𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 [𝑱𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒌]𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃✅

9) Marriage

Jungkook pov

Today is my and Jimin’s wedding.

God, I’m just so happy.

Finally, I got my ideal Omega — the one who will be my Queen, and the Queen of the kingdom.

He’s everything I could ever wish for in a partner. Caring, loving, selfless, kind… and so, so beautiful. And that smile — oh, that’s my favorite. The way his eyes close when he smiles, like the world itself softens just to adore him.

Okay, now I’m missing him too much.

No worries. Today, I’ll finally have him as mine. After today, I’ll be able to see him, touch him, kiss him, scent him, and—

Okay, I need to stop now.

I sat down in the royal court, trying to compose myself.

“Summon my personal secretary,” I ordered one of the guards. Within minutes, the tall wooden doors opened and my secretary entered, bowing deeply.

“You called for me, Your Majesty?” he asked respectfully.

“Yes. I want to know if everything for the wedding has been completed,” I said, leaning slightly forward.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Everything is done. I made sure everything met your expectations. You can check it yourself if you’d like,” he replied, still bowing.

“That’s good,” I said with a faint smile. “And I don’t need to check. If you’re in charge, I know everything will be perfect.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” he said, bowing once again.

“Alright, you may go now. Bring my wedding outfit to my room. I’ll be there shortly.” I stood up from my seat.

“Yes, Your Majesty. I’ll bring it right away,” he said before leaving the court.

The wedding is being held in a special place neither in my kingdom nor in the Park Kingdom. I chose a location in between, one I personally own. It’s quiet, peaceful, and breathtakingly beautiful. The perfect place for a union like ours.

I believe the people from the Park Kingdom have already arrived by now. Which means I need to get ready quickly too.

As I entered my room, I heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I said.

The door opened, and my secretary stepped inside with my wedding outfit. Two Omega maids followed him, their heads bowed respectfully.

“Your Majesty, your wedding attire,” my secretary said, gesturing toward the outfit. “And these two Omegas are here to assist you in getting dressed.”

I shook my head lightly. “That won’t be necessary. I can dress myself. You all may leave.” My tone was calm — I didn’t want to sound rude. They were only doing their job, after all.