Yena's P.O.V
After the priest pronounced us husband and wife, we turned to face our families, ready to receive their blessings. The warmth of their smiles enveloped us as they showered us with well wishes and congratulations. Soon after meeting my parents, we moved towards his parents. As I approached Taehyung's mother, a sense of nervous anticipation fluttered in my chest. Would she accept me as her son's wife?
As she enveloped me in a warm hug, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. At that moment, I knew that she was genuinely happy about our marriage.
"Congratulations, my kids," Mrs. Kim whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm so happy for you both."
Despite the whirlwind of emotions and the uncertainty swirling within me, her genuine happiness brought a flicker of warmth to my heart.
"Thank you," I whispered, a hint of nervousness in my voice.
Pulling back slightly, she held my gaze, her eyes filled with a knowing kindness. "We haven't had much of a chance to talk," she said gently. "But I want you to know that I'm thrilled to welcome you into the family. And you don't have to thank me. You've already brought so much joy into our lives."
"Thank you, Mrs. Kim," l repeated, my voice filled with sincerity.
A smile bloomed on her face. "Call me Mom," she said, squeezing my hand gently. "Just like Taehyung does."
As we made our way through the crowd, we were greeted by friends and well-wishers eager to offer their congratulations. I caught sight of Jimin, his playful grin lighting up his face as he approached us.
"Congratulations, you two!" he exclaimed, pulling us both into a tight hug. "You make a beautiful couple."
Taehyung nodded, an unreadable gesture playing on his lips. "Thank you, Jimin," I replied.
As we mingled with our friends, I couldn't help but notice a familiar face standing beside Jimin. Taehyung introduced him as his friend Jungkook, and I greeted him with a polite smile, though the recognition sparked a flicker of curiosity within me.
It wasn't until Jimin's teasing remark that the pieces fell into place. "Ah, yes," he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "This is Jungkook, the handsome stranger as proclaimed by someone."
This was him. The "handsome stranger" from that fateful night at the bar. The memory, a jumbled mess of laughter and blurry confessions, flooded back to me. My heart skipped a beat as the memories of that drunken night came flooding back. Jungkook – the unwitting recipient of my drunken antics, the object of my misguided affections.
Taehyung, sensing my discomfort, excused himself to talk with Jungkook, leaving me standing beside Jimin. I watched as Taehyung hugged his friend. What must Jungkook be thinking of me?
Jimin must have sensed my unease because he leaned in, his voice a playful whisper. "Don't worry, Yena," he said with a reassuring smile. "Jungkook has a good sense of humour. He'll laugh it off, I'm sure."
I forced a weak smile, though the knot of anxiety in my stomach remained. I couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment that lingered, a constant reminder of my foolishness.
Stealing a glance at Taehyung, I saw a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
But as I watched Jungkook's easy smile as he greeted me, a glimmer of hope sparked within me. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't judge me for my drunken antics.
After bidding farewell to our families and friends, Taehyung and I moved towards his car. My wedding dress, a delicate masterpiece of silk, seemed to take up every inch of space in the front seat.
As we settled into the car, I couldn't help but feel a surge of nerves rising through me. The silence between us only served to amplify my anxiety. I glanced at him, but he remained silent, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.
With a sigh of relief, I kicked off my heels, the ache in my feet a painful reminder of the day's festivities. His eyes briefly caught my actions, but he said nothing, his attention still focused on the road.
The car ride stretched on, each passing minute feeling like an eternity. I fidgeted nervously, my mind racing with a million thoughts and fears.
Finally, we arrived at his penthouse. The lift doors opened with a soft chime, revealing the expansive interior of his home. My eyes went wide as I stepped inside, the sheer size of the place overwhelming me.
As we made our way through the spacious living area, I couldn't shake the feeling of being a stranger in this unfamiliar space. The emptiness of the penthouse echoed with our footsteps, a reminder that Taehyung lived alone in this vast, empty place.
As he led the way up the stairs, I followed silently behind him, our footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.
At the end of the hallway, he stopped in front of a door and turned towards me, his expression unreadable. "This is your room," he said, gesturing towards the door. "Your luggage has already been shifted inside. You'll find everything you need in there."
My gaze followed his outstretched finger as it landed on a room in front of mine.
Taehyung pointed to the door opposite mine. "And this is my room. After you change, come downstairs for dinner." His voice was devoid of emotion.
Living in the same house as him was one thing, but separate rooms felt like a physical barrier, a tangible symbol of the emotional distance I sensed between us.
With that, he turned and headed towards his room, leaving me standing in the hallway, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.
Taking a deep breath, I turned back to my room and pushed the door open. The room was stunning. A plush king-sized bed dominated the centre, draped in silken sheets the colour of moonlight. The space was bathed in soft lamplight, casting a warm glow over the cosy interior. My clothes were neatly stacked in a walk-in closet. All other necessary things were arranged in their supposed place. Maybe his staff prepared the room and unpacked my luggage in advance.
A rush of emotions swept over me. I had expected us to share a room, as couples typically do after getting married, although I was not prepared for that as well. However, Taehyung's straightforwardness about our separate living arrangements caught me off guard. It wasn't that I had a strong preference for sharing a room with him; it was just the suddenness of his words that took me by surprise. Anyway, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. A private sanctuary, a space just for me to breathe felt like a small comfort.
This was our new normal – separate rooms, separate lives, yet bound together by the vows we had exchanged. Shaking off the unwelcome thoughts, I walked towards the expansive closet. It was already filled with neatly arranged clothes, a selection of everything I might need. Stripping off the heavy layers of my wedding gown, I stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold water wash away the exhaustion of the day.
Dressed in more comfortable pyjamas, now it was time to face the next chapter of our lives together, starting with dinner downstairs. With a deep breath, I made my way out of the room.
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Namjoon's pre-release single 'Come back to me' was released yesterday. The song was really good and comforting. But I just loved the music video so much. Moreover, I love Namjoon's se×y brain😂💜🩵
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