ep 3 ( the engagement party Disaster)
The next day, Y/N and Jungkook were dragged to a luxurious jewelry store to pick out their engagement rings. The tension between them was palpable as they tried on rings under their parents’ watchful eyes.
Y/N
"This one’s nice. Small, subtle. Just like I want this marriage to be."
jeon jungkook
"Or we could pick something flashy. It’ll match your personality."
Y/N
(grinning sarcastically): "And your ego."
Despite their snarky remarks, there was a moment—a fleeting one—when their hands brushed while examining a ring. Both froze, locking eyes for a split second before looking away.
As they left the store, Jungkook leaned in, his voice low.
jeon jungkook
"If you’re going to keep insulting me, at least make it clever."
Y/N
"Oh, don’t worry. I’ve got plenty more where that came from."
The Jeon mansion was bustling with activity, the staff running around like ants on a mission to make the engagement party the event of the year.
Inside the lavish guest room, Y/N stood in front of a full-length mirror, glaring at the ballgown she was being forced into. Jin lounged on the bed behind her, flipping through a magazine.
Y/N
“Who designs these dresses? Torture chambers?”
jin
“Sweetie, you look stunning. Like a princess about to walk into battle.”
Y/N
“I’d rather be the knight—armor, sword, and all. Why can’t I just wear pants?”
jin
“Because, apparently, pants don’t scream ‘future Mrs. Jeon.’”
Y/N
(Y/N turned to Jin, narrowing her eyes.) “What do you think Jungkook is doing right now? Brooding? Lifting weights? Plotting my demise?”
jin
“Probably all three. But knowing him, he’ll look annoyingly perfect while doing it.”
Jungkook, sitting in his room, staring at his tie as if it personally offended him. Hoseok and Namjoon sat nearby, enjoying the show.
rm
“It’s a tie, Jungkook, not a Rubik’s Cube.”
jhope
“You’ve fought boardroom battles and climbed mountains, and this is what defeats you?”
jeon jungkook
( sighed, tossing the tie on the floor) “Why does this even matter? It’s just an engagement party. Fake smiles, fake promises, fake—”
rm
: “Think of it this way. Tonight is a business meeting with better lighting and overpriced champagne. Smile, nod, and keep the insults to a minimum.”
jhope
: “But not too minimal. We need entertainment.”
The party was in full swing when Y/N arrived at the top of the grand staircase, her arm reluctantly looped through her father’s. Guests turned to stare, murmuring about how beautiful she looked.
Y/N couldn’t care less. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on Jungkook, standing near the bar, looking every bit like a K-drama male lead in a tailored black suit.
Y/N
(under her breath to Jin, who followed behind): “Why does he have to look that good? It’s infuriating.”
jin
“Right? It’s like his jawline was sculpted by the gods.”
Y/N
( shot him a glare) “Whose side are you on?”
At the bottom of the stairs, Jungkook looked up and caught sight of her. For a brief moment, his usual stoic expression faltered, replaced by something akin to surprise. He quickly masked it with a smirk as Y/N descended.
jeon jungkook
“Took you long enough.”
Y/N
“Sorry, I had to mentally prepare myself for this.” She gestured dramatically around them.
Their parents swooped in, ushering them toward the center of the ballroom where they were to perform the customary engagement toast. Jungkook handed Y/N a glass of champagne, their fingers brushing for a brief second.
jeon jungkook
(Leaning in, smirking): “Try not to spill it. I know grace isn’t your strong suit.”
Y/N
(Sweetly): “Oh, don’t worry. If I spill anything, it’ll be on you.”
As the evening wore on, the parents took turns giving long, emotional speeches about unity and family legacies. Y/N and Jungkook stood at the front, trying to look interested.
Y/N whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Y/N
“Do you think they’d notice if I just… left?”
jeon jungkook
“Probably. You’re the center of attention, unfortunately.”
Y/N
"And what about you? How are you so calm?”
jeon jungkook
“Years of practice. Poker face.”
From the back of the room, their friends huddled together, watching the scene unfold.
jimin
“They look so stiff. It’s like watching robots malfunction.”
taehyung
“Someone should save them.”
yoongi
“Or throw them into the deep end. It builds character.”
jin
(whispering to Jimin): “Bet you a hundred bucks Y/N does something dramatic before the night is over.”
jhope
(overhearing): “I want in on this bet.”
As the formalities ended, Y/N and Jungkook finally had a moment to breathe. Or so they thought. A waiter passing by with a tray of champagne glasses tripped, sending the drinks flying—straight onto Y/N’s dress.
The room gasped. Y/N froze, drenched in sparkling liquid, while Jungkook tried—and failed—to suppress a laugh.
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