(A/N: This is the first and the last 'happy' chapter of this FF...So please do enjoy the happiness while it lasts :') )
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"Do you wanna go shopping?" Jungkook asked, smiling from ear to ear.
"Shopping?"
Jungkook nodded. "Do you not want to?"
"Of course I want to!" I quickly said, smiling back. "It's just..."
It's just I don't know if I made the right choice.
<FLASHBACK>
I unlocked the bathroom door and Jungkook immediately hugged me, tear marks visible on his cheeks.
"Please don't leave me, Y/N. Please give me another chance." Jungkook whispered, giving a small peck on my forehead.
"I...."
"I promise I will make you happy..."
"Jungkook, I -"
"I love you, Y/N."
"..."
"I love you."
"...I love you too, Jungkook." I whispered faintly, letting all my tears out.
<END OF THE FLASHBACK>
"Jagi-yah~~" Jungkook called, smiling innocently.
"H-huh?"
"Aw, you are blushing~" He teasingly said, pinching my cheek.
"I-I am not..." I stuttered.
"Come on, hop in the car." He said, opening the car door for me.
I smiled shyly and quickly went into the car.
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"This dress will look amazing on you, Y/N! We should buy this." Jungkook beamed, looking at the white winter dress with red flowers on it.
"No, Jungkook. It's way too expensive."
"Do you like it though?"
"Yes, but - "
"Then it doesn't matter." Jungkook hummed. "Dollar dollar, man I spend it like some party!"
"Jungkook! You should learn how to save money, not waste them!"
"It's not wasting money since I am using it to buy something for you." He smiled. "Besides, YOLO."
"...What?"
"YOLO. You Only Live Once - get it?"
"...Why are you suddenly using those dad jokes?" I asked, staring at my husband with confusion.
"Jin hyung told me that girls love dad jokes." (A/N: Caught in a LIEEEEEEEE)
And let me tell you this, I had nothing to say.
"S-Sure. I-I love dad jokes...Ha ha ha." I forced a smile.
"Really?" Jungkook beamed.
"S-Sure."

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J.J.K | When Time Stops [BOOK 1] *EDITING IN PROGRESS*
Fanfiction"Why were you kissing that girl then?" I asked in a furious voice as I glared at my husband with my arms firmly folded across my chest. "Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you?" He sighed. "I only have you!" And I knew he was lying. Let me make t...