Third person's pov
Jungkook stood in front of the ornate mirror, his reflection shrouded in the dimly lit room. He wore a breathtaking black gown that clung to his form like a second skin. The fabric was smooth as silk, flowing elegantly to the floor, accentuating his slender figure.
The intricately designed lace on the gown added a touch of timeless beauty. His fingers trembled slightly as they traced the delicate lace patterns on his veil, which gracefully framed his face.
Jungkook's outfit:
The room was filled with an air of tense anticipation, the only sound being the soft rustle of fabric as Jungkook adjusted his veil. His heart raced, not out of excitement, but out of a cocktail of emotions that swirled within him.
He'd never imagined himself in this situation, let alone dressed as a bride, about to marry a man he barely knew and certainly didn't love.
The door creaked open, and Mr. Jeon entered the room, dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. His face bore the stern, unyielding expression that Jungkook had grown accustomed to over the years. There was an awkward silence as they both met each other's gaze in the mirror.
"Jungkook," Mr. Jeon's voice was devoid of any warmth, "It's time."
Jungkook clenched his fists, his nails digging into the delicate fabric of his gown, " Hmm."
Outside, in a grand ballroom adorned with opulent decorations, guests gathered for the ceremony.
The air was thick with anticipation as the masked billionaire, Kim Taehyung, awaited his bride.
Taehyung's outfit:
Taehyung stood at the altar, his expression unreadable as he watched the entrance.
As Jungkook entered the ballroom, a hushed murmur spread through the crowd. The guests were captivated by the sight of Jungkook's beauty.
The air was heavy with anticipation as Mr. Jeon led Jungkook down the elegant aisle, his steps deliberate, his grip firm on his Jungkook's arm.
As they neared the altar, Taehyung, stood waiting. His face were hidden behind the black mask, but his posture exuded an air of calculated authority.
Mr. Jeon halted at the altar, and with a terse nod, he relinquished Jungkook's arm. The exchange was devoid of affection,
Taehyung extended his gloved hand to Jungkook, his gaze unreadable behind the mask. "Jungkook," he murmured, his voice as cold and precise as ever.
Jungkook hesitated for a moment, his fingers brushing against Taehyung's glove. This was the defining moment of their union, the point of no return. With a deep breath, Jungkook placed his hand in Taehyung's, their fingers entwining in a gesture that sealed their fates.
The priest, a solemn figure in flowing robes, began the vows. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung."
Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest as the priest continued, his words a stark contrast to the grandeur of the ceremony. "This marriage is not to be entered into lightly but reverently, passionately, and with a deep sense of responsibility. Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung, do you pledge to be faithful, loving, and loyal to each other?"
Taehyung's voice was steady as he recited the vows, his masked face giving away nothing. "I do."
Jungkook took a deep breath, his voice tinged with defiance as he spoke his vows. "I do."
The priest continued, "May your love be a sanctuary and a source of strength in the challenges that lie ahead. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may seal your commitment with a kiss."
As the priest's words hung in the air, the moment when they were expected to share their first kiss as a married couple loomed ominously. Deep within, Jungkook's heart recoiled with a mixture of distaste and anxiety.
He wished fervently that Taehyung wouldn't follow through with the traditional kiss,
" I swear if he kisses me, I will kick his ass, infront of everyone." Jungkook thought in his mind.
However, to Jungkook's surprise, Taehyung had other plans. Instead of leaning in for a kiss, he simply patted Jungkook's head gently, his gloved hand a brief, almost paternal touch.
Relief washed over Jungkook.
The priest, proceeded with the announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honor to present to you, for the first time as a married couple, Mr. Kim Taehyung and Mrs kim Jungkook."
The guests erupted into applause once more, their cheers masking the underlying tension that lingered between the newlyweds. As they made their way down the aisle, this time as a married couple, Jungkook couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the situation.
As the wedding celebrations drew to a close, the time had come for Jungkook to depart with Taehyung, his newly appointed husband. The grandeur of the day had given way to a sense of finality that hung in the air,
Mr. Jeon, approached his son, his expression a mix of conflicting emotions.
He hugged Jungkook tightly, his arms a desperate attempt to convey a father's love that had been absent for so long. But Jungkook remained unresponsive, his body stiff in his father's embrace. There was no reciprocation, no smile to offer in return.
Yoongi, followed closely behind. He kissed Jungkook's forehead gently, his eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and concern. "Take care, kookie," he whispered, his voice laced with genuine affection.
Jungkook nodded,
Jin, stepped forward to assist Jungkook. With a subtle nod to Taehyung, he guided Jungkook toward the waiting car.
The ride to the Kim mansion was eerily silent, the only sound being the soft hum of the car's engine and the distant cityscape outside the windows. Jungkook sat in his gown, feeling like an unwilling participant in an elaborate charade. His thoughts were a whirlwind of uncertainty, wondering what awaited him in this unfamiliar place.
After what felt like an eternity, the car came to a halt, and Taehyung stepped out, his movements graceful and deliberate. Jungkook, on the other hand, found himself struggling to get out of the car with his cumbersome gown. He tugged at the fabric, trying not to trip over it as he awkwardly clambered out.
Once outside, he looked around, expecting to see a helpful servant or a butler who could assist him. To his dismay, there was no one in sight.
Desperation overtook him, and he called out to Taehyung, who was already making his way toward the entrance of the mansion. "Taehyung!" Jungkook's voice held a note of frustration and irritation.
Taehyung turned around, his masked face showing no emotion as he regarded Jungkook. "What is it?"
Jungkook glared at him, his irritation bubbling to the surface. "Where are your servants? I need someone to take my luggage to my room!"
Taehyung's response was unexpected, and it added a layer of absurdity to the situation. He shrugged indifferently and replied, "I don't have many servants, and they usually leave in the evening. You'll have to handle your luggage yourself."
Jungkook's eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and exasperation on his face. "You mean I have to carry all this by myself?" He gestured to his voluminous gown and the luggage nearby.
Taehyung nodded, unfazed. "Yes, it's not a big deal."
Jungkook's frustration reached its peak, and he let out a comically exasperated shout, his voice echoing through the mansion's courtyard. "This is ridiculous!"
Taehyung watched the display with a raised eyebrow, seemingly unaffected by Jungkook's outburst. Without another word, he turned and continued toward the entrance of the mansion, leaving Jungkook to grumble and wrestle with his gown and luggage.
" I wish I could throw this bag on his face aishh. "
Jungkook knew that his new life as the "Mrs." of the Kim mansion was off to a rather rocky start, but he had no choice but to adapt to the unexpected challenges that lay ahead. And so, with a mixture of annoyance and determination, he began the task of lugging his belongings inside the mansion, his long gown billowing around him as he navigated the unfamiliar terrain.
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