JEON JUNGKOOK?! Nooooo. Where has my mind take me to? It could be just the same family name.

"Hi. My name is Lee Baram. Nice to meet you." i put on my best fake smile i've ever put.

"Your daughter is so pretty. You can sit down Baram." Mrs. Jeon said to my parents.

"Thankyou, Mrs. Jeon."

"Just call me eomma. Wait until you meet Jungkook. He'll be shocked to meet you."

I. Knew. It. It's. Jeon. F***ing. Jungkook. Then i nudged my mom.

"Excuse us for a second." my mother said.

Then my mother dragged me to the toilet, holding my hand using her long nails until it digged into my skin and she slapped me, hard.

"Aah, eomma. What are you doing?"

I was so shocked with the things she did to me. I remembered that she was very gentle to me when I was little.

"E-eomma, y-you've changed. W-why are y-you suddenly l-like this?"

I stuttered while holding in my tears that threatened to fall any moment.

"You're going to marry Jungkook. Do you understand? Our company is broking down. You are the one thing that could help us through this misery." she said sternly.

"Why?! You've worked all this year while i was rotting at home. Why is your company broking down?! You worked, worked, worked. What, eh? What did you got from your work?! I know, sooner or later you will be helpless. I've got none of your love. You don't care what happened to me all these years. Yeah, I'm just a piece of soul who is weighing you two. Just fuck off from my life."

Then she slapped me god-knows-how-many hardly.

"You will get married to Jungkook. You can't disagree. Now clean your face. I want to see you perfectly again."

She shoved me a pouch. I looked inside and it's full of make up thingy.

She really changed. I doesn't remember who is she anymore right now.

I washed my face, waiting for the puffiness to gone and apply my natural make up.

Adding some concealer to hide the bruise on my cheek because of my mother slapping from earlier.

Then i prepared to walk out from the toilet but i felt like some liquid flowing down from my arm.

Oh, shit. It's bleeding. My mother nails really dig in to my skin.

Then i wash my hand, trying to stop the bleeding and it works. But i have to wrap it with some cloth to prevent infection.

Then i found a sterilized cloth that just for wound on the very bottom of the pouch.

She really know that this is going to happen.

After i walked out from the toilet, there he is, sitting.

JEON. JUNGKOOK.

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*PS:YOOO! Everyone! At last i updated another chapter! I'll try to update as many as i can for today and tomorrow cuz' i have jamboree on 30-31 May. I'll try to update 3 chapter. Woww i challenge myself. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

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