Devil Contract ✓

06

❝ Family Reunion❞
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MY EYES ROAMED AROUND THE LARGE MANSION, with curiousness, never did I see such a large house-it was even bigger than Jungkooks-I felt my heart rate growing, my throat went dry, thoughts filling my mind-what will they think of me?-

I felt a hand going up my waist, making me flinch. I looked up to see Jungkook glaring at me, he leaned into my ear, "Do not ruin my reputation, honey." He warned, forcing out a smile.

He dragged me with him, the large doors opened-what is this?-I thought, looking at the large house, it was so high that I was getting anxious, just how rich was he?

"My son." A sweet; infuriating voice spoke up, a woman walking towards us with a wide, fake smile on her face, her eyes were only on Jungkook, she looked old-wait, is she his mother?-I thought, not getting the family tree.

But wasn't she dead?-I looked up at Jungkook, who had the same fake smile as her, he moved forward, hand moving away from my waist as he reached up, embracing her.

I watched the greeting, it was horrible, it was so fake, so unwanted. "Mother, how are you?" Jungkook asked in the most sweet voice he could, as if it was sarcasm.

"Fine, is she your wife?" Her eyes moved from Jungkook to me, I finally came out of my thoughts, lightly bowing my body at her, I smiled-I couldn't understand if my smile was fake or not.

"Yes, she's my wife." Jungkook held my wrist, pulling me towards him, his words seemed so-as if he's trying too hard to say I'm his wife-the woman, his mother, lightly chuckled.

"Not that good of a choice you have." She said, smiling at me, "But okay, it's your wife." She said, I stiffened at her harsh and insulting words, feeling my heart clench in my ribcage-she's just like him-I thought, not much surprised.

I froze on hearing footsteps behind me; Jungkook's grip around my wrist tightened, I held my wince and pain in, closing my eyes.

"Oh, you're here?" I heard a masculine voice say behind me, I opened my eyes, turning to find a man, probably in his fifties, smiling at Jungkook-another fake smile.

What's with these people? Why are they so fake? Do they even live real? I watched as Jungkook left my wrist, I glanced down to see the red marks around my wrist, I quickly hid it behind my back.

He lightly hugged the man, "Father, how are you?" The voice sounded like thorns of roses, I felt uneasy watching the father-son interaction, it was so cold and void.

"Fine, is that your wife?" He asked, his eyes moving to me, somehow-I didn't feel good when he watched, his eyes scanning my body.

I, for the first time, was thankful to Jungkook when he wrapped his arms around my shoulder, grinning at his father. "Yes, she is." His voice sounded sharp.