Bad At Love . KTH [Completed]

VIII

Taehyung's POV 

It had been a long time since I've felt this, this feeling of pure joy. I was laying in my bed, after sending an elated Seoyoung off to sleep, feeling light. My heart beat at a normal pace, but my chest felt so light, like I could float. I couldn't sleep, finally excited for something in a long time. I can't wait to get married. 

Seoyoun's POV 

I woke up by a light knock on the door. Truth be told, I had the best sleep last night in years, even though my fate awaits me in a few hours, but it didn't feel so bad anymore. 

Tiredly, I answered, "Come in." The door opened a crack as I could make out dark brown hair. 

"Hey, it's time to get up." It was Jungkook. 

"Mmm, did you dye your hair?" I mumbled sleepily. He smiled and walked over to me who was bundled in blankets. 

"I did, do you like it?" I forced my eyes open and reached out a hand to touch his fluffy hair. 

"Mmm, it's nice." Seeing that I wasn't moving, Jungkook kneeled at the edge of the bed and started prodding me. 

"You gotta get up, Seoyoung. It's the big day!" He said excitedly, as if I wanted to do this. 

"Ugh, I should have requested a later time," I grumbled, placing my blanket over my head in an attempt to block out Jungkook's voice. 

"Yah, if you don't get up now, I'm gonna call Taehyung down here. You have no idea what he'll do if you-"

"Alright alright!" I say quickly, sitting up and whacking him on the head with my pillow. "Don't threaten me with Taehyung," I whine. 

Jungkook fixes his hair, saying, "Tae's not even that bad. I don't understand how you haven't noticed." I have you idiot, I just don't want to admit that I actually think he's a decent human being. 

"Whatever. Where do you want me?" I asked, stretching and yawning. Jungkook tsked then ripped the covers off, leaving me shivering in my shorts and t-shirt. 

"Just go freshen up and come to the dining room. We'll go from there," then, he left. Heaving a deep sigh, I forced myself out of bed then headed to the bathroom. 

Dressed and somewhat presentable (which means a shower and clothes) I head down the halls to the dining room. (The splendour I still haven't gotten used to) Taking a seat in the chair I normally sit in, I noticed that Taehyung's seat remained empty. Instead, Jungkook emerged from the kitchen with two plates of delicious potatoes, french toast, scrambled eggs and sausage. The chef (who's name I found was Peter) rolled out with a cart of different juices, wine, milk and bowls of different fruits. (Blackberries, blueberries, sliced apples and oranges) Not your typical Korean breakfast, but I knew Taehyung had found my liking for western food and was quick to change the menu. Jungkook set the plate down in front of me, then took the adjacent seat. 

"Where's Tae?" I asked. Jungkook smirked. 

"Tae?" My cheeks flushed when I realized I caught the nickname that everyone else calls him. 

"W-where is he?" 

Jungkook takes a bite of his french toast (his plate, I noticed much fuller than mine) before answering, "At the venue, sorting some last-minute stuff out. You got your ring?" I nodded, showing him the engagement ring I've grown liking to wear. "Good, cause the wedding ring connects to that one. You may want to move it to your ring finger now." Taking the extravagant rock, I moved it to my ring finger. We continued to eat, me watching in awe at how much Jungkook was able to fit into his stomach. 

"How old are you?" I suddenly asked. Jungkook pauses then smiles, washing his food down with some banana milk. 

"I'm twenty-two," he answered. My jaw dropped. 

"Wha- How old is Tae... hyung?" He scoffs again. 

"Older than he looks." I fake a gasp. 

"I'm not marrying a pedophile who's secretly sixty, am I?" Jungkook laughs and shakes his head. 

"He was seventeen when I was fifteen. Do the math." I scoff and roll my eyes, doing the math. 

"No way! He's only twenty-four?!" I pause, thinking. "Hold on," I gasp and let out a laugh. "That means I'm older than you!" 

After much bantering between Jungkook and I, we finally finished our breakfast. He then told me to grab whatever I'd want for the day and meet him outside at the gate, exiting the gardens. Not questioning it, I do as he says, grabbing my phone, portable charger, perfume and stuffed them all into a small crossbody bag. I then took the elevator down to the main level, finding my way to the said gate. I stood there, waiting, but no one came to see me. I was just about to call Jungkook when I heard the screeching of tires. Before I knew it, a bright red Ferrari had come to a skidding halt in front of me. Jungkook rolls down the window. 

"Sorry about that Seoyoung-ah. I've never driven one of these before. I think Jimin hyung took the Mercedes I usually drive. Hop in!" Yes, I had lost the whole 'I'm older fight' when I tried to get Jungkook to call me noona. I cross my arms and gestured to the high-security gate. "Oh right!" He quickly jogs to the gate, taps his watch and swung it open. "After you, Mrs. Kim." I shot him a dirty look then got into the car. 

"So, where exactly is this venue?" Jungkook grins. 

"He didn't tell you? He rented a castle." 

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