“Yah, Jeon Jungkook. Snap out of it.” I snapped my fingers in front of his dazed face to bring him back to reality. His head jerked and he blinked a couple times before looking up at me with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, Jagi. I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.”
“A bit my butt,” I mumbled. I looked back at the monitor in the back room displaying the crowd of reporters waiting for the press conference to start.
“Are you sure about this?” I looked back down at Jungkook, and gave him a reassuring smile.
“I’ve been preparing for this since yesterday. There’s nothing I can’t do if I put my mind to it!” He chuckled before grabbing my wrist, and pulling me towards him for a kiss. His soft kiss eased my mind, and the nerves were washed away.
I stared nervously at the hundreds of eyes and mics trained onto me, ready to record every word I said.
“H-hello,” I stammered. “I’m sure you all know who I am. I was Jungkook’s girlfriend who was expecting a child with him. I asked PD-nim to hold this press conference for me to get a few things of my chest, and provide some much needed closure. A few days ago, my biological father was arrested, and sentenced to life for his multiple murders and crimes.” I hesitated, unsure where to take my thoughts. The hours I spent practicing my words went out the door. “I’ve never thought of him as my father. He abused me until I was five before he left me and my mother behind. My mother passed away shortly after that from the stress of trying the pay off the loads of debt he had dumped onto us. At her funeral, I had made the decision to never recognize him as my father.” I proceeded to tell them about my father’s plan of forcing me and Jungkook to have a child together. Before I revealed the fact that I wasn’t actually pregnant, I paused and looked back stage at Jungkook for reassurance.
“You can do it Jagi. If anything happens you have us and the security guards.” I nodded slightly.
“However, there are a few things that we have not been honest about. First, I want to make it clear to everybody that I am not pregnant, nor have I ever been pregnant.” I watched as eyes widened, and pens began furiously scribbling on notepads. Second, I’m no longer Jungkook’s girlfriend because I’m his fiancé.” A hand raised and I motioned for the reporter to talk.
“You say you’re his fiancé in the present tense, however he is no longer with us. Could you explain why?” I took a deep breath.
“That leads me to my last point. The reason behind this press conference.” Everyone was on the edge of their seat, waiting for what I was going to say. “The news of Jungkook’s death is fake. He is still alive.” Audible gasps were heard throughout the room. Hands shot up one after the other, and the room began to turn into chaos. I looked over at Jungkook, and motioned for him to come out. I felt his nervousness as he tentatively stepped out of his hiding place. He sat down in the chair next me, and held my hand under the table. Reporters continued to call out, and I was blinded by the continuous flashes from the cameras. Jungkook held his hand up, and everything ceased. The power this man had. It was attractive as fuck.
“I want to apologize to everyone, especially our ARMYs, for lying like this. However, it was done for a very important reason. The lives of the members, our staff, and Cathleen were in danger. We were threatened daily by this man, and Cathleen made herself vulnerable to save us. We are forever thankful for her.
“Kookie, you’re supposed to be making it look more my fault.” He ignored me, and continued talking.
“No words can describe the immense love I feel for this woman. Although we are all at fault for these events, no one is more at fault than the man who used his own daughter, and threatened to kill her real family. Us.” I motioned towards the other members backstage. They all filed onto the stage and stood behind us. “We are still BTS. We are still musicians who are dedicated to our fans, and our music. We are still people. We understand that what we did was wrong, but we ask you to please forgive us. Understand the circumstances we were under. We would not have gone to such extremes if the situation were not as bad as it was.
“Jungkook…” He glanced over at me.
“In apology, Cathleen and I will be holding a public wedding ceremony, open to everyone. There will be security everywhere so don’t think of trying anything, and opposing the marriage is forbidden. We will already have had a private ceremony for close family, so it would be pointless to oppose it anyways.” I chuckled at his cheeky grin. One hand tentatively raised in the back.
“Would you mind telling us about your relationship? How did you guys meet, and how did your feelings for each other develop. We looked at each other with smiles on our faces.
“Well you see,” I began. “It all started at their international tour in America. Jungkook here was on his period, and I just had to open my big fat mouth and make his mood worse.” We continued recounting our tales, the members adding in their own bits and pieces. The mood of the room instantly grew light as our love story was revealed.
“He had the cheesiest proposal idea ever,” Jimin teased.
“I thought it was cute and meaningful,” I laughed. Jungkook didn’t look amused.
“I almost thought she wasn’t going to say yes,” he pouted. “It took her two minutes and 48 seconds to answer me!” The members snorted.
“Well I did eventually, didn’t I?” I teased, wiggling my left hand that displayed the ring in his face. He huffed and sunk into his chair, crossing his arms.
The press conference ended soon after we finished out love tale, and I immediately collapsed on the bed when we got home. I was so drained from all of the talking. This was my first press conference, and I hoped it was my last.
“We did it Jagi.” Jungkook laid down next me, and pulled me into his chest. I snuggled into him, and snaked my arms around his neck.
“Hopefully people will take the news well,” I mumbled. He began to stroke my hair, and I felt my eyes begin to droop.
“You were amazing out there Jagi. You’re a natural.” I lifted my head, and threw him a playful glare.
“This isn’t becoming a regular thing, so don’t you be asking me to do your press conferences for you. That was the worst 45 minutes of my life.”
“Liar. You were practically glowing while talking about how much you loved me,” he smirked.
“Says the one who was practically oozing with love every time you spoke about me.” Two could play at this game.
“I had to let everyone know just whose you are,” He mumbled, snuggling me closer.
“Oh, they know alright.”
“Goodnight Jagi.” He lightly kissed the top of my head before he began to softly sing our song. His voice instantly soothed me, and I fell asleep in his arms.
“YAH WAKE UP!” I moaned at the loud banging on our door.
“I’m going to personally castrate every one of them,” Jungkook threatened, his voice muffled by the pillow over his head.
“You know, something tells me they want us to get up. I don’t know, maybe it’s all the yelling, or even the banging on the door. Who knows?” He threw me a sleepy glare at my sarcastic response.
We were quickly dragged into the living room as soon as we opened our bedroom door. All of the other members were gathered in the living room. Even Yoongi looked bright eyed and bushy tailed.
“What is so important that you had to drag us out of bed before 11 on our day off?” I could tell Jungkook was not happy about losing his sleep-in day.
“You guys need to read the articles. More importantly, the responses.” Ah yes. The press conference we held. I braced myself for the mass amount of hate comments.
“Who knew BTS was going through such a hard time! We never would have guessed because they’re always so bright and energetic on stage.”
“The love these two have for each other is so rare. Anyone trying to tear them apart after watching this would be idiotic.”
“Didn’t wanna be that fan, but just know I’m waiting for a comeback, and I expect a song about Cathleen to be on it Jungkook.”
Jungkook blushed at the last comment. A smile formed on my face at the overwhelmin amount of positive comments.
“It looks like Jungkook spilling his utter love for you, and you guys talking about how you fell in love was able to cover up this whole scandal.” I smiled at the leader, then at the love of my life.
We had started off so rough, but grew to love each other, not only because of our bond, but because of our true feelings for each other. I wouldn't change my big fat mouth for the world. It led me to the one I desired to be with the most. My finacé, my love, my soul mate. My bonding desire.
Guys I’m actually crying. I started writing this story April 26, 2016, and it has finally come to an end. I have had so many up and downs while writing this story, and I’m so so happy that I was able to revive my motivation to write this story again after putting it on hiatus for 6 months. I want to give a HUGE thank you to all of my readers who have been with me through this long (very long, I’m sorry) journey, and especially to those who have been with me since I started writing bts fanfics more than 2 years ago. Time really flies. I haven’t decided on my next story yet, but I promise to keep on writing. I love making people smile (or cry) with my words, and reading all of your lovely comments really makes my heart soar. Again, thank you so so much, and I hope you enjoyed reading Bonding Desire.