𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐊

9

Y/N'S POV-

I'd dreamed of my wedding day countless times in my life.

My family used to tease me when, as a girl and even a teen, I used to buy wedding magazines and cut out my favorite dresses or flower arrangements or cakes.

It had all always been very clear to me.

A big church wedding with my family and friends followed by a reception somewhere. Something beautiful, but simple. Not trying too hard.

But I'd never dated any man.

I was a romantic one, though. I believed he would find me if I gave him enough time.

It would have saved me from this fate if i've already dated someone.

If I'd done that, though, would it be one of my female cousins in my place instead? I couldn't imagine a single one of them being condemned to this fate. Maybe it was better that it was me.

In all the times I pictured my wedding day, though, I never imagined being dragged out in the freezing cold in what was no more than a slip. Without my mom. Or my brother. With absolutely friggin no one that loved me around.

At that thought, I felt the sting in my eyes again, needing to blink the tears back as Jungkook kept leading me down the aisle and up toward the altar where the priest stood waiting for us. 

Waiting to seal my fate.

He seemed clueless to my being forced into the situation, at least. He gave me a tight smile that spread when it shifted to Jungkook.

Strange.

But okay.

From there, things were a bit of a blur.

Words were read from the Bible.

Then Jungkook was being told to recite his vows.

I watched as he produced the wedding ring that was clearly designed to go with my engagement ring.

I was more distracted by Jungkook's warm hands on my frigid ones as he said his words. Maybe he looked at me. I didn't know. I had my gaze downcast, a part of me was so disassociated that the priest needed to call me twice to start repeating after him.

And then we got to the words.

Those two words.

The ones that would seal this whole deal.

"Miss?" the priest prompted again, making me shake my head, snapping out of my stupor.

"I... do." I'd barely managed to choke the words out.

But they came out and they were heard.

And it was all over.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." the priest said.

My stomach twisted at the words.

But before I could even think to respond to them, Jungkook's hand was grabbing the back of my neck with the same pressure and possessiveness that he'd done back in his apartment. This time, though, he was dragging me forward until my chest crushed to his before his lips were crashing down on mine.

There was nothing soft or sweet or even formal about this kiss.

It was rough and painful as it was my first kiss.

Before I could even count to five, though, it was over, and Jungkook was thanking the priest, saying he would see him soon, then turning to go down the aisle again.