Bts // One Shots

Marriage - Namjoon

I laugh, amused at my Dad's mention of marriage. "Why are you laughing?" My Dad asks and I pause for a moment, a little confused by the serious tone in his voice.

"Because you wouldn't force me into an arranged marriage," I say almost sure that his suggestion of an arranged marriage was for our amusement rather than an actual idea. "You're just messing around... right?" I ask, my confidence now faltering.

"Agnes, you're eighteen now..." He starts but I stand up frowning.

"So?" I say, frightened of where this is going.

"And I know a lovely family with a boy the same age as you." My Dad says softly but my hands clench into fists.

"But I was planning on moving out soon anyway. If you want me out your hair then consider me gone but don't sell me off to a family!" I say furious.

"We aren't selling you! For goodness sake Agnes. It just builds a connection between our family's and promises that you will always have stable money." He says this like it's an obvious choice.

"I'm eighteen! This is supposed to be the start of my life, the start of me finding myself. I don't want to be some sad housewife to some guy I don't love. It's like you want me to end up sad!" I start to back out of the room. "I'm an adult, you can't force me to do this!" I say pointing at him.

"Agnes... we can't afford to support you. We haven't burdened you with the knowledge of our money struggles but this connection will be helping all of us." My Dad confesses. I look at him surprised.

"Then I will find a way to-" I start but stops me.

"There are things that you will have to do. As an adult, you will learn that quickly. This is one of those things. I'm sorry honey." He says sadly. I turn away from him and go to my room.

This is unbelievable. What if this guy is horrible!? I can't marry at my age! I had been waiting to meet the perfect person but now some stranger is being handed to me. 

I lay on my bed with my face in my pillow. I can't believe this is happening to me.

*Time Skip*

"Honey I know you don't want to meet this boy but we need to make a good impression. Please just try." My mother says patting down my dress.

A wedding dress.

The first day I meet the freaking guy is on our wedding day. 

I'd actually asked to meet him but, I'm guessing, they didn't want me to meet him and dislike him then push even more to not marry him.

I look in the long mirror that is leaning against the wall. I have my makeup and hair done but have never hated the site of myself more. The dress is beautiful, I will admit, but I do not want to be wearing it. The closer it gets to the wedding, the more I dread each step. Each movement brings me closer to this nightmare.

"Can I be alone for a bit?" I ask sitting on the edge of the bed. My mother shoos off the women who had been helping. "Mum, please just leave me to breathe, just for a bit," I say deprived of any joy. She hesitates to leave but kisses my forehead and walks out, closing the door behind her. I sigh and lay down on the bed, ignoring my hair that was just finished. 

This can't be real.

I glance at the window and stare at it for a long moment. I quickly stand up and rush towards it, looking down trying to see how high up I am. I'm on the second floor, I can't jump from this high but I can attempt to climb down somehow...

Would I go that far?

Yes. Yes I would. And I will.

I look around the room, searching for something to help me down. My eyes land on the bed and I walk over to it pulling the sheets off the bed. I've seen people do this in movies. I'm light and could shimmy myself down a makeshift rope. I'll tie the sheets together and climb down that.