BTS: Yandere Horror |1|

Jungkook: How Could You?

Keeping your excitement is a hard thing, especially when it's in front of the girl you love. And even more especially, if both parents from both sides announce the marriage between both of us.

It was sad, however that we had different opinions about it.

"WHAT?" (Y/n) exclaims as her jaw unhinges from her mouth. I clap my hands lightly and smile at the meeting.

"It would be an honour." I nod at my head at her family.

"Impossible." From across the table, she stands up, scanning me up and down before pointing rudely at me. I felt a twang of hurt when she did. "I have to marry this jerk?"

"Honey. He isn't a jerk. He is your future."

"That's right," her dad clears this throat and everyone places their attention to him. "We need an heir to our company, and Jungkook is the perfect man. He's smart, thoughtful and he knows how to talk well."

Her eyes meet mine and I wave at her. She only tilted her chin up at me. Why couldn't she accept me?

"Then it's decided."

A shaking of hands.

"Donahill Church?"

"May our families intertwine in this marriage."

Her family moves to leave and I watch (y/n) put on her sweater. It's early fall so she also brings her cute red beanie and I blush violently. Head down, I try not to look at her.

However, she scoffs at me one more time before shuffling to the door. I stand by the window the watch her poised form and straight back sit motionless at the back of her vehicle as they move away, the car getting smaller until they turn a corner. A weight is felt upon my shoulder and I hear a huge sigh.

"Look after (y/n). Be a very good husband." He says.

I turn to look at him, sincere feelings evident in my eyes.

"I will." Oh, but I tend to do more than look after her.

I'm going to break her.

...MARRIAGE CEREMONY...

"Will you, Jeon Jungkook take (y/n) as your wife?"

"Of course."

"Will you (l/n) (y/n) take Jungkook to be your husband?"

"Yes."

"Then you may kiss the bride."

I immediately grab her waste and spin her around before holding her off the ground. Her eyes locked onto mine and my smile taking in her figure. She diverts her eyes away and blushes. The girl that i can break is finally delivered into my hands. She's mine. I lean in and kiss her and surprisingly, she kisses back.

...

"What are you doing?" I stood in the washroom, wiping my wet hands on the red velvet towel of our new bathroom in our new house.

"I'm sleeping." A grumpy (y/n) lies on her stomach on the bed and shakes her head.

"It's our honey moon." I whine. She sits up and smirks up at me. "We are supposed to consummate the marriage."

"To hell with that." She takes the fluffy blanket and throws it over her head. "Just because this is an arranged marriage doesn't mean I have to embrace you." I felt an angry bubbling sensation stir in my stomach.

"Doesn't change the fact we are husband and wife." I growled at her hiding body before ripping away the covers. She gasps and attempts to curl into a ball. "You're mine, mind, body and soul."