Muffled Groans 🔞

Part:2 🔞

With a solemn ceremony in the grand hall of the cathedral, the priest stood before the couple and the many guests as he began to recite the traditional wedding vows.

Jungkook stood, facing his bride but his eyes were full of hatred, and disgust upon his face as he looked at her. The bride stood across from him, her head lowered as she fiddled nervously with her dress, unable to look him in his eyes .

Jeon Jungkook , do you promise to take Miss y/n as your lawfully wedded wife, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, from this day forward until death do you part?"

The priest looked towards Jungkook, waiting for his response. His face was stoic, his eyes locked on the bride as he gave a sharp, cold reply. "I do."

Do you, Miss y/n, promise to take Mister Jungkook as your lawfully wedded husband, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, from this day forward until death do you part?"

The priest turned to the bride, who stood nervously fidgeting with her dress. She took a deep breath before answering softly, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I do."

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

Jungkook stepped forward, grabbing the Y/n's arm roughly and pulling her towards him. Without a word, he pressed his lips against hers in a cold, emotionless kiss. At that moment, it was clear that the love and passion between them were replaced only by bitterness and resentment.

As Jungkook forces his lips against hers, Y/n struggles weakly under his grip. Her eyes open wide, her doe-like gaze pleading silently for him to stop. She tries to break free, but his hand tightens around her arm, holding her in place as the kiss continues.
Jungkook finally pulled away from the kiss, a look of disappointment on his face. He looked down at the bride with a scoff and said, " You aren't even a good kisser, you taste terrible."

The father walked up to the couple, a stern look on his face. "It's time to take your bride home," he said to Jungkook

But Jungkook turned to his father, his face contorting into a scowl. "I am not her servant," he replied curtly. "If she needs to be sent home, send her with any of the workers. I have more important things to do."

The father's expression darkened at his son's response, but before he could respond, he noticed the bride standing awkwardly nearby.
As Jungkook storms away, the bride is left standing there feeling abandoned and humiliated. The groom's father turns to her, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. "Don't mind my son, my dear," he mumbles. "He has always been a difficult one."

The father calls over a couple of workers and instructs them to take her home. The workers nod respectfully and lead the bride away, leaving her to wonder if this is what she had truly signed up for when she agreed to marry Jungkook.

She sat in their room, still wearing her wedding dress. She was sitting on the edge of their bed, her heart heavy with anxiety and uncertainty. She tried to keep her mind off of Jungkook , but she couldn't help but wonder where he was and what he was doing.

She fidgeted with the fabric of her dress, her mind replaying the events of their wedding day over again in her mind. The cold kiss, the hateful words, the harsh treatment she had endured from the one person who she had hoped would love and cherish her.
The sound of the front door slamming open jolts the bride out of her thoughts. She hears heavy footsteps stumbling through the halls, and then the groom appears in the doorway, his face flushed with alcohol and his eyes glazed over.

"Well, well, well," he slurs as he enters the room. "If it isn't my lovely bride." He saunters over to the bed, his movements clumsy and uneven.
He stumbled towards the bed, his eyes roaming over the bride's face. "Damn, you're beautiful," he murmured.
The groom stumbled closer to the bed, his eyes roaming over the bride's form. He leaned forward, his breath hot on her face as he slurred out, "You're beautiful." He reached out and touched her cheek, his touch gentle and affectionate.

Then, as if a realization had dawned on him, he took a step back and looked at her more closely. "Wait. You're not Mia," he corrected himself. "You're y/n."
Y/n's eyes widened in shock and confusion. "Mia?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

She hesitated for a moment, her mind swirling with questions and hurt. Then, she spoke up again, her voice stronger now. "Why are you talking about Mia? Who is she to you?"

Jungkook's grip on her cheeks tightened, and he spoke with a scoff. "Mia is everything," he replied. "She's beautiful, intelligent, witty. Everything you're not."
She gasped in pain at his rough treatment, but she pushed on. "Why are you treating me so badly?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

At her question, Jungkook loosened his hold and pulled away from her. He sneered at her, his expression cold and cruel. "Because I know what you are," he said.

Jungkook, still drunk and unsteady, swayed closer to her. He reached out and grabbed her cheeks in his hands, his grip firm and rough. He leaned in close, his breath reeking of alcohol. "You're just a gold digger," he spat out.

Her eyes filled with tears as she tried to explain herself to the groom. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You're wrong. I didn't marry you because I wanted your money. I married you because my father is ill and your father offered to help with his treatment.He also said that he is just helping him as a friend and he gave your proposal to my father and he accepted it .Please , have some mercy on me , I am not what you think , we don't even know much about each other."

She looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes pleading with him to believe her. "I didn't marry you because I liked you," she continued. "I married you because I had no other choice."

He spat"All you care about is money and satisfying yourself with any man who has it"
Her breathing becomes uneven by listening to false allegations on her character.Then she slapped him, her tears streaming down her cheeks. "You have no right to judge my character!" she shouted. "I'm not interested in you! I just want to save my father!"

She wiped her tears away angrily, her eyes glaring at him. "You know nothing about me! You're just a womanizer who thinks he can do whatever he wants!"

"You think I'm a womanizer?" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Let me show you what I can do then. I'll make you regret you ever called me that. By the time I'm done with you, you'll hate yourself."

He closed the distance between them, his body towering over hers as he leaned in to speak into her ear. "You'll be begging for mercy, my dear," he whispered, "but you won't find any from me."

As the he tore apart her dress, revealing her shoulder, she gasped in shock. "Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "Please don't force me."

But the groom, fueled by his anger and desire, ignored her pleadings. "I am your husband," he growled, his eyes dark and intense. "I have every right on you."

He grabbed her roughly and threw her onto the bed, hovering above her like a predatory animal. His body pressed against hers, his weight pinning her down as he looked down at her with a mix of anger and desire.

The sounds of the y/n's begging and screaming filled the room, her voice pleading for mercy and release. But Jungkook ignored her pleadings, his anger overpowered him, he was unaware of how much he was ruining her, her heart shattered, and her dry strained tears did not affect him.

She was lying on the bed, her body still sore and hurting from the night before. Her eyes were dry, the tears having already been shed. She felt empty and lifeless, her mind replaying the events of the past night over and over again. She went to washroom after that he got up from bed and went inside washroom to do his morning routine.

The door opened suddenly, and Jeon Jungkook walked in, acting as if nothing had happened. He paused for a moment, his eyes taking in her disheveled appearance and the expression on her face. He didn't seem to notice or care about the pain he had caused her.

Unaware of that he was standing on the bathroom door , She cringed as she saw her body in the mirror. It was covered with various marks and bruises left behind by her husband's rough treatment from the previous night. She traced her fingers gently over the marks, her eyes welling up with tears.

She felt guilty and ashamed, not wanting to believe that the man she had married could be so cruel and uncaring. She tried to convince herself that it was just a one-time thing, that he would change and be nicer to her in the future.

~Will Jungkook ask forgiveness from his wife? Will he feel ashamed ?

~~Stay tuned bubbles~~