CHAPTER 13

...And then he walked into his gym room, his jaw tight with anger. He began punching the bag—harder, and harder, each hit louder than the last, as if he wanted to destroy the frustration burning inside him.

End of Jungkook's POV.

Meanwhile — Y/N's POV

I was sitting on my couch, lost in thoughts about Kookie. His words, his expression, everything kept replaying in my mind. But suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a message from my mom.

Mom had sent... so many photos. Confused, I opened them one by one—only to realize they were all pictures of different men.

My eyes widened and I immediately called her.

(OTP)

Y/N: Mom, why did you send me so many men's photos? Mom: Which one did you like? Y/N: ...What are you talking about? Mom: About your marriage, sweetheart. Y/N: WHAT!? Mom: Yes, dear. You're grown up now. It's the right time for your marriage. Y/N: Mom, I don't want to get married. Mom: Right now you're saying that because you haven't fallen in love yet. Y/N: But mom— Mom: Just choose one man from the pictures. Y/N: I don't like any of them! Mom: Still, you need to choose. Y/N: No, I won't. Mom: Fine. I'll come and talk to you in person. Y/N: Mom, I'm not getting married. Mom: We'll see about that...

Call ended.

I threw my phone beside me and covered my face with my hands. "Why... why is it always me? I don't want to get married..."