MOON || JIKOOK ✅

4.

JUNGKOOK POV

Jungkook let all the fuss of
the afternoon wash over him.

The tailor's frustration, Lord yvern's handwringing, the servants that rushed about.

He rose above it all, knowing
he was little more than a piece on a chess board being moved about.

The kingdom of Syria needed
this trade agreement and he would do whatever it took for
his kingdom and his people.

Even if it meant marrying a stranger under false pretenses.

All too soon, he found himself standing in front of the
celebrant in the small hall
they used for ceremonies.

There would be no big fanfare, like when his brothers were married.

This would be small, painted
as intimate by his father's advisers.

It had to be so because too
many people involved risked
the lie coming out.

The speed at which everything had happened gave him little chance to consider his situation.

It was probably for the best.

Too much time to think about things he couldn't change wouldn't help him get through this day and the days that followed.

The arrival of the group from
Syria caused a ripple of
murmurs to spread through
the room but little fanfare otherwise.

Jungkook focused his gaze on
the celebrant and stood tall, waiting for the small crowd behind him to settle as some
one was brought to stand next
to him.

The longer he stood there, the more aware he became of the man by his side.

His slighter stature marked
him out as an omega.

And the veil he wore told
Jungkook in no uncertain
terms that this was his
intended.

It was almost impossible to
make out anything beneath
the veil but then he didn't
have the luxury of more than
a few sideways glances.

He couldn't glean much past
the shivers the omega was
doing his best to suppress.

Jungkook wasn't surprised.

The hall was drafty and beneath the veil, the omega wore an outfit more suitable to
summer than spring.

It was almost a relief when
the celebrant began to speak.

The words washed over
him—words he'd heard a
dozen times before.

Jungkook said his piece and
his intended echoed him, his voice soft.

And then it was done and
Jungkook got his first proper
look at the omega he was now bound to.

Pale blue eyes stood out on an even paler face framed by
curly blond hair.

It was a prettier face than
Jungkook had any right to
expect given the rushed circumstances of their marriage, though there was an air of
frailty and fatigue about him.

Sleepless nights in anticipation
of the wedding, perhaps?

When the omega shivered
again, he offered him first his cloak and then his arm.

It was time for the hardest
part of this ruse—the wedding dinner.

His father had warned him to behave as his brother Joon
would have.

It was easy to draw on the memories of his older brother.

Joon had a charm about him
that drew people to him but he never had much conversation
for omegas when in public.