Arranged Marriage
Requested by: @MarkShiki
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Yoongi: You absolutely hated this whole arranged marriage, but your parents insisted that it was for the best. Yet, you were his complete opposite. He wanted to sleep all day, while you wanted to go out and see what the world had to give. You felt like you were never tired and you always wanted to be up doing something.

One day you two were sitting in the living room, he had fallen asleep on the couch next to you. His head thrown back and he looked uncomfortable. You think for a while. He's basically your husband, you should do nice things for him. You pull him down so that his head it on your lap. He instantly lays down and he relaxes on the couch.

You stare down at his sleeping face, you slowly move his hair out of his eyes. You slowly tilt your head and use your finger to smooth his eyebrows. Maybe it's not so bad if he at least lays on your lap. He turns and his face is against your thighs. Maybe it's not so bad of you kiss his head. You drop your head and kiss his forehead.

"Are you falling for me?" You hear him whisper. You freeze, he slowly opens his eyes. "Is that a yes?" He laughs. You push his face, "No." you lie. He smiles and picks up his head surprising you as his lips touch yours. Your hands softly hold his face. Maybe it's not so bad if you kiss him.

Seokjin: "Come help me with dinner." Seokjin calls you. You whine. "I'll burn the food again." He laughs. "Look, I'll teach you. No wife of mine will be bad at cooking." He says, you two only got married three weeks ago. You two have gotten along well, basically best friends. That's how love can grow, right?

You slump over to him, he laughs and pulls your hand. He wraps an arm around your waist and hands you the spatula, he keeps his hand on yours. "Just like this." He whispers in your ear. Your stomach turns to his voice. "Just like this." You tell him, moving his hand up your torso before his fingers can touch your breast you move his hand back down.

You're surprised when he turns off the stove and pulls you against him. "Don't tease now." You smile and push him away. "Call me when dinner is finished." You say walking over to the kitchen and leave him to make the food.

Jungkook: "Nah nah, I will win this time." He says. He was absolutely breaking a sweat, usually no body beats him at so many things that he's usually good at. Has he met his match? And his parents happened to arrange them together?

"Suuure Jungkook, I've beat you in everything so far." Jungkook shakes his head. "No, I'm going to win this time." He says. You laugh. "What do you want to do then?" You ask. "Rock paper scissors." He says. "Oh, come on Jungkook." You say. "Just do it!" He yells. You raise an eyebrow at him and he smiles. "Let's play, pleeeease." He whines. "Fine fine." You roll your eyes.

He gets in a stance ready to Rock, Paper, Scissors your ass. "You're so intense." You laugh. "Shh shh, let's do this." He says. You stand normally and he says the count down. You throw a random signal and still end up beating him. He shakes his head furiously, then he recounts and you do another hand shape. You beat him again. "No!" He scratches his head.

"I'm not even trying, maybe you're trying too hard to beat me." You say. He stares at you with a straight face. "You're perfect." He whispers. "Huh?" You ask. "I said you're perfect." He says louder. Your face turns pink. He takes a step towards you, "Your hair." He moves your hair behind your ear. "Your eyes." He slowly tilts his head and his eyes drop to your lips.

"Your nose." He lightly squeezes your nose. His thumb falls off the tip of your nose and lightly touches your lips. You look him in the eyes, they slowly close. You lean forward and press your lips against his. He grins and you lean away for a second, "I win." You whisper. He shakes his head chuckling before pressing his lips against yours.

Namjoon: "You don't listen to rap songs?" He asks. Your eyebrows knit and you shake your head. "Ah!!! Out of all girls my parents pick, they pick a girl who doesn't listen to rap." He whines. "Why does that matter?" You asks. "Because it does." He says, not making a valid point. "Just because you say that it does, means nothing."

You clean the table before cleaning the counter. "What's up with you cleaning all the time? Can't you take a break and do something else? All those chemicals aren't good for your skin." He says taking the cloth away from your hand. You take out another cloth and continue cleaning. "Y/n!!!" He laughs as he takes it away from you.

"What? I like things clean, what's the problem? Just because you like to be messy, doesn't mean I have to be." He looks at you with a straight face. "Can't you do something other than clean? The smell is burning my brain." He explains as he grips his hair. "Fine, since you don't like a clean house." You roll your eyes and walk pass him into the room.

You lay on your perfectly made bed and grab the book you've almost finished reading. He peeks his head into your room. "Woh, you're reading that book?" He asks walking into the room. You look at him annoyed. "I have the book open, don't I?" You ask. "Awe, don't be like that. I like that book." You look at him surprised.

"You do?" You ask a bit excited. He smiles and nods as he sits at the side of the bed. "I love the part where-", "Chu chu chu!! I don't know if I've read that part yet. I hate spoilers." You whine, he grins and looks at your page. "Can I listen to you read?" He asks. You stare at him in disbelief. "You wouldn't rather listen to rap music?" You ask. He shakes his head, "This is a great story." He explains. And he's right.

"Sure." You finally say. He surprises you when he lays his head on your lap. You stare at him a bit surprised. "I'm ready." He says making you chuckle, you look at the page and slowly start to read. His eyes never leaving you.

Taehyung: "Y/n." He says. You raise an eyebrow. "We can't go shopping today." He says. "Yes we are." You tell him. "Y/n, we-", "You're taking me shopping." Taehyung wasn't going to lie to himself, the fact that you were pushy with him and you knew what you wanted made him like you a whole lot more. If you were to slap him, in the instant he'd fall to his knees and kiss your feet.

"Okay." He tries not to smile. You grab his shirt and he grips your wrist. "What are you gonna do to me?" He asks. You don't answer, you don't know why your gripping his shirt. He uses his other hand to pull the back of your head pressing his lips against yours. You weren't going to lie to yourself, it was hot. But so he doesn't think he's won, you push him away and let your hand fly across his cheek.

"Take me shopping bitch." You say turning and throwing your hand over your mouth trying not to laugh. Taehyung watches you walk out of the house, a huge smile grows on his face. "This girl is going to make me fall so hard for her." He tells himself before grabbing his car keys and wallet.

Hoseok: You sit waiting for his dance practice to end, since you're his wife now you basically have to go where ever he says. And he's made you come to his practice, which has left you unbelievably bored. You hated dance, it was so boring and you didn't see the point of it, or why Hoseok liked it so much.

People leave and he stays there dancing in front of the mirror. You get up off against the wall and walk over to him. "Can we go now?" You ask. He looks at you. "Dance with me, this song is fun." He says. You cross your arms, "No, I want to leave." He stares at you. "Just try." He grins, ignoring the fact that you're being very rude.

He grabs you hands softly and moves you to the music, the fact was that you had two left feet. That's why you hated dance. "Come on, get into the music." He smiles. "Musicality, find the beats." He whispers. You feel your chest lift into a, pop, in the music. "That's it." He says in a happy tone.

"No, no. It doesn't work." You yank your hands away and walk over to turn off the music. "I said I want to go home." You say. "Okay." He finally agrees and grabs his bag. You both head home, and it's quiet. You couldn't find yourself to tell him that you couldn't dance, you were sure that he knew that already. When you two get home he grabs your hand, stopping you from walking into another room away from him.

You stand there not looking at him. "Y/n." He calls you. He slowly comes up to you. "It's okay if you can't dance, I'm not judging you." His voice is in your ear. You bite your lip, he kisses your cheek making you feel a little better. "Why don't we do something?" He asks. You turn to him, you grip his hand and pull him to sit on the couch.

He smiles, "I'll beat you this time." You shake your head. "Nope." You say turning on the game console and handing him a controller.

Jimin: "God, you're so annoying!" He yells. "That's cool." You say simply. "Oh what? You're just accepting it?" You shrug as you walk into the kitchen, he follows you. "Answer meee." You look at him. "Gosh you're such a baby." You spit. "Me? A baby? Ha!" He rolls his eyes and walks over to the counter.

"See, you're so immature." You say. "That's cool." He says what you said before. "You're just jealous of me." He rolls his eyes. "Why would I be jealous of yoooou?" He asks. You toss something at him and he luckily catches it. "I've got Jams." You laugh. "Oh haha you're so funny." He rolls his eyes. You laugh. "I got a lot of jam, you want some? I'm sure that I have some to spare." You can't stop laughing.

"Ugh. Namjoon Hyung is such a bad influence on you." He rolls his eyes.

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