JJK’s POV

I sit there in absolute,pure unfiltered shock. The ringing in my ear is growing,becoming louder,drilling a hole unto my brain- soon it will pull out. Just like now-  I'm back into reality.

The reality were I sit on this old grey couch that soaks you in once you sit in it,but heck it's not comfy at all anymore. The reality where,I'm sitting across from my grandmama- her thin face exaggerated by the twists of sadness plaguing her features. Her phone gripped tight by her wrinkled fingers.

I ask the tremor in my voice evident,her loose pink blouse becoming a blob in my vision,the tears waging victory over me. She doesn't answer me,hell,she's not even looking at me.

My fist clench with anger,cheeks flame with fury at that name so clear on her phone screen. How much longer must this man meddle in our lives?

How I hate him. I really do. He goes for years then comes back,expecting me to call him Dad.

He doesn't deserve any of that,he never has from the moment he walked out on me. He acts like he doesn't remember the hundreds of missed calls from my Mom the day I was born.

All in then out when it matters is his motto I think.

I pled,and tears start to touch her face as well.

As she continues to escape my sight,

Her white hair was just in a perfect bun,I'd done it myself actually. Combed and plucked each flaw so she could look even more gorgeous than she already is. We sat here in hopes that we could watch our favourite show together.

Her favourite I'm just along for the ride. I don't mind,never have.

Then she got that call.

I watched her face pale when the other person on the line spoke. Then the line got cut,and she looked at me and said something that changes my life forever.

she said with her strong southern drawl,that I lost a bit of from being away for long amounts of time.

In university. I was just here for a happy little visit- now look,

I bark,after all this time,

I'll never not be proud of the nickname I gave that minion,

my breath hitches,I bite my lip until I think I taste blood. I hate how he sways his money in our faces,thinking it will fix all these years of abuse. Like we'll take the bait,

This is the third time I've said that simple sentence. I say it each time,and every time the debt is bigger than the last instance. I stand the same still,

her voice is stiff and I watch her squeeze her eyes shut. Like she always does when she's about to lecture the living hell out me.

as much as I want to yell and bite back,I can't. It stings. But it's true. I'm doing worse than I was before ever since this rent raise. It might get even worse when we try figuring out how I'll pay my tuition. Its only half because of my scholarships but we're still struggling. Imagine if it was all of it.

I can't help but raise my voice. How can she even be seriously asking to marry that thorn in my behind? When hell ices over maybe

the tear that falls from her eyes makes whatever insults I had die right on my tongue. Huh? Looks like hell finally iced over,because I budge.

JJK POV

I hurl my suitcase over the rough concrete. I try to put my anger into it,maybe break it and some other stuff. But good Lord,I'm exhausted. I had to pack up all the stuff from my apartment- my old apartment sorry. I'm moving. In with Mr-stuck-up.

I had to put everything on short notice into like zero point one boxes and  make sure they're all arranged. Because that satanic spawn said and I quote-

Then he hung up on me. Gosh I hate him. An hour later he decided to really push it with my patience,a text that read- you have two days then I'll pick you and everything up- I have a busy schedule and I won't be moving my projects around for you. What's with the attitude? I haven't even spoken to him yet and he's already hissing around me like some sort of pregnant anaconda.

Two days later after struggling to work around work,schools AND moving- I finally managed everything. Then I waited for him patiently. For two whole hours and it was raining. No that's not the right word,pouring is. After all that time,still no texts back,no calls back from the FIFTEEN calls I made to him.

I had to hire a taxi and his tiny little car to make three trips to Taehyung’s apartment complex. Only for him to cost me a hefty fee after. Rightfully so because it was raining cats and fat dogs,but that doesn't mean it didn't dent my sad little broke college student bank account. I did all this without any coffee in my system. Its four thirty in the afternoon still no coffee. Still no texts back from thorn in my rear.

I keep hurling my wheeled suitcase over the extremely rough path to face up at Taehyung’s apartment complex. It's a towering skyscraper,surrounded by what looks like regularly cleaned window panes,and- Oh my good lord is that a lobby?!? What the hell do you need a lobby for? Or have been living in a lacking one all this time?

I look down at the damp clothes that I'm wearing. Forget that they're damp,they aren't suitable to be compared to the designer clothes these people are walking out with. Is this a fashion show or the normal everyday city? All I'm wearing is my faded blue jeans,my cargo jacket and a grey shirt so old the logo is cracked and peeling off.

Well,it's not like I can strip down right here and change into whatever better clothes I have in my suitcase.

I take a deep breath and make strides to the counter in the lobby. Instantly I get that ringing feeling of me not belonging here,I walk up the smiling woman whose smile doesn't flatter when I show up.

my heart warms up a little hearing her drawl,like a little hope that I might be safe.

I wipe off the incoming droplets of water that got caught in my hair. She smiles again,

humour laces her tone and I stand straighter with confusion. Not that she cares though,she pulls out a black card from under her desk with a golden dove logo on it. I take it and nearly gasp,

I scream internally,

my face wastes no time getting hot,I scratch the back of my neck and wonder how old she is- then it hits me like a truck. An annoying little voice in my head yelling: You're due to be married next week- This is NO time to be getting your bachelor on.

I press my lips into a hard line and take the key card.

She smiles and points to her name tag on her bright red uniform,

I walk into the apartment,after having to carry the boxes into the living room. I finally stop to look around the place,the huge window with the awesome view of the entire city,pristine white marble tiles. A huge L couch the size of my entire old place- the kitchen with a wrap around counter and an island. A stunning amount of light provided by the beautiful retro vintage lamps over head. A shelves around all filled with books,none of which are novels- just autobiographies and self help stuff. Does he indulge in self torture? I ask myself picking one up and placing it back down. I look down into hallway and open the first door,

I whisper into the room,it's perfect. But obviously not mine considering that pain in my butt's belongings are littered around. Nope that's not the right word,organised is. He is so a  control freak. Perfectly spread bed,a bed side lamp and all black and grey colour scheme.

How in the world am I gonna live here? With the way I'm messy he'll kick me out before our wedding even happens. I keep looking around only for my eyes to catch on a picture frame on his desk.  A woman- I barely get to have a better look when the door opens.

My breath hitches,I turn around slow. Not ready to face the reality of what this probably looks like to Taehyung. Who else could be burning holes into my back I can feel without even looking at his eyes. I turn around to find Tarhyung’s annoyingly taller than me figure glowering at me with his brown eyes,

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Taehyung’s pov

I stare at the damp bug looking thing in my room with as much hatred I can muster. Not hard I've gained a lot of it just for him after all these years.

The collar of my suit feels like it's chocking me. I've never had a problem with my four piece suits,but right now I'm burning up. And sweating.

I grunt and he scoffs like this is some sort of joke. Is him snooping around my room a joke?

When I thought it was quite clear that we won't be getting in each others business. Given our unfriendly history.

I've been in his presence for two seconds. Two people,and I'm already livid. I don't think this is going to work at all,Mr.Jeon needs to think this through again.

Who am I kidding? I practically begged him to get anyone else for me to marry. But he was all like my son is perfect for you,really. Completely ignoring how we acted towards each other the first godforsaken day we met.

I gesture to the trail of copper looking liquid that leads right to him like a blasted bullseye.

I absolutely hate how his cute moles and gaze almost distracted me. Almost. That along with the eyes,three different shades of brown and right now their all bubbling with anger.I grunt and stalk towards him,my shoes striking against the tiles. I rip the picture frame out of his grip careful not to drop it and place it back on my desk. The back facing foward no way in hell am I letting him really know me. And any of my secrets for that matter. Who knows what he'll do with them if I ever did,

I already sound exhausted. Looks like I only have a couple days to explain to the Chairman that I cannot marry his son,

He's trying to make me feel like a jerk. It's working. I didn't mean to forget about what we had planned. My schedule got packed and a huge meeting with one of the companies major clients came out of thin air. I turn off my phone during meetings,I never never touch it. So when I did finally when the meeting was over- okay fine it was after that. For good reason! I was exhausted I feel asleep in my office so an hour later when I woke up amd saw all those missed calls. I panicked. I violated thousands of traffic rules just to get here as quick as I could. But is he going to believe me? No. He's always been hard headed like that or maybe that's just him with me.

I hate that nickname. I hate how proud he looks when he chucks it out,like he's all in yelling home run in his heart. I despise it. All of it. And he's right- it is none of my business.

Silence swings over us. He comes closer to me,his brown eyes burning like two little infernos,his brows knitted together the way the do whenever he sees me. He get so close that I get a full view of his moles that dust the adorable tip of his nose. It's distracting. He's distracting. I hate being taken off my tracks,being taken off my chase. This is why this simply cannot work.

My breaths start coming in short,like they're on the brick of being hiccups. My heart beating against my chest so fast I feel like I might pass out,

He strides out of room letting the door bang behind him. As soon as his foot steps fade I nearly fall,I hold onto the chair and let out all of my held breath. And did he just call me pretty?