𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

8

JK'S POV-

I wasn't the most moral of men. Anyone would tell you that. My sins were as dark a shade as they came in. But I had some beliefs in life, shit I held sacred.

Like family.

Like the Family.

Like taking care of my neighborhood.

And the purity of marriage.

I had no delusions when it came to the situation. yn's consent to the marriage had been forceful. She didn't truly have a choice in the matter. No halfway decent person would save themselves by sacrificing ten or twelve others. That wasn't how things worked.

And I might be a bastard in many—if not most—ways, but I didn't rape. That was one place where I drew a line.

I wasn't going to force myself on Y/N.

I trusted that in time she would learn to feel a connection toward me. And the physical part of the relationship would start.

But because I believed in the purity of marriage, in the vow you made to not only your partner but God, it meant I couldn't f*ck around anymore.

I had a feeling my balls were going to be blue before I got any relief.

But that was the choice that I'd made.

That shit I'd said to Y/N had just been to see how she would react. 

I wasn't disappointed.

Sure, the motivations might have been selfish, but I liked to hear the possessiveness in her tone.

"Is that the flowers?" I asked, coming down the stairs to see Jungwon standing in the kitchen with a box on the counter.

"I haven't opened it yet," he said as I made my way into the space. "Why are you bothering with flowers anyway?" he asked.

Young.

And therefore a little bit stupid.

"Because she will be my wife," I said, pulling the top off the box to reveal the specific type of bouquet I'd ordered. Because when watching y/n while planning the whole situation, I'd noticed she only ever picked up these kind of bouquet to keep at her apartment.

"But it's not a real marriage."

"It will be a real marriage," I told him. "It might not be traditional, but it is real. And because it is real, she will be afforded at least the smallest of gestures that convey how seriously I take the institution. So my wife will have a bouquet. Just like she has a dress and shoes and a ring."

"sheesh... I'm not getting married." Jungwon said, shaking his head.

"That's exactly how you should be thinking at your age." I agreed. 

"Until you are mature enough to give marriage the consideration it deserves. Are our brothers almost ready?" I asked.

"They are waiting downstairs."

"Good. And the church is ready?" I confirmed.

"The priest is waiting."

"Good..." I said, going through the list in my head, not wanting to miss anything. 

"Do you have the other box?" I asked, watching as my brother shook his head as he reached into his pocket to produce the black jewelry box. 

"I could get another best man if you have a problem," I reminded him. "I'm not short of any brothers to choose from." Aside from jungwon. And jaewook Who was hopefully being rotting in hell.