JEON JUNGKOOK

33. the grand wedding

In one of the grand rooms of the mansion, Jungkook’s friends, the members of BTS, were gathered around, laughing and teasing each other as they helped with the final wedding preparations.

Jimin grinned as he adjusted a flower arrangement. “I can’t believe Jeon is getting married before any of us. Who would have thought?”

Taehyung chuckled, handing a decorative piece to a staff member. “He’s always been the unpredictable one. But I have to admit, this is going to be one hell of a wedding.”

Jin, ever the perfectionist, was busy tasting the cake samples. “I’m just here for the food, but it better be as perfect as the bride’s dress.”

Suga, standing off to the side, forced a smile. “Well, you know Jeon. He always gets what he wants.”

Namjoon nodded, clapping Suga on the back. “And we’re here to make sure it’s the best day of his life. Everything’s coming together perfectly.”

The room was filled with laughter and banter as they continued with the preparations, each of them excited for their friend’s big day, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface.

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In a quieter part of the mansion, Y/N sat by the window of her room, staring out at the lavish garden below. The sight of the decorations, the beautiful flowers, and the hustle and bustle of the staff preparing for her wedding only deepened the ache in her heart. Her parents sat nearby, their faces etched with concern.

Her mother gently took her hand. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” she asked, her voice trembling with worry.

Y/N tried to smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine, Mom. I just... I never imagined it would be like this.”

Her father, usually so strong, looked away, tears brimming in his eyes. “We wish we could do something to stop this, but... we’re so sorry, Y/N. We never wanted this for you.”

Tears welled up in Y/N’s eyes as well. She had agreed to this marriage to protect them, but the weight of that decision was crushing her. “I know, Dad. I know you tried. But this is the only way to keep us all safe.”

Her mother hugged her tightly, her own tears falling freely. “We’ll always be here for you, no matter what. You’re our brave girl.”

Y/N clung to her mother, allowing herself to cry for a moment. “I’m scared,” she admitted in a whisper. “I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

Her parents held her close, sharing in her sorrow, but also trying to give her the strength to face what lay ahead.

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The mansion looked like something out of a fairy tale. Lavish decorations adorned every corner—twinkling lights, rich fabrics, and stunning floral arrangements that filled the air with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. The staff moved efficiently, ensuring every detail was perfect. The mansion, already grand, had been transformed into a magnificent venue that reflected the power and wealth of Jeon Jungkook.

Guests began to arrive, their expressions filled with awe as they took in the splendor of the surroundings. It was a wedding that would be remembered for its opulence, a celebration that only someone like Jeon could pull off.

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Jeon’s POV

In a spacious, luxurious room, Jeon Jungkook stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his cufflinks. His reflection showed a man ready for what was to come, his expression one of satisfaction and control. As he smoothed out the lapels of his suit, a small smile played on his lips.

“It’s all falling into place,” he thought to himself. The wedding, the grandeur, the control over Y/N’s life—it all filled him with a sense of triumph. The idea of owning something, someone, so completely was exhilarating.

He glanced at his phone again, the message from earlier still on his mind. The possibility of betrayal from Suga amused him more than it angered him. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Yoongi,” he mused, his smile widening. He was curious to see how far his friend would go, but confident that nothing could disrupt his plans.

He straightened his tie and took a deep breath, ready to face the day. The thought of Y/N becoming his entirely, even against her will, was the final piece in his puzzle. “She’ll be mine,” he thought, satisfaction coursing through him as he headed towards the ceremony.

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Y/N’s POV

In a different room, Y/N sat silently as the makeup artist finished the last touches on her face. She stared at her reflection, hardly recognizing the person looking back at her. Dressed in a beautiful wedding gown, adorned with jewels, she looked like a princess—but felt like a prisoner.

Her heart was heavy, every beat a reminder of the life she was about to enter, a life she didn’t choose. She could hear the distant sounds of the wedding preparations, the laughter and joy, but it felt so far away from her reality.

As she looked into her own eyes in the mirror, she whispered, “How did it come to this? I never wanted this. I never wanted him.”

The door opened slightly, and a maid stepped in, her voice gentle. “Miss, it’s time.”

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood up, feeling the weight of the dress, the weight of the decision she had made. As she took a deep breath, she steeled herself for what was to come.

“Just get through this,” she told herself. “For Mom, for Dad, for Lisa. I have to be strong.”

But even as she tried to convince herself, the tears welled up in her eyes again. She wiped them away quickly, not wanting anyone to see how broken she felt. “I’ll survive this,” she vowed, her voice shaky but determined. “I have to.”

As she walked out of the room, she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that hung over her like a dark cloud. The grand mansion, the luxurious decorations, everything seemed to mock her. She was about to marry a man she didn’t love, a man who had forced her into this situation. And yet, she had no choice.

To be continued...