[ mentions of suicide and self harm below. read at your own risk ]
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𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕, 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎.
standing in front of the altar with the woman i still, seemed to be uninterested in, haneul's dressed in a wedding gown with her hair done neatly.
having said our fake wedding vows, the pastor then exclaimed for us to kiss, after exchanging our i do's. not interested in kissing a woman i didn't care for, i grasped onto haneul's jaw, and tilted her head at an impressively good angle.
placing my thumb over her lips, i kissed my thumb instead of placing my lips over hers, making it very believable that we were in love.
a few hours have finally passed while the party had begun. this entire wedding was a bore while haneul seemingly managed to pull off a bright smile, that's frustrating me, more and more. i despised this idea
of my friends and family, and especially, the public being deceived, thinking that we were really in love.
it was embarrassing and i always refused to be seen outside in public with her. haneul has disgraced me.
seated at the table with haneul by my side as music blasted throughout the entire ballroom, my aunties and uncles approach us one by one, gifting the both
of us congratulation cards.
"jungkook!" my auntie exclaimed, stepping toward haneul and i's direction excitedly with my uncle by her side following along.
i stood up from my seat, seeing haneul do the same through my peripheral vision. "congratulations! we are so proud of you." she frowned by overwhelming happiness within her, wiping away her fallen tears.
"we weren't aware of your beautiful haneul until we received the wedding invitation. i didn't even know you had a significant other," my uncle laughed, and haneul and i did so also, to keep this act convincing.
"well you know us, young love." i smiled, as he pats my shoulder in a comforting way.
"congratulations, son. my nephew is all grown up." my uncle adds, smiling, causing his slight wrinkles
to make show on his face. "ah yes, congratulations
to you as well, haneul." my auntie speaks, bringing haneul's hands into her own.
"you are such a beautiful lady." she compliments as
i glanced away rolling my eyes, annoyed — my aunt caught my attention by speaking up, "jungkook you better take great care of your wife. keep her healthy and safe." my aunt and uncle smiles before saying a few more statements, before bidding the both of us,
a goodbye.
𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑.
having moved in with haneul, only a couple weeks after our wedding, made everything feel so rushed.
i was incredibly uncomfortable and having to refer
her as my wife disgusts me. it only caused my hate towards haneul to grow, meaning i didn't treat her
the way she deserved to be.
constantly day by day haneul would always attempt
to get into my business or start a conversation, that was unnecessary of my time.
it annoyed me and all i wanted to do, was focus on what i have planned, with my own establishments. excitement riddled over me as i finally received my printed copy of my new nightclub.
a couple knocks were heard against my study room door, and without the allowance haneul opened the door and stepped into the room.
i slammed my pen against the desk eyes looking to haneuls' direction, seeing as that annoying woman was just standing by the doorway, without uttering
a single word. haneul's hair is a wreck and my eyes travel down to her physique, seeing blood trickling down her legs, while her dress was stained.
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