Club

"Come on Y/n, just one sip!" Yuna persuaded. "No I am not drinking." I said straightening my tiara with a smile. We were at a club. It was pretty cool. "Hey pretty lady," I heard a voice speak. He was really handsome. "Care for a dance, with yours truly." He showed himself off and flashed a handsome smile. He seemed older than me. His hair was fluffy and he was really tall. Wow. "No thanks," I replied. "Come on, don't you wanna have fun on your last night?" He smirked and adjusted my tiara a bit.
It won't hurt right? "Sure," I gave in. He held out his hand. I slipped my hand into his.

After a long time I got tired and my feet were killing me. "It sucks you're getting married, Id rail you so good." He laughed before drinking his alcohol. I scoffed, with a chuckle. He was so charming, and hot. "I'm Taehyung by the way." He introduced.

After a fun filled night we left for home. I couldn't help but wonder what Jungkook was doing....

Jungkook POV

"You like her bro!" Jimin nudged me. "Like her? you must be insane!" I scowled drinking my vodka at the bar. "It doesn't hurt to like someone you know?" Yoongi said. "Would you both just fuck off, I already said I don't like her!" I scolded. "Besides, she's always smiling and laughing, not my taste." I replied. "For now." Jimin said. I rolled my eyes. "Well you never smile, so maybe that's not such a bad thing." Yoongi added. "I'm just doing what my parents said to do." I looked at them. "See, you never do what your parents tell you to," Yoongi said. "Yeah why the change of heart hmm?" Jimin questioned. "Just fuck off." I scolded and they both laughed. I can't possibly like her. They must be crazy. She's just going to be an arranged wife. That's all. Besides. She won't be here for long anyways.

Y/n POV

Today was finally the day. The day my life was going to change forever. I was going to be married. I'd be a married woman. Oh god I think I need to sit down. "Y/n? Are you ok?" My mom asked while I sat on the couch shaking. "Mmhmm, just....scared." I fiddled with my fingers. She sat next to me. "Now what kind of mother I'd be if I didn't marry you off to someone great." She spoke. "He's a gray guy Y/n, you'll see." She assured.

'Great guy' ? He's always so serious. He never smiles. And he's always telling what to do. I sighed. "You'll learn to love him, and so will he to you." My mother said. Love? Psht. Never. He was just going to be my arranged husband. That's all. I had my hair and makeup done before I changed into my dress. It was a beautiful elegant gown. I loved it.

"Ok everything is set for your honeymoon." My sister chirped. "What? Honeymoon?" I questioned. "Duhhhh people who get married go on a honeymoon." She said. "But-" she cut me off. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. I'll pack your bags for you ok? Just like you did for mine?" She smiled. She was always so supportive. My heart was beating so fast. I really was going to do this? I was going to get married. To someone I don't love.