Devil Contract ✓

59

❝Not Honest Enough❞
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I FELT MY BREATH GET stuck in my throat, I took a deep breath to calm my throbbing heart. Jungkook looked down at me, eyebrows knitted, I smiled at him, nodding my head in an assuring manner and grabbed his hand. He smiled back.

This was a similar feeling to when I first came to the press conference, heating, scared, pressurized. All the feelings became a throbbing heart at last. I took a deep breath, knowing that behind these doors, there are hundreds of reporters, waiting for nothing but a stupid speech.

"Ready?" He whispered, I nodded. I tried my hardest to smile when the doors opened, lights blinding my sight. I looked straight up front, at the stage, at Jungkook's father and discouraging mother waiting for me. It took me everything to not roll my eyes at Jungkook's step brother.

What's even the point of his existence when all he does is annoy others?

I snapped out of my thoughts when questions were randomly thrown at me, my mind turning blank when Jungkook started leaving my hand. "Go, you can do it." He whispered in my ear, pushing me forward lightly.

I gulped, walking up to the stage. I looked around at the people, businessmen, their wives, children, and these reporters. So many eyes on me, I could feel my legs shaking behind that dress.

I looked at my hands when they held the sheet of paper, they were shaking too, I was scared to death. I looked back at Jungkook, he crosses his arms over his chest, smiling at me, I blinked when he nodded.

"We are here for the new product launch and he great success of my husband, Jeon Jungkook." I started, and slowly, my fear decreased, I started feeling calm.

"Is the good and bad, we've been together, all I can say is I'm proud of him, and with the company in hands, he's managing a really big responsibility along being in a relationship. It's amazing how he can stay so calm along with things. I think we've cone a long way with our love, friendship, and trust. A relationship is nothing without trust, and that's where we're right, we trust each other, up until now, we've been through a lot of troubles, but that only made our bond stronger."

I smiled, the words weren't actually that cliché that they sounded in my room, as if I was saying it all right to Jungkook, I almost felt that honesty in my own voice. I did trust him, enough to not hurt me, but he already did. A second thought suddenly came in, a weird feeling stumbling into my heart, as if I'm actually stuck in nothing but a constant loop of regretting, loving, trusting and getting hurt. But no more. This time, I have this strong bond of love, it's not going to break.

"I can say with believe that I'm happy for his success and am really grateful that I married such an amazing man. I hope that he continues to have amazing success in life, lastly, thank you for everything, Jungkook. I..love you."

That's it. The problem. My 'I love you' never sounds honest, as if it's just a formality, there's poison in it, nothing really amazing about it to heal his heart, shine his eyes and his smile to reach his eyes, my 'I love you' doesn't do that, I do.

Why is it this way Jungkook? Why can't we love like a normal couple, why do we have to be so complicated. I don't want to be entertaining anymore, I just want to be with him. But why does my love words not sound honest? What am I missing?

Do I even..love him?

It's all confusing. I flinched when his mother walked up to him, pulling me back harshly and speaking into the mic. "Now, everyone can enjoy the party. Thank you for your time." She said with a tight lipped smile. Everyone clapped, slowly starting to leave the hall.

"Stop dreaming." She rolled her eyes, I pushed her hands off of me, turning around as I walked down. "You didn't have to be rude." Jungkook rolled his eyes at his mother, "I'm being honest. She's being a b*tch." I glared at her.

"Oh come on. Don't fight atleast today." His father said, smiling at Jungkook. "Let's just enjoy our son's success." He said, lightly pushing Jungkook's brother out of the way and walking up to him.

"Let's go." I grabbed Jungkook's hand, glaring at his father and pulled him out of the hall.

These fake family members can go to hell.