Indebted...

Part-32

Jungkook's pov

The morning of the reception, I was in the vanity of one of the guest rooms. Satisfied that I could now tick the final item off the checklist, I let out a sigh. After breakfast, I'd moved my dress, shoes, and other garments in there, along with all the bits and bobs I'd need while getting ready.

I didn't want to dress in my room because several people would be with me this morning-all of whom were due to arrive any minute now. It wouldn't have bothered me to have them in my room if Taehyung hadn't officially moved his things in there the previous day. Now that it was also his space, I knew he wouldn't want other people entering it.

Putting a hand on my queasy stomach, I blew out a breath. I'd thought my nerves would be calm by now, but there was apparently no such luck.

Filled with last-minute preparations for the reception, the previous day had gone past in a blur. I'd tried relaxing myself with a manicure, pedicure, and feel-good movie. Maybe it worked, or maybe I was just tired, but I slept surprisingly well. Then again, Tae had fucked me so hard and long last night that he'd sapped a lot of my energy, so that could have been the reason.

Now, I felt somewhat jumpy with anticipation. The reception was no longer simply a party, no longer part of a fake marriage routine. It would be meaningful. Special.

I wasn't just Taehyung's wife on paper now. I was his wife in every sense of the word. The marriage was officially real. And the reception was our chance to celebrate that.

"Everything ready in here?"

I whirled around to find Taehyung in the doorway. "Yes. I've gathered everything that Changbin listed for me. If it turns out that something else is needed, I can blame him for the oversight."

Taehyung crossed to me. "Nervous?"

"My stomach's all fluttery, but in a good way. I can't quite believe the day is finally here. The past week has whizzed by." I eyed him. "You don't look in the least bit jittery."

He shrugged. "What is there to be stressed about? You're fine. I'm fine. Changbin and Mia have all the details covered. No last-minute emergencies have cropped up." He stepped a little closer. "The only thing I'm worried about is you having one of your migraines. But you only have them in the evenings, so that's not something we need to watch out for until later."

I hadn't even considered that I might have a migraine. It was warming that he had.

He cupped my hip. "You're still not going to give me a peek of your dress?"

"Nope. You'll have to wait." I snickered at the petulant look on his face. "God, you are so spoiled."

He grunted. "You know I don't like to wait."

The buzzer sounded.

He whipped his phone out of his pocket and brought up the security app. "It's Changbin and a few of his people." He pocketed his cell and then squeezed my hip. "I'll escort them up here to you and then I'll go get dressed in our room. Once I'm ready, I'll wait for you downstairs."

I nodded. "Okay."

He gave me a soft, languid, toe-curling kiss. "Breathe. Relax. Smile. All is fine." With that, he left the room.

He returned a minute later with Changbin, the hairstylist, and the makeup artists. Changbin gently ushered him away, insisting Taehyung not see me again until I was dressed and ready to leave. Tae shot him an unimpressed look but obligingly exited the room.

Changbin crossed to me, smiling brightly. "How are you feeling, darling? Nervous?"

"A little. I can't quite shake it off."