BTS IMAGINES

Oneshot Collection

Oneshot 1 : When you ditch your atlrranged fiance at the altar to marry your boyfriend but years later meet your arranged fiance again, him who is your divorce lawyer now.

Crimson velvet lined the aisle, leading to a flower arch bathed in golden afternoon light. Jungkook, impeccably dressed in his white suit, fidgeted with his cufflinks. Butterflies, a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, fluttered in his stomach. He glanced back at his friends, the six other members of BTS, who were grinning mischievously.

"Nervous, Jungkookie?" Taehyung nudged him, his boxy grin widening.

"A little," Jungkook confessed, a blush creeping up his neck. "But mostly excited."

"Excited to lose your bachelorhood, huh?" Jimin chimed in, his eyes twinkling.

"Excited to see Y/n," Jungkook corrected, his voice firm yet soft.

He'd only met Y/n a few times, brief encounters arranged by their families. The Jeon and the Han families were old friends, practically business partners, and an arranged marriage between their children seemed like the perfect way to solidify their bond. Y/n, a fiery redhead with a wit as sharp as her stethoscope, hadn't exactly warmed up to Jungkook during those meetings. Yet, there was something about her, a quiet defiance behind her emerald eyes, that had captivated him.

The wedding march filled the air, pulling everyone's attention to the back of the hall. Jungkook's heart hammered in his chest. He saw Y/n's father, a proud smile on his face, escorting an empty space. Panic clawed at him. Where was Y/n?

A collective gasp rippled through the guests. Jungkook's friends exchanged worried glances. The once joyful ceremony became a chilling tableau. Mr. Han stood awkwardly, his smile replaced by a frown.

"There must be some mistake," he mumbled, his voice tight.

Moments later, Mrs. Han rushed in, tears streaming down her face, clutching a crumpled piece of paper. The room fell silent.

"She... she ran away," Mrs. Han choked out, her voice breaking. "There's a note."

Jungkook felt the blood drain from his face. He snatched the note from Mrs. Han's trembling hand, his eyes blurring with shock.

"Dear Mom and Dad," the note read, in Y/n's neat, hurried handwriting, "I can't do this. I appreciate everything you've done for me, truly. But arranged marriages are a thing of the past. I want to choose my own path, live my life freely. I'm sorry it had to come to this, but I'm with Minjun. We love each other and we're going to be happy together. Please forgive me. Love, Y/n."

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Jungkook crumpled the note in his hand, the edges digging into his skin. The vibrant colors of the wedding hall faded into a dull gray. The happy chatter turned into a cacophony of whispers and gasps. He didn't care about any of it. His heart ached with a dull ache, the weight of rejection and disappointment crushing him.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Jungkook stood there like a statue, numb to the apologies, the frantic explanations, the disappointed sighs. He finally excused himself, seeking refuge in the quiet of the garden behind the venue.

His friends found him there, sitting on a rickety bench, staring blankly at the setting sun. They settled around him in a worried silence.

"Jungkookie," Jimin said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We're here for you."

"I don't understand," Jungkook mumbled, his voice hoarse. "I thought... I thought she was okay with it."

"Maybe her heart wasn't in it," Namjoon spoke gently. "There must be a reason she ran away."