PRIVATE // 12
You crash Jennieβs wedding rehearsal.
Word Count: 6k
Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie
Genre: Angst
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A/N: Sorry this update took so long! I already have the rest of the story outlined so the next part should be out soon. Please pray for me as I write part 13βs smut. It is inciting an unprecedented level of gay panic
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At first, you were in disbelief, asking them to go over it again and hoping it made more sense the second time around. Yoongi sighed and put his fork down, explaining the plan again but this time using his hands to make the explanation more visual for you. You fought the urge to roll your eyes.
The four of you were at Jisooβs apartment helping yourselves to a lavish assortment of breakfast dishes she had no hand in making. Her apartment was grand, like Jennieβs, but decorated much differently. Jisooβs place had a more clinical feel to it, an environment so sterile that an unfortunate doctor might not hesitate to do surgery in. It had made you uncomfortable the second you stepped in.
You pushed your food around your plate, taking a moment to process everything. When you had woken up this morning, your only thoughts were of Jungkook and how warm the bed was, finally being able to relax and feel as if everything might be okay after all. A few hours later and your hard work was all undone. You were thinking about Jennie again, or rather stressing over her again.
Her wedding was in less than 2 weeks. Youβd all have to leave as soon as possible in hopes of getting some alone time to be able to talk and say everything that needed to be said, thatβs even if she was willing to listen. Memories from the day she left echoed in your mind, her determination to break up with you protesting your aspirations. She was gone because she wanted to be. You wouldnβt be going there to rescue her, youβd be going there to mess with her plans. Was it possible to change her mind and make her want to come back after all this time?
During these past few months youβd already thought of everything you ever wanted to say to her, everything you shouldβve said even before the day she left. You were hesitant about being on board with the plan, but you had to admit that you two needed a proper ending, if you two were truly going to move on with your lives. You didnβt want to spend the rest of your life wondering what if. You owed it to everyone to go to Korea and lay everything out on the table before burying your romance with Jennie for good.
You sighed, finally looking up from your plate. βOkay. Fineβ¦when do we leave?β You looked at everyone around the table. Jungkook placed his hand on your thigh and gave it a squeeze to show he was there for you, knowing this wouldnβt be easy at all. Heβd had a front row seat to the aftermath of your breakup with Jennie, so he of all people knew what going to Korea could entail.
βIn a few days. I managed to work it out with my coach and Raphael, so we only have a short amount of time to pull this off.β
Your hand paused as you were about to spoon some oatmeal into your mouth, βSince when do you talk to Raphael?β
βSince I stopped by the shop one day to see if you were at work. We got to talking. He loves me.β Jungkook beams you his famous crooked smile and you couldnβt help but smile in return but not without rolling your eyes. The image of grumpy old Raphael smitten by Jeon Jungkook was a funny mental image. But you couldnβt imagine people not taking an instant liking to Jungkook, he had a special way of quickly becoming oneβs favorite person. Well, except for Jennie of course. She was always the exception.
The rest of the meal was spent hammering out the details of your trip. Youβd be staying at Yoongiβs parentsβ house with Jungkook, and youβd be crashing the wedding rehearsals in hopes of getting a moment alone with the bride-to-be.
You werenβt exactly sure what the plan was after you saw her. You knew your friends couldnβt help you there, so you were nervous about facing her alone after all this time. With the distance she had put in between you two, not just physically but also emotionally, was there even anything left to say that would make a difference?
You supposed the most important part of the trip was to get closure for you both, to not leave anything left unsaid so that she knew she had a choice apart from walking down the aisle. You silently worked hard to extinguish any flame of hope inside of you that suggested she might come back home with you.
You stared at your engagement ring that was catching the light in the room and reflecting it dazzlingly so, turning it around and around on your finger as you thought about your own impending wedding.
If Jungkook hadnβt proposed, would Jennie still be here? Or would she have left eventually? Her words rang clear as a bell in your head: I canβt stay here and play girlfriend forever.
You sighed as you looked up from your hand just in time to catch Jisooβs fleeting gaze. She had been staring at your engagement ring before you caught her. Instead of saying whatever was clearly on her mind, she turned away and decided to take her plate to the kitchen. You quirked your brow, finding it odd of her not to have anything to say for once, so you took this opportunity to follow her under the pretense of washing your own plate while Jungkook and Yoongi were busy talking.
Her back was turned to you in front of the running faucet. You joined her by the counter, making it obvious that you wanted to talk.
Clearing your throat, βI know Jungkook told you about our engagement. He tells you everything. Honestly, I was prepared to bring pepper spray to work afterward in case you showed up there again.β You didnβt expect her to laugh at your joke, a scoff maybe, but total silence was eerie coming from her. βDid youβ¦tell his parents?β
She shook her head, taking your plate out of your hands and running it under the water. Your eyebrows shot up. Briefly, an image of Jungkook lecturing Jisoo about not being problematic ran through your mind. That seemed too good to be true, however. Something was wrong.
βWhat, thatβs it? No snarky remark? No speech about us making a mistake? The last time we spoke you were trying to convince me to leave him and now weβre engaged, figured youβd want to stab me with your heel first chance you get.β When she didnβt respond, you shut off the faucet so she couldnβt pretend to ignore you anymore.
The slight girl sighed and finally turned towards you. βFine. You want to talk? Letβs talk. Of course I think youβre making a huge mistake. Anyone who would tell you this is at all normal would be flat out lying. But I donβt know why you need me to tell this to you because you know itβs true already. You both do. Iβm only playing along with this βhappily engagedβ charade because Jungkook is going to need someone there for him once this all blows up in his face. But who will be there for you?β
You stared at Jisoo long after she stopped talking, even as she dried her hands and walked back into the dining room. You were already conditioned to not harp on whatever hurtful things she had to say about you and your relationship with Jungkook, but one thing you noticed that she never did was lie. She may be overly opinionated, but never intentionally deceitful that you knew of. So when she went out of her way to keep quiet about your engagement, a small seed of suspicion grew inside you. You had a feeling something was up, and after listening to what Jisoo had to say, it only made your fears grow. You both do.
Had Jungkook confided in her that he was having cold feet?
You scoffed and leaned back into the counter, looking down at your knees as you tried to think back to any moment where Jungkook mightβve seemed off. If you were being truthful with yourself, you werenβt sure you could be the best judge of that seeing as how you were only just now starting to be present again and not wasting your days away in bed.
You gnawed on your bottom lip trying not to get worried over nothing. This was Jisoo, after all. Anytime you and Jungkook were on bad terms, most of the time it was because of her. She was always in the way, stirring up drama. Maybe it was time for you to stop giving it the time of day. You looked at the back of Jungkookβs head, wondering if his feelings for you had changed at all once summer ended.
The next few days were a blur as you all prepared for your trip oversees. You turned your apartment upside-down trying to find your passport, and when you finally did, you were so glad it was still current.
You hadnβt left the country before, so you had no idea what to pack and what to leave behind. When Jungkook peaked at your luggage the night before leaving he couldnβt help but chuckle, seeing you pack 8 different pairs of pajamas and only one pair of jeans. When he asked you where your outlet converter was you almost threw yourself onto the bed and had a meltdown, only making the boy laugh harder.
And now that the day of your fight had finally arrived, you were nervous the instant you had gotten into your seat. This was all suddenly becoming much more real to you. You were several steps closer to seeing Jennie again, and the mere thought of meeting again had your heart racing and palms sweating. You were definitely on edge to say the least, which is why you really couldnβt entertain Jungkookβs jokes as the flight prepared to take off. You suspected he mightβve been trying to lighten the mood, seeing as how you were gripping the arm rests for dear life, but you couldnβt focus on him, not when you were on a flying death trap hurling you all 7,000 miles away from home and toward the woman that broke your heart.
After a short while, you felt the plane stop shaking. Everyone let out a collective breath before hushed conversations sprouted across the compact area. You felt Jungkookβs thumb rub circles into the back of your hand which also helped to soothe your nerves. You looked over at him and smiled. His eyes were large and curious, probably realizing heβd never seen you this nervous before.
βSorry,β You smiled at him sheepishly, βIβve never flown before soβ¦β Jungkookβs eyes widened with realization.
βAw donβt worry. If we die, at least weβll have died together.β You quirked your brow at him in a way that said not helping. He smirked and leaned his head back against his seat, his curly hair falling along his forehead and his earing swaying back and forth. His eyes became half lidded as they drank in the features of your face for the millionth time. When he spoke, it was just soft enough for you to hear and no one else. βYou know what neither of us have yet to do then?β
βDie in a plane crash?β You remarked dryly which made the boyβs smile turn crooked.
βOther than that.β
You hummed in thought, already having an inkling as to wear this conversation was going with the way Jungkook was watching your lips instead of your eyes. You leaned your head back against the seat and waited for him to tell you what he was thinking.
βYou see, thereβs this club. A very exclusive club.β Jungkook pretended to look around to make sure no one was listening in on this top-secret conversation which made you giggle uncontrollably. He was so good at making you forget where you were.
βAh, I see. And uh, how did you hear about this exclusive club if itβs such a secret?β You challenged him, though your eyes were alight with humor.
βWell, I have connections. The point is,β He leaned in and wiggled his eyebrows, βI think you and I should join this club.β You rolled your eyes and shoved him a bit, unable to bite back your giggle at his theatrics. He smiled and tugged on one of your loose curls, letting it spring back to your face playfully.
βYou wouldnβt be referring to,β You looked over your shoulder quickly before turning back to the boy whose eyes were now crescent moons with how wide his smile had become, βthe mile high club??β
Jungkook shushed you dramatically. βSo, youβve heard of it?β
βIβm very well connected too you know.β
Jungkook hummed, most of the humor leaving his features, βI could think of a way for us to connect right now.β
βJungkook!β You slapped a hand against his chest and laughed. God he was so cute even when he was being a pervert. You loved him so much.
Jungkook caught your hand on his chest with his and laced his fingers through yours, playing around with it as you contemplated what he was asking of you. You thought about how to go about it. It was already nightfall, so most people would be asleep in under an hour. You could tip toe into the bathroom at the end of the aisle and have him meet you in there. It looked like a tiny space, but you could make it work. Heaven only knows youβve fucked Jungkook in worse places.
You bit your lip at the idea, your eyes raking over his body. Itβd been a long while since you two had made love. He had probably been trying to be sensitive and give you the time you needed to grieve your relationship with Jennie, which you greatly appreciated, especially since it seemed he was dying to fuck you with the way his eyes were already undressing you. The fact that his jeans were already straining with your playful banter was proof of your theory.
Maybe it was time to show him how much you missed him and were craving his touch, but something gnawed at the back of your mind, clawing its way to the forefront of your thoughts until it had you hesitating to get up from your seat. Jungkook noticed your change in mood and a quirked a brow at you. After thinking for a moment, you slipped your hand out of his grasp and placed your palms on your lap, playing with your fingers nervously.
βJungkookβ¦did youβ¦tell Jisoo you were having second thoughts about us?β With your eyes still trained down at your lap, you waited to hear his response, and when he stayed quiet, the feeling of dread inside you finished prying its way out and filled your entire body with a weight almost too much to bear. You looked over at Jungkook who had turned his head toward the ceiling and away from you. His expression was unreadable, so you waited for him to either blow up or fess up. After a moment, he sighed, turning to look at you with worried eyes as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
βWhat exactly did she say to you?β
βI knew it.β You crossed your arms and shook your head, turning away from him in disbelief.
He sucked his teeth and ran a hand through his locks in exasperation. βWhy do you always do this!? Why do you let her get inside your head and cause problems between us?β
Your eyebrows knitted as your head snapped in his direction. βThis isnβt about her!β
βThen what is this about?β
βThis is about me and you! About you feeling the need to confide in her that you have doubts without even talking to me!β
βHow could I talk to you?! You wouldnβt talk to anyone for months!β Jungkook sat back in his chair, pure frustration painted on his angelic features.
βThatβs no excuse for me to have to hear about that from your cousin!β
Jungkook groaned, shutting his eyes for a moment. Your conversation had gotten louder, already attracting the attention of people surrounding you.
βI was scared, okay?? You were so depressed, and I had no idea what to do! I couldnβt help thinking that this wasnβt how it was supposed to be right after I proposedβ¦β Jungkook softened his tone when he turned back to you. βBut, I mean, things are better now, or at least theyβre getting there. Can we please not fight??β
Jungkook tried taking hold of your hand again but you jerked away from his touch. βI told you marriage is a huge commitment that you couldnβt possibly be serious about, but I believed you when you said you knew that. And now at the first sign of trouble, you run to tell someone who hates me that youβre regretting this whole thing!?β
βI never saidββ You get up hastily before Jungkook could finish his sentence. The boy threw his head back onto the seat and groaned with his eyes crinkled shut as you made your way down the aisle toward Yoongi. Your best friend had gotten a seat just a few rows behind yours and when he saw you standing next to him he ripped his headphones out of his ears, noticing the upset look on your face.
βCan we switch seats? Please?β Your voice broke when you begged him to get up. Although he wondered what the hell couldβve transpired in the first hour of this long flight back home, he knew better than to stay and ask questions.
Yoongi nodded and gathered his things, getting up so you can sit next to a man who was already lightly snoring. He shuffled up the aisle, throwing a worried glance at you over his shoulder before he found your empty seat next to Jungkook.
You prayed for sleep to find you quickly so you wouldnβt have to wallow in self-pity the entire flight. Luckily you managed to sleep until the flight attendant nudged your shoulder hours later to tell you youβd be landing soon. You were groggy for the rest of your trip which comprised of a bus and then a taxi until the three of you finally got to Yoongiβs parentsβ home. Jisoo had ridden first class and secured her own way home, much to your relief. You were too tired to argue.
Yoongiβs house was homey. It was late when you all arrived, so his family wasnβt up to greet you all. Yoongi set up a cot next to his bed in his room for you and Jungkook to sleep on, and as soon as he left you two alone to go shower, you felt a cloud of unease settle over you and Jungkook. Neither wanted to speak, so you settled on unpacking silently and claiming your respective sides of the bed. You instantly regretted sleeping through the entire flight because now you were wide awake and there were still many hours of sundown left.
So as soon as Yoongi came back into the room, toweling his wet hair as his flip flops slapped against the hardwood floor, you got up quickly and rushed into the shower in the hopes that everyone would be asleep by the time you got out so you wouldnβt have to deal with the awkward silence for much longer. Luckily thatβs exactly what happened, but it wasnβt much of a relief as you laid there for hours in the crushing silence. You hadnβt felt so alone in such a long time. Even when Jennie had deserted you, at least Jungkook had been there the whole time. Now you were on bad terms with them both, in a foreign country preparing to lay your heart on your sleeve in just a few hours.
The next day, as the afternoon sun hung at the center of the sky, you all climbed into a car and drove to Jennieβs wedding venue. The trip was long since she was having the wedding in the countryside, far from Seoulβs cityscape. The farther you all drove out, the more you began to see large expanses of uninterrupted land with the greenest grass youβd seen in forever.
You tried to remain calm and not think too much about what youβd say to Jennie when you finally saw her, hoping the perfect words would come to you when you needed them most.
As soon as the car turned down a dirt path after what felt like hours, you were able to spot a large chateau surrounded by all kinds of shrubbery that could only be seen otherwise in a Disney film. The view was magnificent, and you instantly knew it was up to Jennieβs standards. You smiled, picturing her bossing around the staff inside. And no sooner than youβd had that thought you were proven right. The second you all stepped onto the grounds, it was as if you were totally unseen with the way everyone bustled around you all trying to get everything done before the big day.
You all split up as soon as you realized just how massive the venue was, in hopes of finding Jennie quickly. The only person who had been invited was Yoongi, after all, so your mere presence would cause a scene, especially after the way you crashed the proposal dinner.
You took your time walking towards the back of the establishment, appreciating the way the sun shone on the endless fields of flowers and vegetation splayed as far as the eye could see. A few people in uniforms hauled different pieces of expensive furniture past you, and you suspected that if you followed wherever they were coming from, youβd likely find a petite brunette dishing out orders.
As you turned the corner to the back area where the reception would undoubtedly take place, your breath hitched in your throat. You laid your eyes on the most elegantly decorated field youβd ever seen. Jennieβs favorite flowers adorned every inch of the garden surrounding the venue, even invading the inside of the open atrium facing the garden. You smiled to yourself, remembering how she once gushed over Hyacinths because they were not only beautiful but also represented her birth month. Lucky for her, they made the perfect wedding bouquet flowers at well. You walked up to a table and picked a single flower from the arrangement, rolling it around in between your fingers then tucking it into your curly hair.
You turned on your heel and headed into the large open floor plan where the ceremony might take place. Several more people shuffled past you looking too busy to point you in the direction of the bride-to-be, but once they cleared your field of view, that was no longer necessary. Your eyes instantly landed on the girl who was standing at the end of the aisle speaking to a guy holding a clipboard.
Her hair was cut into a short blunt bob that hovered at the middle of her neck, and she was dressed impeccably in a tweed Chanel two piece. Your lips parted as you took a moment to drink her in. She seemed entirely different than the Jennie you had shared an apartment with not long ago, a duplicate vision of her mother before you, yet as you stared on you were sure she was the same woman you loved.
You stopped walking, stopped breathing, only able to stare. Your mind went blank of all the things you wanted to say. Youβd have been content to stand there and watch her carry on with her tasks all day if it werenβt for the large flower arrangement crashing into your side. One of the staff members bumped into you while carrying a large vase that blocked their vision, sending you both along with the Hyacinths tumbling onto the marvel flooring. You squeezed your eyes shut and rotated your shoulder to make sure you werenβt hurt too badly then accepted the hand that was extended to you from the very apologetic staff member. Suddenly it dawned on you that the vase hitting the floor made a loud crash, so your head snapped in the direction of Jennie and surely enough, your eyes met for the first time in months.
You stood up as the staff member scrambled to gather the flowers from the floor and hurry off into the garden. Your mouth gaped and your fingers twitched at your sides. You werenβt sure whether to wave or yell a greeting, your heart beat steadily rising in your chest.
Jennieβs stare was cold and vacant, piercing through you as if you were a ghost. It seemed as though your spectacle was a nuisance seeing as how she couldnβt be bothered with any distractions. She turned away all too soon to finish briefing the man who had also been staring, though her eyes lingered on you for a beat longer.
Your scalp prickled and your breath accelerated, feeling more disconnected to her than ever before. Was this all youβd get? You didnβt want to squander the opportunity to talk to her again, but as soon as you took a step in her direction she walked out of the atrium through a set of double doors, her heels clicking against the marble and echoing through the large empty space.
Once the doors swung closed behind her, it felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you. She saw you came and didnβt care enough to greet you. Things were really over between you two. I shouldnβt have come.
You turned on your heel to sprint out of the grand space, wanting to be anywhere but there.
Yoongi whistled throughout the corridors, stopping to look at obscure paintings on the walls every once in a while, before continuing on his search for Jennie. His stomach rumbled fiercely as he checked what felt to be an endless number of hallways before deciding to take a break and get some food. There had to be something to eat around here somewhere.
The boy stepped into the atrium and let out a long whistle as he took in the grand pillars and gold objects that adorned the hall. His eyes were drawn to the double doors, wondering if that might be where the kitchen was, so he set off to help himself to some food to reward his efforts thus far.
But as soon as he let himself into what was, in fact, the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks, immediately recognizing Jennie sitting by the heuer dβouvres with her cheeks crammed full. Yoongi failed to hold back his smirk at the sight of her stuffing her face, but he would most definitely hold back his comment about her looking like a chipmunk. He wasnβt in the mood to die on an empty stomach, so he took a seat next to the girl and began helping himself.
Jennie swallowed what was already in her mouth then proceeded to smack Yoongiβs hand away from the food.
βOuch! What was that for??β
βThese are for the guests!β
βWell Iβm invited arenβt I?β Jennie pursed her lips as he reached for another, groaning as her face fell into her hands.
βI take it youβre the reason sheβs here?β She spoke into her hands so her words sounded muffled, but luckily Yoongi was fluent in Jennie.
βYou didnβt speak to her?β
Jennie groaned again and placed her elbows on the table, her balled up fists bunching up her cheeks. βNo, we didnβt speak. I have nothing to say to her.β
βJennie donβt be like that. She came all this way, just hear her out.β Yoongi spoke softly as he eyed Jennie carefully.
The girl sat up straighter and crossed her legs, suddenly remembering who and where she was. βIβm not being any type of way. If she has something to say to me then sheβll say it. But I hope you two didnβt show up here expecting anything of me. Iβve moved on and so should she.β Determined to prove her point, she continued speaking and ignored Yoongiβs doubtful stare, βHowβs Jungkook doing, anyway? He must be so happy Iβm gone.β Jennie snorted towards the end of her sentence, but it ended in a squeak as Jungkook himself piped up from behind her.
βIβm not, actually.β The boy had walked in through the double doors and paused as he saw Yoongi and Jennie hovering over a large plate of appetizers. βI know, hard to believe.β Jungkook approached her side of the table warily as the girlβs eyebrows shot up at the sight of him.
βI see the whole posse decided to take a field trip.β Jennie spoke in a bored tone but refused to make eye contact with Jungkook.
βJennie, I know youβve always hated me, but please donβt hate y/n. Please, just find her and talk to her. She hasnβt been the same since you left. Iβ¦ we need you,β After a second, Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair in defeat, βI need you. Please.β
Jennie turned towards Jungkook, speechless that he would ever be so vulnerable around her let alone beg her for anything. She grew curious about what mightβve happened between you and Jungkook after she left, not having the slightest clue but figuring it couldnβt have been good. She looked in between Jungkook and Yoongi, taking a moment to let herself feel what she was truly feeling deep inside.
The truth was that when she saw you splayed across the marble flooring not long ago, her heart soared. She had refused to take her eyes off of you, wondering if the stress of planning a wedding was making her hallucinate. But when your eyes met, a spasm of fear shot through her. She had finally come back home and began getting her shit together to be the woman her family needed her to be, and the confusion your presence was causing her was too much to deal with in the moment. Never in a million years would she have thought to see you on this day, or ever again for that matter. She had convinced herself you were back in the states enjoying your engagement to fuck boy and living your happily ever after, so she had catapulted herself into her old life, determined to find her happily ever after too, even if it was a lackluster version compared to the one she had envisioned with you.
Your presence in this fragile world she had built in her glass house posed a threat, hell just seeing you for a few seconds had already caused her to bolt into the kitchen to stuff her face. She couldnβt allow herself to falter and feel the emotions she had buried down deep months ago. It was hard enough leaving you the day Jungkook had proposed to you and she wasnβt sure she could survive something like that once more.
Still, to hear Jungkook plead with her this way, sheβd be lying if she said she wasnβt moved. She so badly wanted to believe that after all this time she was strong enough to face you and hear what you had to say.
Jennie bit her lip and looked down at her knotted fingers. Eventually she sighed and nodded, getting up from the stool and smoothing her skirt before hesitantly exiting back through the double doors.
You were hunched over in between a couple of bushes with your head in between your knees taking deep breaths.
Breath in 4 seconds, hold it for 7 seconds, exhale for 8.
You did this for a while, feeling yourself begin to calm down. The image of Jennie staring through you played over and over again in your mind involuntarily.
Breath in 4 seconds, hold it forβ
You gasped lightly as a couple of crooked slender fingers tapped you on the shoulder.
βSorry, didnβt mean to startle youβ¦β The tall gentleman took in your ragged appearance and thought twice about his greeting. βAre.. you okay?β
You squinted, the sun beaming fiercely behind him as you tried to figure out who he could be. βYeah, Iβm fineβ¦sorry have we met before? You look strangely familiar.β
βI donβt believe we have.β The man smiled kindly and offered you his hand which you gladly took, pulling yourself up with it and brushing off any grass that might be sticking to your ass. βKim Seokjin, and you are?β
You shook his hand as he greeted you, your eyes still squinting as the memory of meeting him before crept closer into your consciousness. He was much taller than you and extremely handsome. You smiled back shyly, sliding your hand out of his grasp when you realized you were still shaking it. He chuckled, deciding you were slightly quirky.
βLeaving, actually.β
βItβs nice to meet you leaving actually.β
You groaned and scrunched your nose. βDad jokes? Seriously?β The man chuckled some more, not seeming to feel any bit of shame in his wholesome humor. βIf youβre the groom, Jennie must hate you already.β
The man laughed heartily. βYouβd be surprised actually, I have a way of winning people over.β He flashed you his million-dollar smile and you believed him at once.
βWell, you have your work cut out for you my friend.β You clapped a hand onto his shoulder while making eye contact to convey the gravity of your words.
He nodded appreciatively before replying, βWhat gave it away?β
βExcuse me?β
βHowβd you know I was the groom?β
βYouβre handsome as hell and your watch looks like it costs more than my entire wardrobe.β You deadpanned at him as if these things were common sense.
Seokjin smiled widely. Heβd feel bashful if he wasnβt so used to people saying that to him all the time. βI take it she has a type?β
You thought for a brief second, but ultimately knew that was untrue given she was into you of all people. βMm, not really. But her mother does.β
βSpeak of the devilβ¦β Seokjin mumbled as his eyes shifted past you.
You turned around to see what he was suddenly staring at, just in time to see Jennieβs mother walking towards you both. She was smiling brightly at her daughterβs fiancΓ©, a smile that quickly faded once her eyes landed on you.
βMrs. Kim, itβs been a while!β You blurted out your greeting, not knowing what else to do. Even after all this time she still made you nervous as all hell.
The older woman sneered at you. βNot long enough apparently.β She turned away from you to address the beau as if you were no longer there, βJin, come join us at the front, the sculptures just arrived!β
Seokjin smiled at you politely and bowed before walking away arm in arm with Jennieβs mother. You stared after them for a moment, squinting your eyes again as you observed the back of his head. Guy at the farmerβs market!...No, thatβs not it either. You kicked at a few pebbles under your feet before trudging back towards the atrium in deep thought.
You considered leaving and making it seem as though you were truly just an apparition, but the sight of someone coming into your peripheral interrupted the thought. Your head snapped in their direction and you instantly stopped in your tracks.
βJennieβ¦β
The girl regarded you warily from beside a pillar, offering you a tentative smile as she approached you slowly. Your mouth became dry and your hands grew clammy the closer she got, so you wiped them off on your clothes continuously. You were grateful when she finally spoke.
βCome on, I want to show you something.β