Forbidden Desire | J.JK

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Alexa

I always thought that the day I get married is going to be very special.

I had played out this day in my mind countless times, each scenario more enchanting than the last. In my vivid imagination, I saw myself adorned in a breathtaking, long white wedding gown, its intricate lace trailing behind me as I glided down the aisle. My hair would be elegantly styled in a cute bun, with delicate flowers artfully scattered throughout, adding a touch of whimsy to my bridal look. The air would be filled with the sweet scent of roses, and the soft glow of twinkling fairy lights would cast a magical ambiance over the scene.

In my daydream, I would be surrounded by all my loved ones, their eyes brimming with joy and anticipation. The aisle would be lined with beaming faces, their smiles reflecting the love and support they held for me. And at the end of that aisle, waiting for me, would be the man of my dreams. His eyes would sparkle with adoration, his smile a testament to the love we shared. We would exchange heartfelt vows, promising a lifetime of love, laughter, and unwavering support.

But reality had a funny way of shattering those dreams, leaving me standing here, in this moment of uncertainty. The grandeur of my imagined wedding day had been replaced by the stark reality of a dimly lit registry office, where I'm  waiting for our turn to sign the marriage papers. The room was devoid of any romantic ambiance, and it just felt awkward.

I glanced at the man who I'm going to marry today, a stranger whose face I had only glimpsed a handful of times in my life. How had I ended up here, in this moment, with someone I barely knew?

As I nervously fidgeted with the delicate lace hem of my casual attire, my heart sank with a profound sense of disappointment. Gone were the dreams of a grand celebration, replaced by the stark reality of a simple marriage that wasn't even real. But my hair, meticulously styled in a graceful bun, adorned with delicate pearl pins, was a small consolation. It was the one aspect that remained true to my dreams.

I couldn't help but constantly think of Jimin, my heart aching with longing and worry. It had been weeks since I last heard from him, and the absence felt like an eternity. A month after he bravely enlisted in the military, a letter finally arrived, bearing his familiar handwriting.

He described the grueling physical exercises he endured, pushing his body to its limits day after day. He mentioned how he couldn't wait to see me again. His playful nature shone through as he cheekily joked about his newfound muscularity, teasing that he could hardly fathom how much more impressive his physique would be upon his return in two years.

As I read his words, a bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I could almost envision Jimin's infectious laughter, his eyes twinkling with mischief. The thought of him growing stronger, both physically and mentally, during his time in the military filled me with a sense of pride and admiration. Yet, the ache in my heart remained, a constant reminder of the void his absence had left in my life.

Jungkook sat beside me, his body language betraying his discomfort. His eyes darted anxiously around the room. I wondered if he, too, had imagined his own  wedding day differently.

Dressed in a sleek ensemble of all black, Jungkook exuded an air of effortless elegance. The tailored suit hugged his frame perfectly, accentuating his chiseled features and making him even more captivating. The contrast of his dark attire against the muted surroundings only served to highlight his magnetic presence. It was evident that he had put thought into his appearance, a stark contrast to my own casual attire that seemed out of place in this solemn setting. At least one of us had put some effort in dressing nicely for this day.