I was struggling to clasp my neckpiece as the extravagant gown on my petite frame made it difficult to move. Where the fuck are all those beauticians and makeup artists that were attending me?

All of a sudden, I felt cold fingers on my neck, helping me out. I could not see them, as they were behind me.

As they were done, I turned back. There was a man in a tuxedo, and a mask concealing his pale face, Yoongi. Freaking fuck, my heart just skipped a beat. My face broke into a big smile and I forgot that today was a marriage I do not want, my marriage.

"Yoongi! How come you're here? It's so nice to see you," I genuinely beamed.

He sighed, taking off his mask. Happy that there was no one in the room.

"Are you happy?"

My smile faltered a little bit I forced it back, "Obviously dude, today is my wedding. Why wouldn't I be happy?"

"Stop lying, Jee," he insisted.

Somehow, I could not meet his eyes, "I am not lying. There is nothing wrong with an arranged marriage and it's Suho, I know him-"

"Do you love him?"

"No. But I will eventually, at least that's what I think!"

"You are a coward. After all this, you're still a coward," he said in an undertone.

You think I don't know? It hurts like a bitch.

"I... I am not a coward." I protested.

"You are binding yourself in a relationship that you know you don't want to. I can't even say that it's forced upon because you never protested. What do I call this? Dutiful or cowardice?"

"Cowardice," I responded dully, "yes, I am a coward and that's it. Please go if you came for making me realise that I am a coward. Stay if you wanna be a part of my wedding."

"Be a part of the ceremony that buries your individuality? Hell nah! And even you are not being a part of it. Come with me, Jee. I miss you terribly, the world has never been so quiet before."

My eyes widened in cognizance, "You... You are asking me to runaway from my own wedding?"

He nodded shamelessly.

"Yoongi, this is not a movie or fiction. This is my life. What will I do once I runaway? I have no one-"

"You have me."

I rolled my eyes at his unreasonable persistence.

"Yoongi, you don't understand-"

"I understand more than you. So, shut up." He lent out his hand towards me, "Come with me."

I was just looking into his eyes, the world was falling apart. It was just him reaching out for me. My arteries were pumping at an ever high pace. I heard someone's footsteps and I could feel the nervous breakdown within me. What if someone saw him? How foolish of him?

"I am waiting Jee," he said. The volume of the footsteps increased. There were thousands of voices that signified the wedding. Me and Suho, we were getting married today.

"Believe in me," he continued and fuck! I placed my hand in his and he gave me a warm smile and nodded.

"Now what?" I asked as he did nothing.

"I don't know, I came up through that pipe, you cannot go like that..." He said.

I'm a nice person but I am about to throw rocks at some people. Him in particular.

"Do you have any bedsheets or anything?" He asked.

"You are telling me that I would go down rupunzel style? Are you freaking out of your non existent mind?" I whisper yelled.

"Don't waste time. Look, I think someone is coming..." He warned and damn, I fidgeted.

I looked around taking off the the tablecloth, handing it to him, "does that work?"

"Not really..." He said, pulling the chair near the window and taking off the curtains.

He tied the three pieces of cloth to make a long rope. Long enough to reach the ground floor. He then tied it to the balcony.

"I'll go first and would stand down, then you come, okay?"

"What if it opens? What if the cloth tears apart. It seems kinda unreliable to be honest," I complained.

"Well then, die!" He said, once checking the strength and then sliding down without hesitation.

Jackie Chan? Min Yoongi? Yoongi Chan! Cute.

"What are you waiting for?" He yelled.

Love me like you do la la... For God sake. The fact that I exist totally pisses me off sometimes.

"Y-Yeah, a second," I yelled back, carefully holding the rope cautiously. No no, mission abort. My dress was so big that it made the movement of my legs clumsy and really unrewarding.

"Yoongi, I cannot, my hands are giving up," I yelled looking down at him, my heart beat was so loud.

"What? Just a little more Jee. I know you can do it."

"I cannot," I decried.

"I am counting on you, just a little more and then jump, I'll catch you."

"You're counting on me?"

"Yes!"

Well fuck then, I wrapped my legs around that rope, I don't know if that helped but I slowly reached a knot and fixed my feet on it.

"Jump."

"What?" I questioned.

"Jump I said," he repeated and I dont know from when I was so compliant to his wishes that I deliberately shut my eyes and jumped off.

Well, he is not that strong as he thought he was. He fell along with me but I atleast got a cushion. A sexy one too.

"Exactly how much do you weigh?" He asked, giving a confounded expression.

"You are a fucking weakling! Jungkook would have caught me!"

He pushed me slightly by my shoulders causing me to roll over. He got up, coughing awkwardly, a reddish hue painting his face in bright colors. He pulled out his mask from his pockets and placed it on.

"Get the fuck up, we don't have time," he said.

I was lying on the grass sideways, one hand supporting my head slightly upwards and I smirked. Like fuck everything, this is important. Rude jerkass is blushing. Oh my my.

"I'm leaving you, get married to that Suho, I don't care," he blurted out, dusting off his apparel.

"Ok ok," I got up, "Fuck, I guess I heard someone coming this way."

"Run idiot!" He yelled and got hold of my wrist running in a direction unknown to me.

"Oh isn't that Jee? Jee! Where are you going?" Someone yelled. I don't know who.

"The bride is running away!"

I heard the crowd murmurings and I don't know what kind of noises. My terror mounted with every step I took, I heard people following me. Panic surged through me and fear clawed up my throat.

All of a sudden, my foot got entangled in my gown and I tripped causing Yoongi to stumble back as I was holding his hand.

"Jee? Wait!" Someone yelled, sounding like my father.

"Get up, only a little more I swear," Yoongi said in a very calm tone.

I tried pulling my self back up but my foot was injured. I still took support of his hand and managed to stand. Pain was reeling through my nervous system... I hadn't felt something so real in a time now. Pain. Physical pain.

"Can you walk?" He asked.

"You think I can dumb fuck?" I said, agitated.

Suddenly he bent down to my knees and I was above the ground. My belly on his shoulder and he was picking me up like a sack. This way I could see the faces of the people behind us while he was running.

Adios. Rupunzel out of the castle fuckers!

I would have given them a dramatic wave but I was not in the situation. Their faces were pale and the reporters were teeming around, the camera flashlights almost blurring my vision.

He carried me and dumped me into a car and got in behind me. He couldn't even close the door when the car accelerated.

What did I do? I ran away? From my own wedding? Am I freaking out of my mind?

"Oh man! Fucking hell, I thought she would refuse you too," a voice came from the seat beside the driver's. Mi Hi looked back and grinned at me.

"For God sake, she didn't otherwise we had to use plan B!" Woobin blubbered from the driver's seat.

When did I made such relations? First, Minho then Mihi and Woobin and now, Yoongi.

"What was plan B?" I asked.

"Using chloroform and then kidnapping you," Yoongi answered nonchalantly while still panting. A satisfied smile stretching on his face.

Wow.

"A lot of things happened in the past week!" Mi Hi said with a contented smile.

"Oh I missed the drama. Well, a lot of things... Like?"

"Like Yoongi got back with Kim Jee," Woobin responded.

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