Jungkook stranger

You, a famous interior designer known for your carefree attitude and belief that life was meant to be lived to the fullest, never took anything too seriously. Your life seemed perfect—success, fame, everything you could have dreamed of. But despite it all, your parents barely acknowledged your accomplishments, and now, they were pushing you into an arranged marriage with a man they deemed "the perfect husband." You didn’t want to get married—not now, not like this.

The day of the wedding arrived, and there you were, in your stunning wedding gown. If only it was for someone you actually loved, then maybe it would’ve felt like the perfect day. But as you stood there, surrounded by the formalities, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t your life. With a quick decision, you snuck out of the church, holding your dress up to avoid tripping, and dashed outside.

That's when you saw it—a BMW parked nearby, and a guy sitting inside, scrolling through his phone. Without thinking twice, you bolted over and jumped into the car. Gasping for air, you barely managed to get the words out: "Drive… c'mon!!!"

Jungkook, clearly startled, looked at you in bewilderment, his eyes narrowing as he processed the situation. "Are you out of your mind?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with confusion. "What the hell’s going on?"

But after a moment of hesitation, he shrugged, as if accepting the absurdity of the situation. "Alright, fine," he muttered under his breath, starting the engine. He glanced at you with a raised brow. "You’ve got one hell of a timing, you know that?"

He shifted the car into drive, giving you a curious side-eye as he sped off, wondering just what kind of mess he’d gotten himself into.