if he was out to prove that everything I thought I would feel forever was a lie.
I thought I wouldn't smile again; He had then made me smile. I thought I would never feel cared for; Then he made me feel as if he cared. Then, of course, I went into break down mode and probably scared him to death by throwing myself at him.
Jungkook: "No harm's done." he cleared his throat. "Can I ask what happened?" Jungkook and his large build just stood and watched me with those eyes of his. I couldn't believe how safe and protected I felt when he held me. Those large arms of his I thought would be tough and crush me, yet, they were gentle and...comforting.
He wasn't such a bad guy after all. I think that I could handle staying with him and being 'fake' married to him for a bit. I chuckled bitterly, not at him, but at the memories, I just broke down over.
Y/n: "Pathetic." I sniffed and looked down at my feet in embarrassment. "I ran into the man I love...with his fiance on his arm."
Jungkook: "I see. Well, I know it won't make you feel better, but I do know how you feel. I came home to Jiyeon with her bags packed, breaking off our engagement."
Y/n: "Really?!" I asked, surprised. "She just stood there and waited for you?"
Jungkook: "No." his eyes grew dark, and so did his voice. "She had her bags packed, and was planning on leaving a note. I found her and her... 'man' having sex on my bed." I gasped.
Y/n: "The same bed we sleep in?!" It was a strange way to phrase it, but it was true. I felt sick to my stomach just thinking about her and some guy going at it on the bed that Jungkook had to sleep on...me too, of course...gross!
Jungkook: "No. I burned that one and bought a new one. We sleep on that one." A sigh of relief escaped my lips, and I reached out and touched his arm gently.
Y/n: I'm sorry she didn't see the good man that you are. You deserve better. I hope that once this is all over, you'll be able to find someone who loves you for who you are." His eyes bore into mine as his expression went blank. Did I say something wrong? After a moment, he looked towards my bags and I lowered my hands away from him.
Jungkook: "I'll give you a few minuted to unpack your new things." And with that said, he walked out of the closet. Leaving me once again trying to figure out this puzzle of a man that was now my husband.
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