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one thing right. 01
“i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.”
or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.
pairing. jeon jungkook x female reader genre. fake marriage au; childhood friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, angst, humor, future smut, slow burn word count. 5,086 masterlist. playlist.
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contains. explicit language, mentions of drunkenness, brief allusion to prior physical abuse allegations, depictions of dementia
greer note. this is quite americanized as we do not have universal healthcare which is a major plot device of the series; however, if you get confused by it, just keep in mind it’s a marriage of convenience! this fic is also inspired by my otp in the television show ‘bates motel’
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“OOF! OW!” you cried, jostled awake as your body hit the concrete floor. You blinked slowly, blearily taking in your surroundings as you tugged an arm free from the tangled blanket encasing you. It didn’t take long for you to realize where you were. If the stark lighting and the concrete floor wasn’t enough to clue you in, the sight of the metal toilet a few feet away from you, its base decorated with remnant chunks of vomit, certainly did.
You rubbed your face, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried your best to remember the events from the night before that had led you here. But apart from your killer headache and the vomit evidence, nothing was coming back to you. It’d been a long time since you’d gotten so wasted that you’d blacked out. What could you possibly have done to land yourself here sometime in the middle of the night?
“Oh, good!” a female voice suddenly sounded behind you. “You’re awake. I’ll call Sheriff Jeon and let him know.”
You tugged at the blanket still tangled around your legs. “Why does he have to know I’m awake?” you grumbled.
“He has to be the one to release you. He went home for a few hours though and hasn’t come back. I think he probably fell asleep.” You finally freed your legs, tossing the thin blanket back onto the concrete slab you’d been sleeping on earlier. “Lord knows he could use the rest,” the woman continued, an unmistakable dreamy look capturing her features. “He works so hard.”
You huffed, slowly dragging your body back up onto the concrete slab, your head slightly swimming from the effort. “Yeah, it must be so hard running a tiny town like this,” you smarted back. “It’s a real challenge to make sure that none of the teenagers loiter in front of the laundromat for too long.”
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