"Hey Jimin, Jungkook how long?" I banged the door as my voice echoed through the empty corridor. It had been fifteen minutes since I stood in front of their door but this Jimshit refused to let me in and Jungkock refused to come out. I heavily sighed as my patience soon started to change into aggression. I looked at Seoyun who looked ethereal. She was wearing a red dress and I could assure that Jungkook is going to drool over her throughout the night.

I dragged Seoyun towards the lift and made our way to the reception as we left those two brides to take their time and get ready. Even a bride is not this late at her own wedding. Now I understood what their Hyungs meant when they said 'you Jimin today'. The only doubt in my mind was that I looked overdressed.

"Hey you sure we're not overdressed?" I asked Seoyun for the millionth time and she kept her hand on my shoulder

"Jeez Ayla baby have you looked at people surrounding us?" she stopped midway as we got off the lift. I nodded my head in agreement as I scanned the reception. A big room with a golden chandelier hung directly above us as dresses of the girls swept the floor and people left nothing untried to show off their riches. There were sudden flashbacks of my father's ballroom parties which played before my eyes.

"Chill enjoy the night." she said as she dragged me to the edge. I looked around and spotted a room labelled 'to kill time'. Well the curiosity got the best of me so i decided to go into that room and drag Seoyun along with me. I had to distract myself.

Our heels made a 'click- clack' sound as we walked our way through the reception till we reached the door.

"I was expecting a stripper club." Seoyun mumbled. What stood in front of us was exactly opposite.

There was a grand piano in front of us and a guitar which stood in the corner of the small room. Behind those were bookshelves piled up with almost every genre of books. "Love it." Seoyun and I exclaimed together. We are not boring but it was the music and books which helped us to cope up from our depression.

Books don't judge you, they stay the same forever, they're loyal. Music on the other hand gives us the will to understand life through the lyrics and rhythm.

It was Jin oppa who taught me some basic things about music when i was diagnosed with depression and anxiety when mom left us. I passed this onto Seoyun when she lost her parents. And now Seoyun was seated in front of the piano and I sat on one of the chairs with the guitar.

"Which one?" I questioned her as the memories of fresh scars of guitar strands on my fingers flashed through my mind which were left years ago.

There was no answer but I heard a familiar melody which filled my ears. Call it what you want by Taylor Swift. I stole a glance at Seoyun whose fingers were gliding rhythmically on the piano keyboard and my fingers started to get fresh lines of guitar strands as the guitar music accompanied the piano music. Soon we reached the hook of the song and we continued singing in turns before the room got unexplainably pin-drop silent as the sounds faded into the thin air.

"Nice show." I heard a familiar voice and the room filled with soft claps. It was Song Kang who looked absolutely ethereal in a white suit. A Gucci badge hung from his blazer and beside him was

Jenice?

"Seoyun, Ayla you guys should start a band. Oh how can I forget this is my girlfriend Jenice." Surprise flooded me.

"We have met before right?" she beamed a genuine smile and now I understood that she was just socialising at breakfast.

"Hey." I waved and immediately felt sorry for my and Jimin's behaviour towards her.

"Hey Jimin is here too." Song Kang slyly smiled and I took a one eighty degree turn. He leaned towards the door frame standing there looking absolutely breathtaking. He was dressed in a black suit, a silver Chanel badge hung from it and he wore a black shirt with black dress pants. Top buttons were unbuttoned which exposed his collarbone and the layer of glistened sweat. His blond hair pulled back.

The blood and hormones coursing through my veins was faster than race cars. His eyes trailed down from my face to my heels and then a sly smirk found its way to his lips. It was that moment when I itched my head to see Seoyun get hopelessly lost in a trance known as Jeon Jungkook.

"S-stop dr-rooling." Seoyun tried to distract herself but failed miserably as her stutter found it's way to her mouth.

"I can literally hear your ovaries exploding. You might as well need a donation for them." I gasped as my fingers touched my mouth to assure that the saliva wasn't coming out of my mouth.

The guy i adored in front of me was hot as fuck. He swiftly walked to me and reached for my hand. The two voices in my head screaming. One was telling me to have serenity flow down my body and the other was having the war of hormones in my nerves.

He pulled me away from the rail of my thoughts as he came closer to me and stopped the moment when my chest hit his.

"You look beautiful Ayla."  he smiled and that sent chills down my spine. If a painter were to paint him, then it would've been their best work.

"Tha-thank you." I stuttered as he reached for my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine "I'm hard." he said in a deep voice as he leaned towards my ear and the whisper came out to be seductive which ran down cold shivers through my spine. Not to mention the fluorescent hue of red which covered my ears. I was too awestruck unable to move an inch before Jimin dragged me out of the room and took me to the exit of the reception. I could hear Seoyun bid farewell to Song Kang and Jenice before they followed suit and sat in the car.

"Where did you guys get the car from?" Seoyun asked as she seated herself in the black Mercedez

"Jimin-ssi has a property here." Jungkook heavily sighed as he dug his hand in his blazer pocket searching or confirming for something.

"I see." Seoyun and I mumbled at the same time. Jimin revved up the engine, one hand on steering wheel the other on gear. His side profile the absolute death of me. He drove swiftly as the sun settled under the sea and as the moonlight found its way to the night sky.

The restaurant was bustling with people. Not to mention with newly wed couples and with people who were starting their relationships. The place had a warm evening atmosphere and the people surrounding us were or looked filthy rich. Glasses clattering, chefs swarming around. No wonder this was going to be one of my best trips. The employee guided us to our table and left with the 'reserved' metal placard which was placed on the table.

Jimin pulled the chair for me and now it was kind of expected since there wasn't a single time he missed on being a gentleman just for me. He intertwined his fingers with mine and took my hand in his lap. Our champagne glasses clattered after sometime as we softly yelled cheers. Meanwhile Jungkook was lost in his own thoughts. He was feeling pretty uneasy and I knew the reason behind it.

We talked about things but Jungkook had no interest whatsoever and just that instant I felt Jimin's hand slide against my thigh. The cold metal of his rings and the warmth of his hands made me feel utterly hopeless and helpless. He made me feel unrequited somehow and at the same time he made me feel like I was the only person he cared about. He was like a drug for me. He was so addicting but he was so steadily killing me.

He is driving me crazy.

My breath hitched a little when I felt his hand squeeze my thigh. I glanced at my hand which was still in his lap and then I saw a slight bulge which made me choke on my champagne.

"It's your fault, you're making me horny." he whispered in my ear as I regained my consciousness from the dizzy feeling as I rested from a trance known as Park Jimin.

JUNGKOOK POV

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I held the small box in my hand for the millionth time as I tried my best not to look like a nervous wreck. I looked at the box which was laying in my lap, Tiffany & Co. labelled on it. Well here goes nothing.

I got up and diverted the attention of Ayla and Jimin. Seoyun on the other hand was giving orders. I took all my courage and bent on my one knee and Seoyun turned her head towards me still processing what was happening and I beamed a smile.

"Park Seoyun will you please marry me?"

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Okay, so your least favorite author finally found out the reason why she sucks at writing

1) I never fell or had a two-sided relationship so I don't know what true love feels like and I'll prolly never know. So I'm sorry if my writing is clingy and cringy. I hope it improves with time and I'll prolly edit parts of this book.

2) I'm writing a mafia story (it's soon going appear trust me). I won't know what things go on in a mafia's mind and stuff.

3) that's all

and boy didn't that samsung add literally blow up on your face. That add is literally unbelievably aesthetic and the music is unexplainably tranquil. I'm talking about the 'la parfumerie'

this chap is one most boring chaps and it took me six hours to write. what is this logic?

And ps THE DADDY THING BETWEEN JIMIN AND AYLA IS COMICAL, it's a joke and they don't have any daddy kinks to be precise.