Jungkook doesn't know what hurts more, his husband blatantly lying to his face. Or the smell of sweet lilac sticking to his suit, like mold on concrete.
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NOTES:- Hello dear reader! this took me a stupid amount of time to do. While writing this I almost felt bad for the characters involved. This fic is so fucking sad in my opinion so, proceed with the caution and make sure to read the tags. Okay SEE YOU IN THE END!!
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'I am so fucking hungry'
Jungkook thought as he stood in front of his grandma- no auntie? He wasn't so sure as his hunger forced out any sort of coherent thoughts. He hadn't eaten anything since this morning, always meeting new guests or assisting some of their wedding vendors.
He never thought his own wedding would be consisted of him forcing an unusually wide smile and saying 'thank you for coming' to his guests. He only planned to invite close friends and relatives, but his mother pestered him to invite the whole family tree to show "gratitude".
'Mom, it's my wedding, if anything they should be thanking me! The catering is so expensive...' Jungkook argued, even though he knew it would be futile discussion. His words earning him a hard slap on the back of his head from his mother.
'You little brat, this is not how I raised my son!' She yelled out, shaking her head disapprovingly. Slapping a small booklet into his hands saying 'these people better be there, and don't forget your auntie chun-ah needs 4 plus 1 ones for the husband of her children'
Jungkook smiled at the memory, his mom will never go down without a fight.
Whilst having a conversation with his relatives he looks up to see his husband looking at him, signaling him to the balcony of their venue. With that Jungkook excused himself and followed his husband.
As he got to the balcony, he saw no one. He looked around trying spot a certain someone with a boxy smile. Slowly walking to the railing of the balcony, he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist. He chuckled knowing exactly who they belonged to.
"Taehyung-ah, did you miss me already?" Jungkook teased, placing his hand above Taehyung's. Seeing their rings together, shining under the moonlight.
He heard a small chuckle behind him, and a face nuzzling at the crook of his neck.
"How could I not when I've been talking to relatives I barely know, instead of my husband who looks so damn sexy in his suit." Taehyung responded, his voice getting darker by the end of his sentence. Jungkook shivered at Taehyung's breath blowing past his nape.
"calm down, Tiger. You'll have all this during the honeymoon" Jungkook warned. Slapping groom's hands from going under his suit jacket, earning a small whine from the man behind him.
Jungkook told Jimin to loosen up his pants a bit but the little fashion designer had his own idea.
'BUT 'KOOK YOU HAVE NICE CURVES! WE HAVE TO SHOW IT TO THE WORLD, and plus Taehyung will thank me for it' Jimin argued with a little wink.
Note:- This is a short story....like around 20 chapter or less.......chapters will also be short of 500-600 words......enjoy the book
