Rosé POV

"I'm sorry harabuji, appa...."I said as me and the girls tried to tidy up the place while my grandfather is sat on the couch with my father and Jimin sitting beside him.

I gulped at the scene before me.

The whole BTS were standing in line as they look down, intimidated with my grandfather's presence.

I won't blame them. My grandfather exudes charisma and power. He is indeed intimidating.

"So, Jimin, how is you grandfather?" I heard my harabuji asked as I help Jisoo unnie carry the trash to the kitchen.

"Yah, what's happening?" Jennie asked in panic the moment all four of us were out of the other's sight.

"When did you get married to Jimin?" Lisa asked confused.

"Yeah, I think you forgot to mention something so important like that to us, Park Chaeyoung" Jisoo unnie crossed her arms.

I tried to open my mouth to explain but my mind was off and I can't seem to think well right now.

Knowing the fact that my grandfather was sitting on the living room with the boys is enough to make my mind go crazy.

When did everything went so wrong?

"Can I explain later? I really need to attend my family outside." I pleaded and the girls sigh.

"You better, because I swear I won't buy any of your s after this." Jennie scoffed as we all head back to the living room.

I sigh as I try to visualize the scenario later.

I swear it will be bloody. Knowing the girls, they will demand to know every ing details and I am not prepared at this time.

This won't be good.

Once I am out of the kitchen, the rest of the boys looked at me and I swear Jimin looked paler than ever.

"Right on time, why don't you sit with your husband, Chaeyoung." I nodded at my grandfather before heading beside Jimin.

I tried my best to avoid eye contact with the others.

Apart from Yoongi oppa, nobody knew about our marriage.

Well, nobody until five minutes ago.

"Harabuji, what makes you come and visit me?" I can't help but ask.

My voice was shaking. Jimin must have noticed because he automatically grabbed my hand in attempt to calm me down.

We heard him chuckle.

My dad looked at me apologetically, probably because he wasn't able to inform us beforehand with their arrival.

My grandfather cleared his throat.

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