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The wedding took place in a quaint chapel nestled at the foot of a towering mountain range. The air was crisp and clean, carrying with it a hint of pine and the distant sound of rushing water.
The sky was a deep shade of blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds that seemed to dance playfully as they chased each other across the heavens.
The chapel itself was a testament to simplicity and elegance. Its exterior was adorned with ivy-covered walls, giving it a timeless charm. A wrought iron gate led up to the entrance, flanked by towering stone pillars that supported the steeple above.
Upon entering, guests were greeted by a warm, inviting atmosphere. Soft candlelight flickered from sconces mounted along the walls, casting a cozy glow over the pews.
The aisle was lined with delicate flowers, their fragrance filling the air. A wooden archway, adorned with flowers and ribbons, stood at the end of the aisle, marking the spot where Yn and Jungkook would soon exchange their vows.
Yn, a vision of ethereal beauty, slowly made her way down the aisle. Her wedding dress was a stunning creation, a fitting symbol of her innocence and purity.
It was white, flowing and embroidered with intricate floral designs. The bodice was fitted, accentuating her slender waist and full breasts, while the skirt flowed out gracefully, almost brushing against the floor.
Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, held in place by a simple yet elegant hairpin.
Her face was free of any makeup, allowing her natural beauty to shine through.
As she approached Jungkook, He was not looking happy as his eyes were fixed on her, his expression darkening.
He seemed unmoved by her beauty, her innocence, and the love that was so clearly written in her eyes.
"What a disappointment," he muttered under his breath, his gaze raking over her body, making her feel self-conscious and exposed.
Yn took her place beside Jungkook, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to ignore the cold, hard look in his eyes as they recited their vows, promising to love, honor, and cherish each other.
"Yn choi , Do you take Jungkook to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" the minister asked, his voice resonating through the chapel.
Yn looked at Jungkook with pleading eyes, her heart racing. She had been hoping for some kind of change, some sign that he would finally love her the way she deserved.
But the cold, hard expression on his face told her otherwise. As she stood beside him, she could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on her like a physical force.
"I d..do," Yn managed to squeak out, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. She felt a lump forming in her throat as she forced the words past the sudden tightness there.
"I do take you to be my husband," she continued, looking into Jungkook's eyes, searching for some sign of understanding, of compassion.
But all she found was the same cold anger that had been there since they first met.
"Jungkook Jeon, do you take Yn to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" the minister asked, his voice echoing through the chapel.
"I do," Jungkook answered, his voice cold and hard, barely masking the anger that threatened to boil over.
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to look into Yn's eyes, to meet her gaze as he spoke the words. But it was clear that there was no love, no warmth behind them.
"You may kiss the bride," the minister said with a smile, turning to Jungkook. But as Yn leaned in, expectantly, her eyes searching his for some sign of affection, Jungkook's expression remained unchanged.
His lips pressed against hers, not with the tenderness or passion she had hoped for, but with the coldness of a winter wind. Yn felt a chill run down her spine as she pulled away, her lips tingling from the lack of warmth.
"You have nice body, Mrs. Jeon," Jungkook whispered in her ear as he ran his eyes over her curvaceous figure.
Yn flinched at his words, feeling a mixture of anger and hurt. She wished she could tell him how much it hurt to hear him talk about her like that, to objectify her like she was nothing more than an object to be possessed.
But she knew that he wouldn't understand.
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Hey!!
It's my new fanfiction "Abusive husband"
I hope you all liked the first part, Did you?
Anyways Daily update? Maybe? {If my story passes 5k views}
