EDITED

*WARNING: Strong language used ahead *
The girl in the gif is Jungkook's cousin. 

Ch 12 | Christmas party

Mirae |

I had to wake up early in the morning.

Seeing Mrs. Jeon had sent tight kicks in my stomach, I haven't forgotten yesterday but it's better to forget and start anew. 

She made me wear all of her latest designs including accessories. This procedure took us over 5 hours, I'm not going to brag but is this how long rich people take up to pick between a few clothes?

Around the afternoon the housemaids have finished decorating, they've added few touches of decor here and there and set up all the alcoholic supplies and food on the long table set aside the grand hall.

 A big decorated Christmas tree was put in the corner near the balcony matching the chandelier's crystal, fairy lights.

During the whole preparation, Jungkook was nowhere to be seen, I only saw him in the morning he went outside the garden maybe for a stroll. The party is going to start soon I better find him before I get roasted by his mother.

"Mirae, bring Jungkook real fast the guests are going to be here any mom-" the guard door interrupted by calling the guests' name and surname letting them pass a lot more are coming. Oh no, they're already here.

"Just go" Mrs. Jeon whispered, she elegantly escorted her self away to the guests chuckling lady-like picking a wine glass as a waiter went past

"The kid is never at sight" I run around the garden suddenly holding my legs down. Jungkook sat on a bench with his legs crossed playing on his phone.

This kid will never change. I charge to him trying to walk straight but glistering pain shot through my right foot slowing me down.

Bumshizz! How am I going to survive till midnight now?

Jungkook looks up at me with a poker face, I glare at him standing in front of his face "the guests are here, you better come right now"

He glares at me "who are you to speak to me like that" he stood up. It seems like he's already changed with a blue hoodie under his black suit. He really likes this bad boy look.

"Your Noona" I smirk.

"I'm not going"

I raise an eyebrow scoffing, this kid is testing my patience my foot is going to crack soon if we don't get moving.

"Are you testing my patience kid, you need to go now before I drag you myself"

"I don't give a fuck"

Did he just use that language on me! He stayed in his sitting position challenging me while my left foot started getting his twin's disease.

 My feet are seriously going to break apart. I hate long, stick heels for a reason, 4 inches long it's too extreme; let's be real here girls.

"Jeon Jungkook!" I glare at him, my anger is fuming to come out "I don't care whether you want to listen to me or not, you get up from that bench and make your ass go to the grand hall for Pete's sake!"

"No! I don't give a shit. Leave me the fuck alone! For fuck's sake" suddenly he stood up after his outburst.

He looked at me with his sharp green eyes, his face fumed in anger as he breathed in and out tightening his fists like he wants to punch something. Bids of sweat rolled down his pale cheeks giving his darkish brown hair a messy, heated look.

With one last glare, he walked away. Fast.

I stood there perplexed, he just threw his phone on the pond? And then walked away like it was nothing. I glare at the way the 11-year-old went.

I'm not surprised by his inappropriate language, kids use to use the same language in my school back when I was 11. I sigh going back to the party. My ears suddenly stopped the chatters and noises instead buzzed a sound when my heart picks up a nervous rhythm of the beat.

"You bitch! My poor dress is wet now" a girl with light brown hair sneered with anger splashing out her tone.

I didn't realize I accidentally hit the waiter's plate of wine and throw it on her bright red dress. Small fragments of the wine bottles were spread broken on the marble floor, a huge liquid of expensive wine contrasted with the white ground turning the red liquid pink on the white marble floor.

"Do you know who I am girl?! I'm the minister's daughter! I'm uncle and auntie Jeon's niece you dork. Wait when I tell them to send a restraining order against your pathetic family"

A restraining order for what? merely spilling wine of her, it was a mere accident I didn't mean it. Whispers rose around the guests and suddenly all I could hear are whispers and more hurtful whispers.

"Do you know who she is?"

"No, I never have seen her on TV. What does her family do?"

"She's probably a maid. Look what happened to her hair it's all over the place"

My throat tightened as tears took its route to reveal itself. I bit my lip looking up at a familiar face of the girl I spilled wine on. She does look awfully familiar wait- Suha?

Ko Min Suha? Her resemblance is close to my main bully from grade school. The girl in front of me widened her eyes shocked for a moment and suddenly replaced with a smirk.

She turned to the guests sighing "ladies and gentlemen, it's nothing I come to realize this is a friend from childhood. I made a mistake" she placed her hand on her heart looking at me with a painfully, sick smile.

The guests didn't speak any further and went back to their own conversations. The girl glared at me she snatched my wrists on her hand painfully dragging me to a balcony where there's no one.

What's wrong with her the pain on my feet is increasing like poison. 

she made 'tch' sound crossing her arms over her now almost dry dress. Her dress is so red that you can't tell I've spilled wine on it.

"Lee Mirae, the ugly duckling and poor girl" I looked at her as all the painful memories flew back in my mind.

Minsuha. My bully from grade school. I glare at her mastering the same courage as her and cross my arms over my chest.

"Wearing Chanel perfume ₩1,769,185.46, Gucci heels ₩11,794,569, Pandora accessories of ₩23,589,139 golden pin ₩4,717,827 and my untie' latest winter fall's design ₩64,870,133 she analyzed me up and down like she won't believe what is in front of her. 

I'm not that ugly am I?

"Total of ₩106 million huh? What are you playing at Mirae... Stealing from the mansion!" She screamed.

I look at her confused containing my anger inside me. I won't let her bully me anymore.

"Stealing from the mansion? Have you been on drugs for the past years? With tight security like the Jeon's you think anyone can steal, you must have low self-esteem towards your family then"

I spat out! I can't believe my nightmare made its show. Minsuha it's a Jeon's relative. God, then please have mercy upon me. 

"Fine! I don't care why you are here? shouldn't you be like doing your housemaid work and wear those low life, ugly dirty green, and white outfits?"

I bite my lip so hard making it bleed, she held her right hand out rubbing her thumb and index finger making a signature money sign.

"Oh honey don't be confused I think you owe me ₩129million. It was one of auntie Jeon's Spring collection from last fall"

I gape at her with my eyes wide and mouth forming an 'o' shape. That money can get me a good future b-but ₩129million it's going to make me cry now. 

"What?" I whisper looking at the small wet patch on her red dress.

It was my fault at the end of the day, the heels always give me a nightmare whenever and wherever I am. I sigh looking at her with my eyes gazed down at the floor.

I suddenly realized how cold and chilly the night is. My hands feel numb I can't feel the freezing skin. 

"Look, I know you're poor and blah, blah, blah but you owe me this huge amount bitch. I'm not letting you go without any payment-" Minsuha stopped talking looking awkwardly past me.

 I follow her gaze turning around only to be met with beautiful pairs of green eyes.

"What happened Noona?"

"Ah! Jungkook this girl in front-" she started her complain but got cut off by Jungkook's snicker.

"I ain't asking you I'm asking Mirae Noona" his dead eyes bore through her soul as he stood beside carefully analyzing her dress

He continued "this dress was a present my mom gave it to you for your boring birthday last year, why pay for it when you can ask for another one for free. You always ask for free anyways, so?"

He raised an eyebrow towards her, his face dead in expression but his lips tugged into an unusual smirk. It wasn't a smirk he would always give it to me rather it was a smirk hiding his anger behind it.

It doesn't seem like Jungkook is very fond of her, she looked at him biting her lip then turning a menacing glare at me. I'm lost in my own world of worry.

Jungkook |

I look at the ugly thing before me. I think my eyes will hurt and fall off the thing in front of me is too hideous and ugly to even glance for a second. How dare she ask my Mirae for money!

This bitch is trying to throw trouble stepping her dirty feet at my property. Ugly witch! when I inherit everything from my dad this bitchy witch will have no connections with us anymore and all the funds will be cut off. 

This thin ass stick thing has to work for her own ass.

"But Jungkook, you don't understand you're only-"

"11, what's my age got to do with the situations at hand now? I'm not dumb like you and ain't poor like your family asking for money every month. Get your family work for your own asses!" I spit suddenly my tight fists are aching to meet with her face.

I can't help it but then Mirae's soft voice calmed me down "Jungkook, I think that's enough" she whispered holding her freezing small hands with mine.

"Don't try to get involve-"

"She can get involved whenever the fuck she wants. My business is her business, you stick your poor, hideous ass away from my business!" I hiss, my eyes burn in rage. I want to so painfully strangle her.

The fucking desire is becoming too strong to hold it in. My beast is screaming to get out and kill the motherfucker in front of me. I grit my teeth squeezing Mirae's hand slowly in motion my body relaxed. I just need to know she's next to me.

"Say goodbye to your future dresses because now you know my mother will not give you a single seasonal fall's new designs" I glare at her pitiful look storming away pulling Mirae with me.

That bitch must've made Mirae uncomfortable.

We walked for a bit coming holt in front of the unused door only for the maids to the grand hall.

"Thank you, Kookie" The old nickname brought out old memories from before, a rare soft almost invisible smile tugged onto my lips but I quickly replaced it with a scowl.

I turn around looking at her "You could've looked out where you go, you're kind of clumsy and stupid look what you've almost got your self" I brag to her. It's for her own good.

She sighs pulling a forced smile "yeah I know, I am clumsy and stupid. I'm sorry for wasting your time" she whispered sadly the last part walking away to the hall disappearing through the sea of guests.

The guilty pain cornered in my heart begging me to ask her to forgive me. I just ignore it walking to my mother talking to some guests.

Judging by eomma's eyes, she's shocked to see me. She but her lip smiling proudly at me, she gestured me to the guests introducing me.

How low life and pathetic can these people get? These old fat people are they're already talking about their daughters to me being eligible at this and that, marriage and some pathetic, useless things.

 I don't give a shit about them, I have eyes for only one girl, just one beauty in my eyes. My one and only, my princess and everything

"My Mirae"