Married to Him ✒ bts jungkook

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"Next Sunday is your wedding, OK guys?"
"Ne eommanim" I said to mother in law.
The parents walked out and I leaned my head on jungkook oppa, i mean, why not make some skinship, right? I deeply sighed and he did too.
"Mian" he deeply said to me
"Its not your fault. Nothing wrong with you."
"Yes there is. I'm not good looking. Let alone a kingka. You will get a bad reputation."
"Haha aniyo. I'm sure you good looking. People just don't like your glasses. I do. But I probably can get you a makeover oppa."
"Jinjja? OK I guess I will take up on your offer."
"Pick me up at my house tomorrow at around ten,OK? "

Next day__ transformation!!

Jungkook was driving us towards the mall but his eyes were wandering to different places and slightly shaking.
"Oppa, whats wrong?" I asked placing my hand on his.
"I just have I head ache"
"I have painkillers, here"
I passed him the pill and my coffee. He surprisingly drank from my sraw, not caring whether it was mine or not. We have some how gotten closer last night by talking and crap. He pulled into a parking space and stepped out. In two seconds while I was struggling to unbuckle my seatbelt, he opened the door and leaned across smy chest, unbuckling it for me. I leaned back to make things easier for him. He pulled back and gave me a small peck on the cheek. I guess my face turned a shade of mid pink because he looked at me with a cute cheeky smile then laughed
"Kyeopta!! Aigoo my yeobo!"
"Ainggggg. Aish. Aigoooo my yeobo!" I said pinching his cheeks to annoy him.
"Let's go" oppa grasped my wrist lightly and helped me up and held my hand through out the store. It was early so not a lot of people were there, since there wasn't, it was faster and easier to do all of this.