Jungkook side with a pout of his lips as he was dragged from shop to shop to buy a new outfit for the upcoming dance. It has been roughly four weeks since he started dating Yugyeom. The dance was taking place only two days away on Friday night. Now he was living up to his 'promise' of going shopping with Mark for new clothes while Jackson and mark went to the arcade. Jungkook really wished that he was at the arcade right now.
"Mark, how long do we have to shop for? My feet hurt." Jungkook whined kicking his feet out to try and feel them again but Jungkook would be lying if he said that they worked.
"Wow, you should like shopping. I thought you were the girl in the relationship-"
"I'm not a girl Mark." Jungkook rolled his eyes at his friend. He found it degrading, like he was getting picked on all over again. "I don't have boobs or a vagina and I definitely don't go by a 'female'." Jungkook murmured. Just because he is viewed as more submissive than other men doesn't change him. Hell, he was even grouping all women onto the same bout, not all girls have to like shopping and be submissive after all. Jungkook thought that Mark was being rude to both parties.
Mark sighed, "someone is a bit grumpy."
"Listen, I just don't want to go through all of this right now, the only shopping I like is the food kind. I just want to go home." The brunet cried collapsing on a cushioned sofa he found sitting just outside the changing room of the shop they were currently in. It was the first time he sat down properly for about two hours.
"Jungkook! Be more lively! It's our school dance! You have to look sharp and sexy- and definitely someone that people would want to fuck." The latter chimed, making Jungkook blush at the thought.
"T-that's not what I really want... I kind of just wanted to have a few dances with my boyfriend then go out to eat dinner at a cheap convenient store and get food poisoning the next day." Jungkook shrugged. Is it sad that that was his second-biggest dream?
"Oh, KooKoo, so innocent." Mark awed, squishing the other's cheek like a child. "You're gonna be a total cock slut once you get your first taste." He whispered under his breath, just quiet enough so Jungkook couldn't hear him.
"What was that?" Jungkook queered, tilting his head and making the latter awe even more at his innocence.
"Nothing! Do you just wanna take a break from shopping then?" Mark asked and Jungkook was of course quick enough to nod his head, finally relieved that he will be getting a break.
"Just think about it Kookie, tomorrow night you're gonna look so freaking handsome- and you will be with your boyfriend! It's a dream come true, right?" Mark blabbered on but Jungkook wasn't exactly fond of the idea anymore. When he was younger, that was all he could think about, but now he feels like his dreams were crushed.
"Yeah... I guess... h-how long were you planning us on being here for?" Jungkook queered staring up at his friend, only to frown when he saw him shrug. It looked like he was going to be stuck here for a while.
"Cheer up, Koo, isn't this like your life long dream? Well, besides marriage." Mark murmured, nothing could top that dream and fantasy of his and he knows that well. He faintly remembers him mentioning it in the playgroup that they were in when young when asked what they wanted to do when they grow up.
"I want to get married and adopt a puppy and maybe have some kids too!"
"It is, but... I don't know, I guess that I pictured something different in my head... and someone different." Jungkook pouted, even after a month he is both stressed and upset that about the relationship he has with Yugyeom. He felt like he was hiding something as well which made him feel uneasy. He knows it's most likely nothing but after Taehyung he has been more on guard.
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Marriage Contract. -Vkook-
FanficEight year old Jungkook meets sixteen year old Taehyung at a day care center where he makes a contract with the older which states that once he hits the legal age of twenty, the two will get married. Nine years later, the contract long forgotten abo...