❝Conference❞
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I FELT MY BLOOD RUSHING THROUGH MY HANDS as I sat on the chair, my heart beating incredibly fast, the red dress digging tightly onto my skin. My reflection in the mirror made me even more nervous, a press conference, just for the topic 'marriage'.

I smiled when Jungkook peeked through the door, "May I come in?" He mocked, kicking the door open as he smugly walked in, what caught my eyes was the box in his hands. "What's that? Divorce papers?" I joked, he frowned, "Don't make those jokes." He said, scoffing.

He sat on he table in front of me, pulling something out of the box. My eyes widened at the necklace, "What is that?" I asked curiously.

"This..is the necklace my mom used to wear, then I gave it to Seran, you can have it now." He smiled, a hint of sadness, "N-" He shoved it on my beck before even hearing anything. "I...I can't bear having it alone, pease have it."

I paused, nodding. "Alright." I muttered, wrapping it around my neck. "Do I look good?" I joked sheepishly, he nodded. "Yeah."

"Let's go." He muttered, getting up. He stuck his arm out, smiling sheepishly, I hesitantly wrapped my hands around his, "You don't feel awkward round me, right?" I laughed lightly at his unsure question, lightly shaking my head.

"No I thought that maybe—" He quit saying the next line, "Forget it." He muttered.

Now standing in front of the conference hall, all types of nervousness filled me, I just wanted to leave all of a sudden, gulping, I realised that he was much cool than I was, he didn't even looked like cared. "Just answer the questions that didn't make you want to punch the reporter, the rest is already taken care of." He muttered.

The door opened, and I felt like I'd go blind from the lights, blinking, I tried not to look directly into the flashing cameras, while also trying to smile at them.

I sat on the chair at the front of the door, the reporters seated on each side of the room while there was a little gap for walkers in the middle, I watched as Jungkook picked the mic up from the desk. "Good evening to all of you, it's a pleasure to see you." He smiled widely for the cameras.

I felt my shoulder pain from nervousness when a reporter avoided everything and raised his hand, directing a question over to me. "How did you two meet? And why did you not hold a press conference about your relationship before these months." I shakily picked up the mic, looking around nervously.

Jungkook gripped my hand tightly, smiling, "A-Actually, we met through a job interview, but ended up getting married. We wanted to give our relationship some time before opening it up to others." I replied the first answer that came into my mind.

"Some people are saying that you are not capable enough to marry Mr Jeon, what do you think about it?" Another question came up, making me irritated. For them, it's supposed to be a happy conference, so why are they asking such useless questions to begin with?

"Um.." I looked away, searching for a valid reason. "I think that...us meeting and getting married may seem delusional and stupid, but it's actually not if you turn the things other way. I think that him being rich and me being poor doesn't have an economic boundary or something, it's only natural if two human beings fall in love and get married...or make some contract—what I think about people directing questions on me saying I'm not compatible just because I'm poor is just...immature and stupid."

I shrugged at the last line, it really angered me seeing them so interested in someone else's life more than their own. "What about women saying they're more deserving of this position you're holding..." Even the reporter seemed flustered by the question, annoyance in her voice.

"That.." I cracked a smile, already knowing the answer to this,

"..for now, I'm here, and not them. So...they can imagine the rest, right?"