"Ah, my son! You look terrible."

I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Wow. Thanks a lot, father." I cleared my throat. "What did you need?"

I watched as he motioned to a chair close to him. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I carefully sat down.

"We need to have a chat, Hoseok."

A shiver radiated down my spine at his words. I felt a bead of sweat form on my forehead, slowly dripping down the side of my face, dripping onto my pants.

"A little birdie told me that you had a thing for that... prisoner." His last word was laced with distaste. "A male prisoner, might I add."

My breath caught in my lungs as I pictured Yoongi's beautifully pale face, with a closed mouth smile. My heart pounded in my chest, the beads of sweat increasing on my forehead.

"Hoseok." My father's stern voice spoke, making me flinch. "Are you... Are you gay?"

I shrugged. "Maybe."

My father's eyes squinted together, making me cringe. "You know that it is illegal in my town to be into the same sex. I can't have people finding out that my own son is breaking the law."

"And what the hell are you going to do about it?" I snapped, instantly regretting my decision as I felt my father's large, burly hands grip my throat.

"Do not ever speak to me like that! You are an ungrateful piece of shit, Hoseok, just like your fucking mother." His grip tightened slightly before he released my throat entirely, leaning close to my face, every word he spoke caused his spit to hit my skin. "I will not allow you to break the law. So, I have arranged your marriage. To a female, might I add."

I gasped, shaking my head rapidly. "Father, please. Y-Yoo- I mean, 134340 is d-dead. I don't understand why you're making me marry if he is dead."

He scoffed. "I have to ensure that my family is all purebred. I have to make sure that you marry and have a family with a proper female. It is my job to make sure you are married to a female."

The door of the room opened, Jungkook walking in, making eye contact with me as he bowed. "Sir, your special guest has arrived."

My father nodded, standing up. "Ah, perfect timing! Please, send Hoseok's fiancé in."

Jungkook gave me a sympathetic look as he turned around, motioning for the guest to walk in.

Her long black hair draped down over her shoulders beautifully. She wore a short skirt, with a fancy blouse on top. She wore over-the-knee boots, and a slight wing of glitter eyeliner that made her eyes sparkle. She was gorgeous, I'll agree to that much.

Too bad I'm not attracted to females.

"Hoseok, my son," My father spoke, pulling me out of my chair by the hand. "This is your fiance, Hyuna."

What the heck do I do now? I'm fucking engaged. Damn, I should've gone with Yoongi.

I swallowed as I took a step forward, bending at the waist in a bow. She gave me a small smile as she did the same. I met eyes with Jungkook, and he gave me a look. A look that I recognized.

A look that said: "Just go with it."

So I did.

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Awful.

Horrible.

Terrible.

Whoops.

Lmao