An innocent omega named Jimin was forced by his mother to marry an underworld leader who became obsessed with his unmatched beauty from the time he first saw him at a business party with his parents.
He asked his father politely for Jimin's hand man...
Jimin stood gracefully before the floor-length mirror adorning his room. His reflection not only captured his outward appearance but also revealed the depth of emotion shimmering in his beautiful and mesmerizing eyes.
The marks left by Jungkook's hungry mouth a night before, were meticulously concealed beneath a thick layer of foundation, as Jimin was wearing a slightly revealing wedding dress for the day.
This particular garment held special significance, as it was handpicked by Jungkook himself during his trip to Paris. He made it clear that Jimin should not wear anything gifted by his mother or Jae.
As Jimin gazed upon himself, he admired the soft lace fabric that adorned his top and the attached silk skirt that cascaded elegantly to the floor, accentuating his every curve. His youthful radiance hinted at the maturity of becoming someone's bride this day. A delicate veil was secured over his head, with his hair gathered in a low bun, some loose strands were delicately framing his face. While a piece of precious jewelry adorning his head, a small tiara, a gift from his father procured during a trip to Russia, which held the veil in place with grace and elegance.
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His face had minimal makeup, with just light foundation and a tint for his lips, yet it was enough for his already gorgeous face to glow beautifully.
However, beneath his poised exterior, Jimin's heart raced within his chest. His eyes glistened with a hint of moisture as he nervously bit his lip in anticipation. As the moment to walk down the aisle drew near, Jungkook was nowhere to be found. Jimin cast desperate glances toward the door of his room, yearning for Jungkook's presence to reassure him.
Just as anxiety threatened to overwhelm him, a knock on the door brought a flicker of hope to Jimin's face. With eager anticipation, he turned towards the sound, only to have his joy dimmed by the sight of his mother entering the room, with her makeup overly done.
Masking his disappointment, Jimin quickly averted his gaze back to the mirror, a solitary tear escaping his sapphire-like eyes. With a swift motion, he wiped it away, forcing a smile onto his lips as he recalled Jungkook's reassuring words from the night before.
