I Don't Love You 14 In Silen

Well… I'm dying from nervousness so does that count as excited? Anyway, shopping for a wedding dress is the hardest thing I've ever done, especially when your parents are too picky over dresses. I mean like I don't care whether my parents like it or not, I'm only worried about Jungkook's choices. If he says "yes" to the dress so will I.

We were finally able to walk out the building with reporters everywhere, taking pictures in every direction with lights beaming through the crowd. Jungkook holds me close to him, protecting me from the careless reporters that just want our photo and make our names hot topic in South Korea and I don't blame them to be honest, our names were hot topic since the day we were born. It's like our destiny, we were always supposed to get the centre of attention and sometimes that can be a good thing but not all the time.

"Miss Cha! Over here! Look this way please" reporters are constantly calling my name making my head ache. I look over at Jungkook who is smiling ear to ear, it was the cutest thing ever. The way his lips lifted upward. The way his one dimple crinkles. The way his teeth are perfectly aligned.

The warm glow his happiness gives. His smile is a ray of sunshine, and I am a sunburn. I don't think I can ever be happier than this right now. Even though my memories with him are gone, I can always make new ones.

This time, I want to tell him that I like him and that I'll give him a chance. A chance to show me everything I want to see. We entered the car with the biggest sigh ever, I look over at him with a soft smile, "You look so happy" I add quickly.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Jungkook chuckles softly, "I'll be marrying the women of my dreams in a few days so… I'm really happy right now!" Jungkook says grabbing my hands, giving them a peck.

"I don't want anything to happen to us ever again" Jungkook says sighing at the last word as he pulls me in his embrace, "It won't. I just know it" I add quickly to ensure that we were safe where we were.

"I just want to quickly marry you, have kids and grow old together" Jungkook says with a whisper when mentioning kids. I blush on the spot as I playfully slap his arm because of the unbearable embarra.s.sment rushing through my body. "Ya…. Don't bring that up again" I say, playing annoyed.

"What? I'm only mentioning what your parents said they really wanted" Jungkook smirks, pinching my thighs making me blush even more. "Whose permission do you need first before you give them what they want?" I ask, "Oh right… YOU" Jungkook answers.

"That's right. I never told you I liked you or anything so what gives you the idea that I'm fine with it?" I ask, folding my arms as the car quickly becomes silent. "What? Does that mean you don't like me?" Jungkook's eyes widens innocently like a child, "I'm kidding honey" I said, smiling because of the adorable sight.

The buzzer of my phone goes off like an annoyed rattlesnake, vibrating in my hand bag. "h.e.l.lo" I answer the call; my mum's voice soothingly calls my name and I knew that she is asking me a favour that I can say "no" to. "Okay alright, see you there" I say ending phone call with a frown, "Why? What's wrong?" Jungkook's worried expression was everything!

"Mum just called me saying that we need to be in a meeting for our wedding. I guess they're planning it all out today." I said, putting my phone away in my small fashionable bag. "Aww… Why the frown though? "Jungkook asks, wrapping his arm above my shoulders, wanting my attention on him.

"Meetings are boring…." I said pouting at him as I slowly lean over for a peck. "Nah they're not." Jungkook smiles, giving me a peck which almost when too deep and pa.s.sionate that we didn't realize that the car stops at the destination. "Just sit next to me then you won't get as bored" he says winking at the end of his sentence making me bite my lower lip.

In the meeting, 3:45

The atmosphere was thin, as if one was usually used to swimming in mushroom soup only to be introduced to water for the first time. I shiver under the cold air conditioning, Jungkook quickly takes off his blazer, putting it over me as if he knew.

I could feel every single eye in the meeting room on us and as if it's something good, I smile awkwardly as a thank you to Jungkook. I was first to yawn and looking around the room, my mouth opens again somehow. I swear it was like 5 hours later, my eyes start to give up. They slowly close and after few more blinks, they couldn't open anymore. I sigh deeply resting my head onto Jungkook's shoulder as if the effort of just sitting there is too much.

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I hear him cuddling softly, feeling the rise and fall of his board strong shoulder, the rhythmic noise slowing my own breathing. I snap awake, frighten when hearing clapping sound echoing the room. "You awake?" Jungkook whispers, smiling at me, "Is it over yet?" I ask with half open eyes. I hear chuckle again, "Ani… (No)" Jungkook says, brushing some of my hair from my face.

"Oh man…. When is this going to end?" I ask looking around, stretching. "They didn't think I was drunk, did they?" I ask again but this time, I rise up from my chair trying to sit up straight with my attention on the crowd, "No, of course not. I told them that you were tired and they just laughed because you were talking in your sleep. It was so cute. Everyone would agree" Jungkook says. "Oh... man. Okay, I need to go to the ladies' room" I said, getting out of that room.

I sigh loudly as I walk out of the bathroom, I heard a voice calling my name. A deep, low and husky voice. I didn't know where the voice was from nor did I know the owner of that voice was but curiously took over me, I make my way to the elevator to see no one in it. Maybe I was hallucinating? I don't but it's not safe to be here alone. I turn around and before I knew it, I could feel fingers digging into my cheek, my screams were stifled. I hear him panting, the pleasure in his breath, like an animal in heat.

He was not stealing but rather claiming what was to be rightfully his. He did not speak, no need to tell me not to fight, to make a sound. His fingers did all the work. Cling, hook, crush, threatening to unhinge my very jaw if another sound were to leave my lips. That is how I am to remain, silent and maybe even die in silent.